< img height="1" width="1" style="display:none" src="https://www.facebook.com/tr?id=433806094867034&ev=PageView&noscript=1" />

Text:

Comment:

Chapter 550

Words:1890Update:22/06/20 06:36:40

Report

"Hehe, that rich young master is going to suffer." In the distance, Yue Lingshan couldn't help but gloat.

Song Qingshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was really fate that brought them together from thousands of miles away. She could still find him even though he was wearing a mask. Could it be that she thought he was easy to bully because he was alone?

Seeing that Mu Wanqing didn't recognize him, Song Qingshu didn't want to expose her. He became playful: "Miss, I don't lack money."

"Then what do you lack?" Mu Wanqing gripped her long sword. Her tone was extremely cold. It seemed that if he said something unpleasant, she would pull out her sword and face him.

"I'm bored drinking alone here. If you don't mind, you can sit down and share a table." Song Qingshu raised his hand and made an inviting gesture.

"I'm not used to sharing a table with a man." Mu Wanqing replied coldly.

Song Qingshu shrugged: "Then there's no other way. There's only one inn in this town. I'm kind enough to invite you to share a table. If you don't want to sit down, you can find someone else to share a table."

"You!" Mu Wanqing's long, shapely eyebrows were raised. However, thinking that she was in the wrong, she really couldn't get angry. She glanced at the three big and five boorish men at the other tables and frowned even more.

"Who said I'm not sitting!" Mu Wanqing snorted and sat straight down. It seemed that in the entire inn, the person in front of her was slightly more pleasing to the eye. She just had to make do with it. Anyway, she had something to ask someone about.

"Waiter, give me a few more exquisite side dishes. This lady's money is on me." Seeing that she really sat down, Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile.

"Who cares about you treating? I have my own money." Mu Wanqing called over the waiter and ordered a few exquisite desserts and side dishes. When the waiter was about to leave, he suddenly hesitated. "Hey, waiter, put his wine money on me." After speaking, he threw over an ingot of silver.

"Pu!"

The fierceness that Mu Wanqing displayed just now was well known. A group of people were waiting to see that hedonistic rich young master make a fool of himself. Who knew that this fierce girl would take the initiative to treat him to a meal.

"Women really like pretty boys, bah!" The group of people were indignant and had long since cursed to death. At the same time, they also looked down on Song Qingshu.

"Hmph, and here I thought you were some sort of heroine, but it turns out you're just a flirt." Yue Lingshan was also greatly disappointed.

"Senior Sister, lower your voice. If she hears you, it will cause trouble." Lin Pingzhi hurriedly pulled on Yue Lingshan's sleeve, but he didn't think much of it in his heart. That young master was clearly wearing a mask, so how could they tell if he was handsome or not?

"Lingshan, don't cause trouble." Yue Buqun glanced at his daughter. With his martial arts, he naturally wouldn't be afraid of a young girl like her. Moreover, there were so many people from the Huashan Sect. However, they had another purpose for this trip. As the saying goes, it's better to avoid unnecessary trouble. There was really no need to complicate matters.

"Oh." Yue Lingshan closed her mouth unwillingly, but her ears perked up, listening carefully to what would happen next.

Seeing Mu Wanqing take the initiative to pay for him, a trace of surprise flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes, but he didn't bat an eyelid and said: "Thank you for your hospitality, it would be impolite for me to refuse."

The group of people in the restaurant secretly cursed him for being shameless. They didn't expect him to accept without any hesitation. As a man, how could he let a woman pay for him when he was out? This pretty boy had really lost the face of all the men in the world. They didn't know what this young girl saw in him.

Mu Wanqing herself didn't think so much. She lightly said: "You don't have to thank me. I mainly want to ask you something."

"As the saying goes, it's hard to take advantage of someone's kindness. There's no harm in asking, miss. As long as I know, I'll definitely tell you everything I know." Song Qingshu was also very curious about what kind of questions Mu Wanqing would ask a strange man.

Mu Wanqing nodded slightly and asked: "Are you a local here?"

"Uh," Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, "I can be considered half a local."

Mu Wanqing immediately said angrily: "If you are, then you are. If you aren't, then you aren't. What do you mean by half?"

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly: "Although I'm not a local, I've lived in this area for many years. There's nothing around here that I don't know. Naturally, I'm considered half a local."

Song Qingshu didn't boast. Now that this area was under the control of the Golden Snake Camp, there were very few places that he didn't know what happened in every place.

Mu Wanqing's face finally showed a trace of joy. She was about to open her mouth to ask when she suddenly closed her mouth for some reason. Her expression became bashful.

Song Qingshu was stunned. What kind of trick was this? Why didn't she open her mouth to ask? He could only say: "Miss, there's no harm in asking."

Mu Wanqing took a deep breath as if she had finally made up her mind: "Do you know Jin …"

Who knew that before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the sound of gasps and exclamations. She noticed that the man opposite her was also staring blankly at the door. She couldn't help but turn her head curiously and saw a beautiful Taoist nun standing at the door.

The loose apricot yellow Taoist robe still couldn't hide the Taoist nun's graceful figure. She was obviously dressed for thirty years old, but her skin was still delicate like a young girl. She gently waved the horsetail whisk in her hand. Her expression was very leisurely. Her beautiful eyes wandered and her peach cheeks were blushing. No wonder the attention of the people in the inn was attracted by her.

Mu Wanqing noticed that even the man opposite her had a silly look on his face. She couldn't help but feel angry: Master was right. There's not a single good man in the world. They're unfaithful and fickle.

Mu Wanqing's mind first thought of Duan Yu and that Miss Wang, but it was quickly replaced by the scene in Jinling City. A beautiful and charming young girl fell into that scoundrel Song QingShu's arms, affectionately calling him husband, and that scoundrel actually didn't have the slightest intention of explaining …

She didn't know why, but when she saw the masked man in front of her, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but think of the scene that day.

Song Qingshu, on the other hand, had a strange expression on his face. What day was it today? Why did he keep bumping into familiar people? That beautiful Taoist nun at the door, who else could it be but Li Mochou?

Li Mochou had obviously also encountered the problem that Mu Wanqing had encountered just now. There were no seats left in the entire inn.

However, it was different from the situation just now where everyone was inviting Mu Wanqing. Now, the entire inn was completely silent. No one actually had any intention of flirting.

"Scarlet Serpent Deity, Li Mochou!" The people in the inn often traveled around Jianghu. How could they not have heard of this demoness' fierce reputation? She wore an apricot yellow Taoist robe and looked so beautiful. Who else could it be but her?

Li Mochou looked around and walked straight to a table next to Song QingShu and Li Mochou. She quietly looked at the burly men and didn't say anything.

Those men's expressions changed one after another. They hurriedly said, "Ah, Fairy came at the right time. We just finished eating. Waiter, settle the bill."

After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for the waiter to come over. She threw down a string of silver coins and hurriedly ran out.

"Pfft ~" A light laugh came from afar. Looking at their table of untouched dishes, Yue Lingshan said disdainfully, "This group of men is really useless. They're actually so afraid of a middle-aged Taoist nun."

"Shan 'er, shut up!" Yue Buqun's expression changed greatly.

You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.


Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.