Jin Chan raised his hand tremblingly, and a token flew out from the small drawer on the wall behind the counter. He took it tremblingly, and then said: "With this token, you can go to the fourth floor."
Kunpeng took the token and led several people up the stairs.
After they left, Jin Chan rubbed his face and slowly stood up: "What kind of monster are you? You have such a bad temper. Lord Jin, I have suffered a lot this time."
As he spoke, he looked upstairs curiously.
This line of magic is not easy.
The leader hid himself in a black robe with undetectable spiritual consciousness. He was obviously a hidden person, and the remaining few were also highly cultivated beings.
Are there any major events in Guixuhai Market recently?
How did it attract such a group of river-crossing dragons?
While it was thinking, another group of monsters walked in front of the door.
This group of monsters are all surrounded by black cloaks, covering themselves from top to bottom. Only the faint monster aura on their bodies can prove their identities.
However, facing this group of monsters, the expression on Jin Chan's face was much more enthusiastic.
"What kind of wind is this today? It has brought these gentlemen here."
The leader of the black-robed demon ignored its warm greeting and just said coldly: "Token."
Jin Chan did not dare to be too negligent and immediately took out a token.
The black-robed demon took the token and led the demon up directly.
The indifferent attitude didn't want to say another word to this golden toad.
But Jin Chan didn't have the slightest intention to stick to his cold butt. He still said enthusiastically: "You guys, please go away slowly. I won't send you off."
But after they left, Jin Chan's face turned cold.
It picked up the cigarette rod on the counter, walked to the inkstone next to it, lay down, crossed its legs and smoked a cigarette, blowing smoke rings from its mouth.
It deliberately didn't tell the people who came in later, Lin Fang and they had just gone up.
I just wanted to watch a good show.
It doesn't know the identities of these men, but they must be strong. A few months ago, they suddenly came to Guixuhai City and found the boss of their Ruyi Building, hoping to do something big.
From that day on, they would come over every once in a while.
Judging from the host's attitude, what they want to do must be big and dangerous.
Jin Chan was not interested in what they wanted to do, but he still had the courage to teach Lin Fang and his group of demons a lesson through their hands, and he was very brave.
Thinking of this, the corner of its mouth couldn't help but smile.
hehe!
If you dare to bully your Mr. Jin, let’s see how Mr. Jin treats you.
Then its expression relaxed, it took a few puffs of dry cigarettes, swung its legs, and waited for the conflict above to happen.
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Wong Xin Ru Yi Building, fourth floor.
After Lin Fang and several others came up, he showed the token to the gatekeeper.
They were led by a waiter and walked to a gate.
The waiter said: "The landlord is inside."
After saying that, he left.
Everyone looked at me and others, but finally turned their attention to Kunpeng.
Kunpeng silently stepped forward and opened the door.
The house is very spacious, with many lights placed around it. There are no windows here, and the light from the magic circle outside cannot shine in, so it can only be illuminated by lights.
After Qingxia came in, she suddenly felt a warm feeling.
"There's something weird here, I feel so comfortable."
Comfortable?
Lin lowered his consciousness and looked down for a few minutes.
This woman's term "comfortable" can be understood in many ways, some of which are relatively pure, while others are relatively dirty.
What kind of thing is Qingxia talking about?
"There is just a very warm feeling, very comfortable, very dependent..."
She didn't know how to describe that feeling.
Lin Fang thought for a moment, feeling very comfortable and dependent... Isn't this how a mother feels? Isn't this how a baby feels when he is lying in his mother's arms?
No wonder Qingxia couldn't explain it clearly, she had no father or mother at all.
But why does this place make Qingxia feel like her mother?
There's no way the owner here is Qingxia's mother.
When Lin Fang was thinking about it, everyone had already reached the depths of the room. In front of them were two rows of neatly lit lamps, and sitting directly in front was a man with a heavy back and a heavy waist.
Male mother??
The moment they saw each other, Kunpeng and Tongdi's eyes twinkled.
"Ma Shan!!"
The two of them said in unison.
Ma Shan?
Lin Fang was thinking about this name. He always felt that he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember where it was.
The Scorpion Spirit asked curiously: "Who is Ma Shan?"
The existence that can make the saint's clone even the Tongdi master couldn't help but call out his name must have a big background.
Qingxia thought for a moment and said, "I know, he is the wick of the glass lamp."
Fortunately, it was Qingxia who appeared. If Zixia had been there, she would probably have just shaken her head and said that she didn't know who this guy was.
"Another wick?" Lin Fang was quite surprised.
"It's different." Qingxia explained: "He is the wick of the glazed lamp, the magic weapon of the Reverend Ran Deng. It is said that during the Battle of the Conferred Gods, he secretly helped Sister Xia to do evil, and was finally taken back by the Patriarch."
"There was no news after that. I didn't expect to be here."
Lin Fang suddenly realized this.
No wonder he had an impression, but couldn't remember where he had seen it. It turned out to be a cannon fodder character in the Battle of the Gods.
But this Ran Deng was so good at playing that he actually let his subordinates start a business in the black market.
Sure enough, it is the horse that does not gain weight without the night grass, and the monk who makes money.
"Then isn't he just like you?"
Lin Fang looked at Qingxia.
Qingxia shook her head and said: "It's different. I am the wick of the butter lamp, and he is the fire of the wick on the glass lamp. Although it can also be called a wick, they are essentially different."
Lin Fang thought about it for a moment, and then he understood.
If Zixia is compared to a tool for committing a crime, then Ma Shan is like the person who should be shot...ahem!!
And Ma Shan was always surprised that he was recognized.
What's going on?
I'm so low-key, how come I'm exposed?
He had only shown his face once before in the Battle of the Gods. Logically speaking, the monsters who knew him were either dead or on the list of gods, so why were there two left here?
"Who are you two?"
His eyes swept across the two people present.
One of them was wearing a black robe and his face couldn't be seen clearly, but he just felt very strong, while the other one was dressed like a Taoist and was carrying a sword box behind him, Yushu Lingfeng, but his temperament was somewhat incompatible.
Don’t you know?
He looked carefully at Tongdi Zhenren's face.
But I still didn’t expect to see each other somewhere.
Facing his gaze, Master Tongdi frowned, with a look of disdain.