Feng Jiu looked back and saw a young man in Jinyi standing in front of Tun Yun, looking at a group of small white Tun Yun with surprise. If Tun Yun grinned and stared at him badly, I guess he The outstretched hand wanted to hug Tunyun.
"Not for sale." Feng Jiu said, calling out, and Tun Yun jumped to her feet.
"I pay a high price, you sell me!" The boy said, coming to Feng Jiu's side.
Hearing this, Feng Jiu couldn't help but curled her lips, and glanced at the boy: "Do you think I am a person who lacks people?"
The boy looked at him up and down, only to notice the extraordinary popularity. He saw that his clothes were all top-grade, especially the colorful glazed feather on his waist that was half-hidden by the robe, which was even more dazzling.
"Then I will trade things for you." He changed his statement.
Feng Jiu ignored him, but after a cold glance at him, he walked upstairs with Tunyun.
The boy was swept by that glance, and only felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his heart, but when he saw him going upstairs, he wanted to say something, so Duan Ye stretched out his hand and unceremoniously pushed him: "What are you doing? Is it too late to clean up?"
"What are you pushing me to do!" The boy was angry and stared at Duan Ye with a baby face.Compared with the coldness of the red boy's eyes, this baby-faced boy does not have that shocking momentum, so he is not afraid.
"Stay away from us!" Duan Ye snorted coldly, put aside the warning, turned and walked upstairs, but at this time, the robe was stepped on, almost making him rush forward.
"Ah! Sorry, I accidentally stepped on your robe." The boy said apologetically, but his face was full of provocations.
Duan Ye was not a disadvantaged master. At this time, seeing the boy dare to step on his robe behind him, a baby face suddenly became gloomy, and he just raised his foot coldly and kicked.
"boom!"
"Hiss!
A kick fell on the boy's chest and kicked him out. The pain made him fall to the ground for a long time and couldn't stand up.
"Three young masters!"
The guards outside quickly stepped forward, and at the same time they lifted the people up, two of them drew their long swords from their waists and attacked Duan Ye and Ning Lang: "Dare to beat my young master, you are looking for death!"
Ning Lang was staring at Duan Ye's trampled robe. Seeing that there was a footprint on it, he was about to laugh, and saw that Duan Ye who turned around kicked the boy out with one kick, he was stunned. Some of them opened their mouths and were stunned. Several guards rushed in from outside, some of them helped the young man, and some of them drew their swords and slashed at them, so that he suddenly recovered.
"What did you cut me for? I didn't kick your young master again!" He yelled while dodging, and at the same time punched out, hitting the eye of one of the guards.
"Ah! My eyes..."
"Damn! You two boys!"
The other two guards also followed, the long sword attacked, the sword light passed by, and the flying sword fell into the inn. Some ordinary residents inside were shocked to avoid, while some monks were still sitting and interested. Staring at the fighting people.
The shopkeeper of the inn hid on the counter, looking at the messed up first floor, and shouting with a sad face, "Several masters, a few princes, stop fighting, stop fighting, and hit my little shop again. I have to smash it, ah..."
When he was shouting, he saw a sword shadow coming towards him, so scared that he squatted down quickly, feeling that sword shadow cut on the top of his head, he wiped cold sweat, and crawled out with both hands and feet.