The young guardian of the sky said angrily: "Gong Beiyu, my elder brother is talking to you, why don't you respond?"
Gong Beiyu put down his bowl, looked at them, burped loudly, and then smiled at them faintly: "Don't you want to eat first before fighting with me?"
The middle-aged town guardian said coldly: "You are quite smart. You know we are here to kill you."
Gong Beiyu looked around the small noodle shop, then looked at the Heavenly Guardian: "This noodle shop is too small, and you sixteen guardians can't move freely. Besides, it's not easy for the owner here to run a small business. Why don't we go out and pick a place."
He paused and continued, "Boss, we finally got a big order. It's sixteen bowls of noodles at once. I can wait for you to finish your noodles first."
His relaxed and casual tone made the sixteen guardians feel uncomfortable, as if he was ignoring their strength.
The Heavenly Guardian chuckled and said, "You are quite interesting, boy. If it weren't for the generous amount of money given by the sponsor, I would really like to invite you to the Blood Killing Pavilion."
Gong Beiyu: "Forget about the Blood Killing Pavilion. I don't like killing people."
At this time, the boss and the waiter brought the noodles with trembling hands.
The leader was a young man. When he walked in front of one of the guardians, he was so scared that he dropped the bowl.
Just when the guardian was about to get furious, Gong Beiyu was as fast as lightning and held his sword at the bottom of the bowl, without spilling a drop of noodle soup.
The waiter quickly took the bowl of noodles from his sword, thanked Gong Beiyu first, and then placed the bowl of noodles on the protector's table with trembling hands.
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