Chapter 759 The Return of the Gods 43
Wan Chaolin didn't know where he got the confidence to say such certain words, but since his own palace master said so, he must believe it.
He turned around and looked at the owner of the tea shop: "Boss, give me a plate of beef."
The shopkeeper was dressed in coarse clothes, and Ma Li cut two plates of beef with a kitchen knife.
"Sir, please enjoy your meal."
Wan Chaolin didn't dare to disturb his master's thoughts, so he took a plate of beef and went to another table.
The teahouse is located in a remote area and there are few customers coming and going, so the store is not big. There are only three tables in total, one for him, one for He Qingsui, and the remaining table actually has a customer sitting at it.
The shopkeeper was also happy today, wiping the sand off the counter with a handkerchief:
"Sometimes my teahouse doesn't see a single customer for days, but I didn't expect to have three today. Dear guests, please don't leave yet. Wait until the steamed buns in the kitchen are cooked, and I'll give you a few more."
Wan Chaolin looked at him:
"Shopkeeper, the Tak Desert is located at the intersection of the Rakshasa, Elves, and Human races. You have opened a shop here, so you must have seen many strange people and things."
"It's okay," the shopkeeper said, tapping his abacus. "My shop is the only one in the entire desert. The caravans coming and going, having finally made it through the desert, naturally choose to drink tea and eat."
As long as there are people, he will have business. This desert is a little desolate, but no one cares about him. There is no pressure of rent. He sits alone facing the loess, basking in the sun, listening to the caravans traveling south and north discussing strange rumors, and he lives a happy and comfortable life.
The man in black at the next table was eating peanuts in an orderly manner, but he was listening all the time. The shopkeeper took out the freshly baked buns and divided them into three plates.
"But I don't know what's going on recently. The Rakshasa people haven't come out much. I haven't seen the caravan for several days."
A trace of worry flashed across the boss's brow.
"Some time ago, I generously gave a young human couple a plate of beef. I didn't expect that I still haven't made a profit."
He Qingsui frowned slightly: "Human couple?"
Although it is the intersection of three tribes, in fact, because the Rakshasa tribe is too dangerous, humans rarely set foot in the Tak Desert. Even if they do, most of them are groups of caravans. The fact that an ordinary human couple ran to the intersection of three tribes is itself weird.
"you do not say."
The shopkeeper had been holding it in for several days, and now that there was finally someone to listen to him, he let it all out.
"The young master is so handsome. I have seen so many caravans, but I have never seen anyone so good-looking. His young lady is also very tender and beautiful in a white dress, like a fairy."
He Qingsui pursed his lips and asked, "What is that man wearing?"
"Black robe and coat!"
The shopkeeper answered without thinking.
"I remember it very clearly. This young man is handsome, but he is too cruel. He is not gentle at all to my wife. In such a hot day, he tied my wife's hands together and didn't even let her drink water to untie them. It's really a sin..."
He Qing took out a portrait from his arms and said, "Look at the two people you mentioned. Do they look similar?"
The shopkeeper took a closer look and slapped his thigh: "Not just similar, they're exactly the same!"
He looked at He Qingsui in shock: "So you two know each other?"
He Qingsui's expression was grim: "...Yeah."
He didn't expect Feng Zui to treat her so badly.
The shopkeeper was unsure of the relationship between them and was afraid that He Qing would say something bad about him to Feng Zui:
"Don't be angry, I was just saying it casually. When I delivered the beef, the young lady had a smile on her face and didn't look like she was having a bad time..."
He Qingsui had a cold face and said nothing.
Wan Chaolin gritted his teeth, "How dare this Fengzui devil bully Luan'er?"
After all, he was his apprentice, and he felt bad being bullied like this.
The man in black at the next table heard the word "Fengzui" and finally looked up at the portrait in He Qingsui's hand.
The woman in the portrait looked cold and aloof, unlike the gorgeous face in her memory.
He whispered, "Where are you two going?"
No one expected that the person who had been silent all this time would actually take the initiative to talk.
Wan Chaolin looked alert: "What's going on?"
001 looked mysterious: "The woman in the portrait looks familiar to me..."
He Qingsui looked at him sharply.
001 touched his chin and said hesitantly, "I think her name is Luan..."
He was a system after all. Before traveling to this dimension, he took a look at the information. If Quan Jiu came here, he must be called Chen Luan.
When he said that, Wan Chaolin's expression changed: "Do you know Luan'er?"
001: "Well, this girl ordered several weapons from my iron shop. The agreed delivery date has long passed, but she still hasn't come to pick them up. I'm worried about how to contact her."
He Qingsui's eyes remained alert. "What weapon?"
001 took out a sharp dagger. Some time ago, he hunted several level ten monsters in the Sunset Forest. This dagger was one of the weapons made from the corpses of the monsters.
He Qingsui could tell at a glance that this was a spiritual weapon, and it was made from a precious level ten grinding beast. It was indeed what she wanted.
The wariness in his eyes was much less: "Give me the dagger and I will pass it to her for you."
001's expression remained unchanged. "That won't work. Who knows if you and this girl are friends or enemies? What if I give you the dagger and you secretly sell it? If the girl comes back to ask me for it, I won't have anyone to complain to."
He Qingsui frowned. Talking so much to an ordinary person was already reaching his limit, so he held his temper.
"She is my master, I won't harm her."
001 smiled nonchalantly: "Even if you are her son, it won't work."
Just kidding, he finally found the trace of this little brat, he couldn't let the clue be lost.
"How about this, I have nothing to do these two days. If you give me an extra ten taels of silver, I can go with you to find her, hand the things to her personally, and then I will leave immediately."
He Qingsui subconsciously felt that this person was not right, but he didn't take it to heart. There was nothing more important than finding her at the moment. When he thought that Feng Zui might abuse her, he felt very uneasy and didn't want to wait any longer.
"what ever."
It’s not like we can’t beat them.
001: "My name is Mo Wuhen."
"He Qingsui."
After drinking their tea, the three of them headed straight towards the elves without stopping.
………
Feng Zui pushed open the door of Quan Jiu's room, but found that the room was empty. Not to mention people, there was not even a hair to be seen.
He looked at the barrier that was still in effect, his brows slightly cold.
Really restless.
After feeling her breath, Feng Zui stopped at the door of a palace. Without knocking, he waved his long sleeves and the door opened to both sides.
A clear laughter like a silver bell came from the window.
"He really does like to be tough..."
Quan Jiu sat opposite Lord Ling, smiling like a flower and looking completely defenseless.
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