Chapter 65
He quietly pretended to eat some food, and found a good opportunity in the middle. Bei Qiao put down his chopsticks, put his arms on the table to maintain balance, pretending to take a nap, but actually quickly logged off and prepared to eat something in real life to prevent irregular eating habits from causing various stomach problems.
In fact, it’s not that you can’t eat online, it’s just that it’s more troublesome to go to the toilet online, and not all toilets can be called restrooms.
After logging off, the sounds of conversation and cooking that had been lingering in his ears quickly faded. Bei Qiao spent a few minutes quickly devouring two homemade roujiamo (a steamed bun with eggs and vegetables) and downing a glass of milk, finally quieting his rumbling stomach.
After going to the bathroom, Bei Qiao washed his face and moved his limbs. After making sure that there was no paralysis, cramps or other abnormal conditions in his body, he returned to the bedroom and logged into the game again.
Bei Qiao opened his eyes while holding onto the table in another world. The first thing he saw was not the flowers and plants outside the corridor, but the thick smoke coming out of the cafeteria opposite and the few people watching the fun outside the cafeteria.
Bei Qiao: What's going on? What happened? I think I was only offline for a few minutes?
Thick smoke billowed from the cafeteria, but the warriors inside weren't panicking. They each flew out, their bowls and chopsticks clutched, continuing to eat and drink even in mid-air. Some quick-witted warriors even carried out a bench full of food, found an empty spot, and squatted down to continue eating. If time wasn't a concern, they might even have wanted to bring out a table as well.
The Canghai servants guarding the door saw smoke coming out of the dining hall and immediately rushed to put out the fire with buckets of water. There was a water tank outside the dining hall wall, and there was a lake in the courtyard next door, so it was not difficult to put out the fire. If they acted quickly, the building could still be saved.
Although there was a fire, the others were not panicking and were even interested in watching the excitement. Bei Qiao didn't pay much attention to the commotion across the street. The cafeteria wasn't a high-rise building, and everyone inside had already escaped. The fire was under control, so there was no need to panic.
"Did a fight overturn the hot pot?" Gossip spreads quickly in crowded places. Soon, the cause of the fire in the cafeteria was spread to the corridor behind the hall.
"Yes, we were sitting far away and were not burned. Those who were close are still rolling around trying to put out the fire!" People who practice martial arts have thick skin and react faster than others. When the flames were about to burn their skin, the affected warriors quickly rushed out of the door and rolled on the ground to put out the fire. They were not seriously injured, but their appearance was a little... Several people had already used their lightness skills to run back to the carriage to change clothes, for fear that if they were a step slower, others would see the moles on their bodies.
Others: Actually, everyone has good eyesight and a good figure, so why are you running?
The two warriors who caused the fire had been called away by a steward. Such unexpected situations were completely commonplace for the stewards. The sect was large, with many members, and all sorts of monsters and demons were present. Just two days ago, they had imprisoned a regular disciple at the behest of the sect leader because he was incredibly obsessed with love.
Steward: The girl was flirting and saying she needed a sword that would suit her, but this fool actually sent the most experienced blacksmith in the sect to pack it up in a box. The poor old man was over 90 years old, and he was so bumpy from being stuffed in the box that he twisted his waist and had to stay in bed for two months before he recovered.
Manager: I wonder what expression the girl had when she opened the box and found out that it was not a sword but an old man?
Girl: Thank you for the invitation! I almost had a heart attack. I also invited my sweetheart to admire the Canghai Sect's secret sword. Who would have known? It was truly a surprise! I was so surprised!
While taking the two away, the steward ordered the servants to set up a few tables outside and continue serving food. In order to recruit talents, the Canghai Sect never skimped on a few meals, and would never let guests go hungry.
With food now available, the warriors stopped complaining and sat down to continue eating, drinking, and arguing. A few of the more impatient and unconvinced ones pointed casually toward the corridor behind the hall and whispered to others, their faces full of joking, as if they looked down on this rather expensive place.
If you really don't like me, why don't you dare say it out loud? Bei Qiao played with the fan in his hand boredly: The people I met today are so boring.
"Hey, can we chat for a few minutes?" A young girl in red clothes walked over to Beiqiao, holding a water bag and squatted down. Her childish eyes gently swept over the fan in Beiqiao's hand.
Bei Qiao stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the other person: "What are you talking about?"
"Are you familiar with Qin Yan?"
"I know him, but not very well."
"So what do you do?"
"Before answering this question..."
"You're too cunning. I sell wine, what about you?"
"The escort is not taking any escorts these days."
"Ha, that's quite interesting." The girl in red rolled up her sleeves and showed Bei Qiao the handkerchief with the Qin family's hidden pattern. "I like you. Would you like to be friends? We don't need to know each other intimately, just a mutual exchange. No tricks."
