"Let's go." Rong Jing said coldly, and continued to move forward at a rapid speed. The disciples behind him followed his pace and continued to move forward silently.
The man in white was floating here and there, passing by a carriage. Suddenly, a demonic force rose from the sky. Everyone's face changed at the same time. Rong Jing's face also immediately became serious. He quickly stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword at his waist. In an instant, he gathered all his spiritual power and slashed at the carriage.
A white light with infinite power rushed towards the carriage. A loud noise was heard and wood chips flew everywhere. The carriage of a carriage was split into pieces by Rong Jing. The horses whistled to the sky and wood chips were scattered in the air. The shouts of the people on the street were heard all around. A woman in pink suddenly soared into the sky and stood lightly on the remaining wooden stakes on the carriage at the moment the carriage was split in half.
Her long black hair fell on her shoulders, fluttering in the wind as she moved violently, highlighting her smooth and fair face. She curled the corners of her mouth slightly, her watery eyes half-closed, revealing a bit of laziness. She looked down at the fiery red sparks extinguished between her hands, and suddenly raised her eyebrows and looked in the direction of Rong Jing.
"Hello, Junior Brother, long time no see!"
Rong Jing suddenly opened his eyes wide...
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"The seventh bowl..."
On the first floor of the inn, a large group of men in white clothes occupied most of the place. Contrary to their otherworldly appearance, they were all staring intently at a woman who was desperately eating from a bowl bigger than her face, even though the table was piled with empty bowls.
For a moment, no one spoke. Everyone's eyes were focused on the woman. Everyone seemed to be frozen. Some stopped eating, some didn't even realize that their wine had spilled out of the cup, and even the waiter in the restaurant stopped and stared blankly at the woman who was eating desperately.
"How refreshing!" Su Luoyin put down the bowl and shook the table, and everyone woke up.
"The, the eighth bowl." Someone muttered softly. Su Luoyin heard it and rolled his eyes in the direction of the voice. He didn't feel comfortable asking for the ninth bowl.
After putting down the bowls in their hands, everyone could really see the woman's appearance. She was a beauty, especially her eyes, which were black but bright, as clear as lake water, making people unforgettable at first sight. Her small face was the size of a palm, white and tender. Although her cheeks were a little fleshy, she didn't look like someone who could eat so much.
Seeing that everyone was still staring at Su Luoyin without any concealment, Rong Jing immediately glanced around coldly and coughed heavily. Everyone felt the threat in Rong Jing's eyes, so they immediately withdrew their gazes and went about their own business. For a moment, the store returned to its original noise.
"Why? It's just because I ate a few more bowls of your rice. You look so richly dressed. As far as I know, your family is also very rich. Why are you so stingy? Come on, smile." Su Luoyin was not afraid of Rong Jing's cold attitude at all. After eating and drinking, she casually lay on the table, supporting her chin with one hand, and asked Rong Jing with her head tilted.
"You, don't want to say something?" Rong Jing continued to release his cold air, trying to keep his eyes on Su Luoyin's face, deliberately ignoring the several empty plates of food and the high piles of bowls and dishes in front of her.
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