There are not many people staying in the inn. Firstly, the town is small, merchants and tourists do not come here often, and there is no need for locals to stay in the inn. Secondly, the recent incident at Zhang's mansion has caused panic among the people, and no one dares to stay outside.
Yunsan gave the waiter a few instructions, and the waiter went to the kitchen after receiving the order.
Jiang Qingfan walked to the table and brushed his hand across the table and chairs. In an instant, the table and chairs looked as new as if they had just been bought. Jiang Qingfan took a look and then sat down.
Yunsan had sharp eyes. When Jiang Qingfan's sleeve brushed past him, he saw a small slap mark on his sleeve. It was gray and a little dirty, and it was quite conspicuous against the dark blue clothes. If Jiang Qingfan had not lifted his sleeve, he would not have noticed it.
So he quickly reminded Jiang Qingfan: "Immortal Lord, your sleeves are dirty."
Jiang Qingfan was stunned. He turned his head and saw the dirt.
He immediately figured out what was going on. He glanced at his cuffs, then looked away. He casually reached out and wiped the dirty spot with his hand, and the dirt disappeared immediately.
Yun San was puzzled and couldn't help but look at Jiang Qingfan twice more. Now, he noticed his waist again.
He had no choice but to remind him in a low voice: "Immortal Lord, there is also one on your waist."
After he finished speaking, he sensitively felt that Jiang Qingfan seemed a little unhappy.
He was crying inside. He didn't actually want to remind her. He was just curious and rude.
Speaking of curiosity, he thought of the sound coming from Jiang Qingfan's sleeve last night. He looked at Jiang Qingfan's sleeve twice again, but this time no sound came out. He stayed his gaze for a little longer, and when he looked up, he saw Jiang Qingfan's calm eyes looking at him, so he quickly retracted his gaze.
Just then the waiter brought the food over, and he quickly took a steamed bun and stuffed his mouth full.
Jiang Qingfan sat upright and drank the porridge gracefully.
The waiter was wiping the table not far away while watching the two people, thinking that these two people looked extraordinary and seemed to have immortal air on them, especially the one wearing dark green clothes, who looked pure and otherworldly just by looking at him. He might be an immortal. Thinking of the incident at Zhang's house, he became even more certain.
I have been lucky these two days. First I saw a fairy, and then I saw an immortal.
After finishing his meal, Jiang Qingfan went upstairs to his room. He took out the round box from his sleeve. There was no sound inside. Compared to the noise last night, it was a world of difference.
Jiang Qingfan felt that something was wrong, so he tapped the small round box lightly.
The box, which was originally dark yellow, gradually began to become transparent.
The space inside the box was small. From where he was, he could only vaguely see a pink ball leaning against the edge of the box, shivering.
Jiang Qingfan raised his hand and the box flew into the air, emitting a light luster. A pink shadow floated out from it and landed on the bed.
Her originally rosy cheeks had turned pale, and there seemed to be a layer of frost on her lips and eyelashes. The two peach blossoms on the top of the bud had wilted, and the petals had curled up.
Jiang Qingfan's fingertips slid from her forehead, from top to bottom, and slowly to her chest. Although this body looked tender, it had all the necessary places. The exquisite figure made her look even taller. Jiang Qingfan did not even look away, and even his breathing was not disordered. He just tapped her heart twice.
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