The shopkeeper held a ingot of gold and said, "Little Langjun, this money is too much, we can't find it, otherwise we can get it."

Zhang Deming looked at the trembling shopkeeper and shook his head speechlessly, saying that it was really hard for you.

"No need, just take the reward for more."

The shopkeeper carefully held the gold and said, "But, this is too much."

Zhang Deming ignored the other party, his heel wings appeared, trembling slightly, and his whole body rushed out in an instant.

A strong wind blew up the shopkeeper's hair.

"Hiss... This light skill, not to mention anything else, is just this speed, it's almost a pinnacle."

In the inn, everyone who had been paying attention to Zhang Deming took a breath and a lot of discussion came in an instant.

Zhang Deming left the inn and ran straight to the fullest.

After running for about ten minutes, Zhang Deming frowned slightly.

Another way of disaster?

Although Liuzhou is too far from the sect, hundreds or thousands of kilometers away, there is indeed a great isolation in this ancient world.

But, isn’t there too many disasters?

Haven’t the sect always had a senior brother from the outer sect who was sent to support his elderly care?

He was puzzled and his steps slowed down slightly. In the distance, a group of assassins in black clothes and covered with faces were now besieging the three of them.

The old, the two women and children were all known to Zhang Deming.

The old one is the old beggar in the inn, and the women and children are the mother and daughter who were going to be maids yesterday.

How did they get together?

It seems that the old man had not learned a lesson in what happened last night, and he is still meddling in other people's business.

Looking at the mother and daughter who were protected by the old man, the three of them were in danger.

Zhang Deming moved slightly and walked up.

"I said, are we destined to be destined?"

Zhang Deming's sudden appearance made the battle circle stop instantly.

"Senior." The old beggar said respectfully.

Zhang Deming ignored the old man. His words just now were greeting the mother and daughter.

"Lei Xian Chang! Nuan'er, kowtow to your benefactor quickly."

The mother said in surprise, and then ignored the four assassins around her, put down her daughter in her arms, and wanted to salute Zhang Deming.

"Don't let me go, I don't have a maid like you. You can't be my maid even if you don't have any fingers in your heart.

Also, I plan to intervene, after all, I have saved it once, so I can’t see how hard I worked yesterday.

So, you'd better not make those little thoughts in front of me.

Although I don’t dislike a thoughtful person like you, your rank is also good, but I don’t think enough about it.

Be careful that your methods do not work. I will ignore your daughter. Then your daughter will chop you up and don’t cry for me.” Zhang Deming said lightly.

The woman was stunned and didn't argue anything. She actually knelt down calmly and said:

"My Qian Shuangshuang made my beloved laugh. I was forced to keep my life as warm as possible."

Haha, this woman has a lot of thoughts.

After getting along twice, after just a few sentences, I actually understood Zhang Deming's general personality and adopted a very correct response method.

I admitted my thoughts frankly, and it was clear.

In this ancient society, people with such a rank should not have a low status, right?

"Well, when I talk, I don't like people to be fooled."

With Zhang Deming's words, the weeds around the four assassins grew wildly in an instant, and the leaves were like vines, tied the four assassins into mummies.

The old beggar looked at this scene without resistance and his pupils contracted, and he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this person is a little unpredictable and has a weird personality, he at least doesn't look like a devil.

Zhang Deming turned to look at the old beggar and said, "You don't have a memory at all, you are still so meddling in other people's business."

The old beggar lowered his head and said, "After my senior, I asked this time, I started it. When I get old, I still have a memory even though my eyes are not good."

"Haha, so I said that, is there an extra apprentice in my two words?" Zhang Deming replied.

The old beggar responded, "If you are willing, I will certainly not be able to ask for it."

"But let it go, I can't afford to be such a big disciple.

And if you have such a personality, you will die on the road sooner or later, and I will not be able to accept disciples like you.

Maybe one day I will save someone and save me a huge disaster."

After saying that, I will no longer chat with each other.

He turned to look at Qian Shuangshuang and said, "Looking at how you are, it's really popular. Yesterday's disaster unexpected happened. Today, I simply lost my fig leaf and I was just serving the assassin.

Has the house fighting in the main city of Liuzhou evolved to this level?"

After experiencing yesterday's brief conversation, Qian Shuangshuang seemed to have adapted to Zhang Deming's somewhat funny way of speaking.

With a bitter smile on his face, he said, "I'll make my beloved laugh. If there is a struggle in the backyard, I'll be able to ask myself for ease.

This time, I was stabbed inside the front yard and fell into the current situation.

As long as I can go back alive, everything can be restored.

When I fell, I will never forget my grace to save my life several times."

"Stop, I saved you yesterday because of the girl in your arms, after all, she was still in the death penalty.

I saved you today because I didn’t want to work hard yesterday.

Let's leave here. At my speed, I probably won't see you again.

If you want to repay me, live carefully and let me save people for the first time in so many years without any reason. Just don’t waste it.

Take advantage of the fact that a sucker is willing to help, and find a way to get out of here. Judging from your appearance, your whereabouts should be guessed."

After saying that, Zhang Deming stopped talking to the other party almost, his heels trembled and shot out directly.

"Madam, do you know this senior?" the old beggar asked as he looked at Zhang Deming's disappearing figure.

Qian Shuangshuang shook her head and said, "I don't know each other, I just got rescued once yesterday and had a chance to meet him.

Mr. Ge, you call him senior, do you know Mr. Ge?"

The old beggar shook his head, looked down at the broken left hand, and said, "I don't know you, it's just because of my recklessness that another young senior taught me a lesson.

At first I thought they were together, but later I found out that they were just playing tables like the old man.”

Qian Shuangshuang looked at the old beggar's broken arm and thought of Zhang Deming's personality. Coupled with the previous conversation, she had rough guesses.

"As a famous family in Liuzhou, Mrs. Qian, I wonder how much does she know about immortals?" asked the old beggar.

Qian Shuangshuang looked at the old beggar and said, "I don't know much. I only know that Liuzhou, Tongzhou and Yuanzhou are all managed by the Tianlingmen Sect, the four nine gates.

And the disciples of Tianling Sect are the white cloud blue shirt and clothing."
Chapter completed!