"How exactly do you want to explain this? I probably won't stay in Langyu City for too long." Bei Qiao did lack connections, but she was not in a hurry to expand them, especially those that came to her for no reason.
"Uh, I haven't thought about that yet." The girl waved her hand carelessly, tucked her handkerchief back into her sleeve, and held her cheeks with both hands, looking a little distressed: "Is making friends so difficult? I see my brother making friends very casually. He buys them a pot of wine, chats with them casually, gets drunk and talks nonsense, and then we become sworn brothers..." What a hassle! Do you have to drink to make friends? She hasn't practiced her alcohol tolerance yet! If she had known this today, she wouldn't have sneaked out by herself. She really doesn't know what to do alone.
Bei Qiao smiled, not trying to explain the girl's confusion. He just twirled his wine glass in boredom. The girl didn't leave either, but just sat there thinking hard, as if she would not give up until she figured it out.
Across the corridor, the fire in the cafeteria had been extinguished, and servants were cleaning and occasionally serving dishes to the warriors eating outside. The warriors ate heartily and chatted, occasionally exchanging gossip and showing off their idols.
"Why are they fighting again?" The girl had given up thinking and sat down next to Bei Qiao, eating her food. Not far away from the railing, several warriors were talking and suddenly got into a fight. It wasn't a good look, but they were restrained. They didn't break any tables, chairs, or utensils, only the surrounding flowers and plants.
Bei Qiao did not answer the girl's question, but glanced in a certain direction: I have to change my clothes again on the way.
Most people in the hallway behind the hall eat for a moderately long or short time, generally following the mealtimes of the VIPs in front. When they hear the main kitchen no longer sending new dishes forward, those who can't wait leave one after another, hoping to try their luck at the door, perhaps encountering a distinguished guest or introducing themselves.
Seeing most people starting to leave, Bei Qiao stood up, straightened his clothes, and, acting familiarly as if this wasn't his first time there, followed the crowd out. The girl, with a familiar air, skipped and danced around Bei Qiao, occasionally glancing quickly at him or behind him. Seeing that Bei Qiao had no intention of sending her away, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief: "My bet was right. The Qin family's judgment of people is indeed reliable!"
Bei Qiao led Hong Hong, who had eaten her fill in the stable, back to Canghai Sect, pulling the reins and slowly walking along the street. The girl in red continued to follow beside her, her face full of anxiety as she walked faster and faster.
"Aren't you riding a horse?" Bei Qiao looked behind him.
"No, can you lend me your horse?" The girl walked over in small steps, trying to get close to Honghong: "How can I ride a horse if I sneak out? I'll make so much noise, someone will find me!"
"No, but I can give you a ride, do you want it?"
"Thank you for your help, I... woooo!"
Bei Qiao didn't bother to continue pulling, so she simply picked the girl up by the waist, climbed onto the horse, and with a flick of the reins, rode swiftly through the streets. As she expected, as she galloped, several horses quickly caught up with her from behind, the sound of their hooves becoming increasingly urgent.
In this otherworldly world, there were no surveillance cameras or satellites, so getting away wasn't difficult. Bei Qiao ran back and forth in the alley a few times, easily shaking her off and leaving her at the entrance of an escort agency. "If you still feel unsafe, hire someone to escort you away."
"No, no! This place is very close to my home!" The girl covered her red face and waved her hands repeatedly: Although I don't know who this person is, but... he is really handsome! My heart is about to jump out of my chest!
"Okay, goodbye." Bei Qiao did not delay, turned his horse around and went back to the alley again, quickly changed into the costume he had worn when he played Cousin Qiao, changed the cloth on the saddle, combed Honghong's hair, and tied an exquisite little decoration on its forehead.
When the people who had lost the girl caught up with them, Bei Qiao had transformed into a handsome and elegant young man dressed completely differently, riding his horse slowly past them.
"That kid, right? He also rides a red horse!" The person who caught up observed him on the street for a while, then pointed at Bei Qiao.
"A bit similar, and a bit different." The height is similar, but the temperament and outfit are different!
"Who cares if he looks like him or not? We'll find out after we catch him and interrogate him!" Sui San, who was irritable, clenched his fists and made a crackling sound. "I don't know who that nosy bastard is. He's such a good runner!"
"That's not good. His outfit is much more expensive than the previous one. Most people can't afford it. It should not be the same person, right?" Sui Er felt that he should not act rashly: No matter how crazy he is, he can't kidnap people on the street! The martial arts conference has not yet ended, and the tempers of those constables and yamen runners are rushing. If we run into them, even the boss may not be able to save our legs!
"Stop hesitating! If you don't go, I will!" Sui San rolled his eyes and rushed over.
"Fuck your grandpa! Look at the fan in his hand!"
"Fan? What fan... Damn it!" Sui San, who was already halfway to the horse, had no time to brake and could only pull the reins hard to the side. He almost pulled the horse to the ground with such force: Qin family?
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