Who is that person? Why should we invite us? What is the purpose?

If it were anyone, the first thing they had to think about at this time was these questions, not the table of food in front of them. But Lu Ping did not. After saying thank you, he turned around and started to move his chopsticks and walked away. The iron head that was holding the glass in the air suddenly froze there. The glass of wine in his hand was very awkward and very awkward, whether it was drinking or not.

Fortunately, there were other people on the table. Fang Yizhu poured a glass of wine, raised his glass to thank the person, and drank it all in one go.

Then, nothing happened. No one invited him to drink, and no one came to thank him and talk. With a glass of wine and a thank you, the matter seemed to be over.

But in fact, there was no. Tietou sitting here, talking about him clearly at the table.

"Who is that person?"

“Don’t know.”

"Why should we invite us to a meal?"

"Don't know."

"Do you want to ask him?"

"Let's talk about it after eating."

Then several people continued to eat and drink, but they didn't look too relieved. Tietou sat alone at the table, feeling very depressed. He found that many people were watching him. Everyone was cultivator, with clever ears and eyes. Many people saw and heard what had just happened. At this time, they were obviously treating him as a joke.

Although those people might come to ask him after eating, Tietou really couldn't sit still. He picked up a glass of wine and walked towards Lu Ping and his table. The noise around him suddenly became much less, and many people looked here. Although the people from Baozhilin didn't meddle in other people's business, they still had the heart to watch the excitement and gossip.

After a few steps, Tietou came to Lu Ping and their table. The few of them finally did not continue to ignore him and looked up at him together.

"I'm upset by all of you," Tietou said.

"Oh? Do you want to eat together?" Fang Yizhu said.

"No need, I'm just asking you some things." Tietou said.

"Oh? What's the matter?" Fang Yizhu asked.

"There are a few people who want to inquire with me." Tietou said.

"Inquiry with us?" Fang Yizhu looked at everyone in confusion, a little confused. Sister Jin was also confused. She originally guessed that this person should be aimed at the strings of magic weapons in their hands, but in the end she asked a few people, where did they follow?

"Yes, there is one, tall, bearded, scars in the middle of his forehead, long hair, gray clothes, and blue pants." Tietou described.

"This..." several people shook their heads.

Tietou disagreed and then said, "I have another one, as tall as the previous one, with short hair, sword eyebrows, high cheekbones, no beard, black clothes."

"This...is not either." Several people continued to shake their heads.

Tietou was still constantly, and then he described the appearance of the two people. Lu Ping and the others were always confused and could only continue to shake their heads. Sister Jin kept staring at Tietou and found that his eyes and smile on his face had not changed. After so long, it made people feel a little chill.

He asked what these people meant? Sister Jin thought to herself. But seeing Lu Ping sitting opposite him just answered, but she didn't look like she was thinking.

"Give another one." Tietou continued to say.

"How many people are there? What does these people have to do with us? Why do you ask us for so many people here?" Morin said impatiently.

Why ask us?

As soon as this question came out, Sister Jin suddenly realized. What special about these people compared to others is undoubtedly the large string of divine weapons in her hands. The people who were deliberately asking were the masters of some of the divine weapons in their hands? This person invited and asked questions, but was actually asking for a crime?

Thinking of this, Sister Jin's already wary suddenly increased a lot. She couldn't help but look around. Some of the guests who were eating and drinking were indeed staring at them, but they all looked like they were watching the fun, unlike an ambush that was ready to take action at any time.

After hearing Morin's questioning, Tietou smiled even more and continued to insist: "Give me one more."

"You say you." Morin looked helpless, but his eyes also glanced around at this moment.

"There is another one, not tall, bald, long eyebrows, goatee, green clothes." said Tietou.

"Green-clothed?" Lu Ping, who had been shaking his head, suddenly spoke.

"Yes, Green Clothes." Tietou nodded and stared at Lu Ping with bright eyes.

"Green clothes, bald head, I seem to have an impression of this." Lu Ping looked at the other people and said.

"Cough..." Fang Yizhu coughed slightly, obviously they also remembered such a person. Then the purpose of the person in front of him became less difficult to guess.

"Oh?" Tietou looked a little surprised, and he seemed not ready to hear such an answer. He was silent for a while before saying, "Where is he?" When he said this, the smile on his face had already been closed a lot.

"He came to rob our magic weapon in the treasure forest, and I have been beaten to death." Lu Ping said, his tone as calm as he thanked Tietou before, and he didn't care.

Tietou's expression completely turned cold and he said lightly: "Fortunately, he can at least make you remember."

"He looks strange. Is he your friend?" Lu Ping asked.

It looked strange? Tie Tou was a little surprised. He thought Lu Ping would remember this because of his strength. After all, he was the strongest among the few people, but the result was because of his strange appearance. Think about the keywords mentioned by Lu Ping when he confirmed before: bald head, green clothes, this is indeed not a common dress combination. But the impression of cultivators on people is not about clothes. Shouldn’t the other party’s realm and superpowers be more concerned about? As a result, he stood out with his rare dress. The previous few people said they didn’t remember it. Could it be that it was not a disguise, but really not a memory?

How sad it is to be beaten to death but not leave an impression on others? How small should it be in the eyes of your opponent?

Tietou was surprised, but saw Lu Ping still watching him and waiting for his answer.

"Yes, he is my friend, and a good friend." Tietou said.

As soon as these words were said, Fang Yizhu, and Molin almost took out the guys to deal with the left and right, but the left and right still looked the same, and there was no ambush. The guests who ate and drank did not turn into killers.

"What a pity." Lu Ping said, "Your friend should learn more from you. If he likes to invite others to dinner instead of stealing other people's things, he will not die now."

Tieto was stunned. He found that he didn't know what to say. Sister Jin almost laughed. This serious child's words were really bad for Lu Ping to think of it.

But then she discovered that Lu Ping was very serious. He was not teasing the possible enemy in front of him, nor was he laughing at the dead opponent. This serious child sounded ridiculous, but was there anything wrong with it?

No, there is no problem at all.

Of course, those who invite others to dinner are more popular than those who steal other people's things.

This simple right or wrong is actually funny in their cruel world.

Whose problem is this?

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Chapter completed!