Chapter 76 What a coincidence, it’s you!
Yan Jinjin sat down on the cold stone steps by the river.
The night wind was filled with moisture, but it couldn't blow away the boredom in his heart.
He unscrewed the wine bottle he had just bought and took a big gulp.
The spicy wine slid down the throat, bringing a brief numbness.
How could Senior Sister be so confused?
That Murong Jue is simply an evil ghost in human skin.
But now, he didn't even know where to find the friend who said he could help, and he didn't have a communication symbol or contact information.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the more powerless I feel.
"well……"
A heavy sigh broke the silence by the river.
Yan Jinjin was startled and turned to look at an equally dark corner not far away.
There seemed to be a figure there as well.
Almost at the same time, a sigh was heard from the other side.
"well……"
This sigh seemed to be filled with helplessness and sorrow.
"Who's there?" Yan Jinjin asked vigilantly, tightening his grip on the sword at his waist.
"Who are you?" A clear and slightly hoarse male voice asked back, sounding somewhat familiar.
Yan Jinjin frowned: "Where have I heard this voice before?"
"I also feel that your voice is quite familiar." There was a hint of doubt in the voice on the other end.
Both were silent for a moment, as if they were trying to remember.
"Come out and talk?" Yan Jinjin suggested tentatively.
"That's exactly what I meant."
The two of them slowly walked out from the shadows where they were hiding, and in the dim moonlight, they could see each other's faces clearly.
"It's you." Yan Jinjin's eyes widened.
"It's you." The man in white opposite, Jimo Bai, also showed a look of surprise.
The surprise instantly diluted the sorrow of both of them.
"Brother Jimo, why are you drinking here alone?" Yan Jinjin walked forward a few steps.
Jimo Bai smiled bitterly: "It's a long story. Brother Yan, what about you? From the looks of it, you are also worried."
The two of them simply sat down side by side, and Yan Jinjin went to buy a jar of good wine.
After a few drinks, Yan Jinjin realized that she was not the kind of person who could hide things.
Coupled with the trust in Jimo Bai as a friend, there was also great worry and anger in his heart.
His tongue began to get tied and he blurted out everything.
"Brother Jimo...hiccup...let me tell you...my senior sister...Nangong Xia...she...she..."
"She was deceived, deceived by someone... a thing worse than a beast!"
"Do you know the man called Murong Jue? He is the young master of Xuanyin Sect."
"His father...killed my senior sister's entire family...he also...he also..."
Yan Jinjin spoke out the cruel truths revealed by the Heavenly Book in a confusing but extremely clear manner.
"...We want to bring Senior Sister back...but she...she seems to be trapped..."
"Brother Jimo...what do you think I should do? How can I save my senior sister?"
Yan Jinjin held the jar of wine, her eyes were red, and she looked at Jimo Bai drunkenly.
Jimo Bai was originally listening with a smile, but as he listened to the latter part, the color on his face gradually faded.
When he heard Murong Jue's name and his atrocities when he was ten years old, his hand holding the wine glass suddenly tightened, and his knuckles turned white.
When Yan Jinjin asked for the last help, the drunkenness in Jimo Bai's eyes had disappeared without a trace.
Only a cold chill and a barely perceptible murderous aura remained.
Nangong Xia is a woman who longs for warmth in her heart, but she always meets the wrong people.
He has always known and is willing to wait.
Wait until she sees through those hypocritical faces, wait until she turns back.
But this time, no.
Absolutely not!
Murong Jue, right? There were others who bullied her.
He remembered all the names.
Jimo Bai took a deep breath and suppressed the churning in his heart.
When he first met Yan Jinjin, he felt that this young man was simple-minded and straightforward, and they got along very well.
Later, I accidentally learned that he was Nangong Xia's junior fellow apprentice, and I felt that it was fate.
Growing up in the treacherous Hehuan Sect, he knew too well the value of simplicity.
I also cherish this friendship without any utilitarian purpose.
Now, that friendship seemed to guide him in what he must do.
"Brother Yan, you've drunk too much." Jimo Bai's voice returned to normal, but with an unquestionable power.
"I'll take you back to the inn first. We'll discuss this matter later."
He helped up Yan Jinjin, who was already staggering drunk.
Return to the inn room.
Li Xiaoran, Nangong Wentian and Xiaoxiao were all still awake, waiting for news.
Everyone was a little surprised to see Jimo Bai supporting the drunk Yan Jinjin in.
"Who is this?" Li Xiaoran looked at Jimo Bai with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.
"I am the Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect - Jimo Bai." Jimo Bai put Yan Jinjin down and introduced himself in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.
The main thing is that I have to introduce my identity openly now, and I can’t do it like I did when I was dating Yan Jin.
"I have met several Taoist friends from the Qingling Sect."
The Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect?
Li Xiaoran's pupils shrank slightly.
He remembered that Yan Jinjin had mentioned before that she had a very good friend, but she didn't say who it was.
It turned out to be the Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect who was ranked fifth on the list of geniuses?
He subconsciously glanced at Xiao Xiao.
Xiaoxiao's words "Senior Sister Nangong is the prince charming" seemed to still be ringing in my ears.
There was also a hint of surprise and inquiry in Nangong Wentian's eyes.
Xiaoxiao tilted her head, and her big black eyes stared at Jimo Bai curiously without blinking.
Three pairs of eyes, with varying degrees of scrutiny and contemplation, all fell on Jimo Bai.
Jimo Bai felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.
What kind of scenes has he not seen since he was a child, and what kind of looks has he not endured?
But for some reason, being stared at by these three people, especially the little girl who looked only three or four years old, he actually felt a sense of inexplicable nervousness.
He subconsciously picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip in a disguised manner.
Took another sip.
Well, the tea in this inn seems to be quite thirst-quenching.
"Fellow Daoist, do you know how much gambling money my senior sister owes you?" Li Xiaoran actually didn't know how much it was in spirit stones. He wanted to wait for others to tell him so that he could also say that his sect couldn't afford it.
"This is not much, just ten thousand high-quality spirit stones." Jimo Bai was reluctant to say it. After all, he didn't want Nan Ningxia to return it.
"What? How much does the senior sister owe? Ten thousand high-grade spirit stones." Nangong Wentian was the first to get excited. The senior sister was really a prodigal.
When Jimo Bai saw Nangong Wentian getting excited, he remembered that Qingling Sect didn't seem to be very wealthy. Because Liu Fufeng basically controlled the business in secret, the entire cultivation world didn't know that Qingling Sect had become rich.
"Brother Yan and I have a life-long friendship. Don't worry, this debt is mine and you don't have to pay it back."
“No, no, no, you misunderstood, fellow Daoist. We are here to pay you back. The main reason is that you also know that the big competition is coming soon. If we redeem our senior sister in advance, we don’t know if we will be able to find her by then.
In this way, I will pay you back all the money I owe you, and add three thousand middle-grade spirit stones as her food expenses, and then give you another five thousand middle-grade spirit stones. During this period of time, please let her be your personal maid, and let her do all the dirty and tiring work. Okay, teach her a lesson.
When the competition is coming soon, we will go together." Li Xiaoran said this and took out the storage bag to pay the bill sincerely.
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