A Zi gave Yun Zhonghe a white look and wished she could bite Yun Zhonghe to death.

I have become like this now, but it is not written by Yun Zhonghe. I also want to ask how she feels?

Yun Zhonghe noticed A Zi's resentful eyes and realized that he had said the wrong thing. He felt that even if he was breathing, he was wrong now.

The two hugged each other tightly, and after the spring breeze was so embarrassed that they didn't know how to speak.

After a long time, A Zi twisted her body and broke free from Yun Zhonghe's arms.

Yun Zhonghe looked at him without blinking, and he woke up like a dream until A Zi's voice sounded.

"Turn around, no peek."

"Oh!" Yun Zhonghe, who was distressed, turned silently, leaving only a figure behind.

A Zi was also stunned when she looked at Yun Zhonghe's back, covered her mouth and chuckled, thinking, she was such a fool.

While dressing, A Zi turned her head from time to time to observe whether Yun Zhonghe had peeked.

The result is that Yun Zhonghe acts like a gentleman.

She sat there like an old monk entering into meditation without moving.

A Zi's anger suddenly surged. Did she no longer have any attraction in Yun Zhonghe's eyes?

Yun Zhonghe listened to the movement behind him and turned around to check the situation, but when he thought that Ah Zi asked him not to peek, he turned his body halfway back.

"My Zi, have you changed her face? Can I turn it around?"

Originally, when A Zi saw Yun Zhonghe turn around, she instantly threw her anger behind her.

It seems that he is still very attractive to him, and Yun Zhonghe couldn't help but turn around and peek.

But what she didn't expect was that Yun Zhonghe stopped when he was halfway through and even turned back.

A Zi's chest was undulating violently, and she was so angry!

There is indeed no good thing for men.

"Yun Zhonghe, you beast!"

A Zi's angry roar resounded throughout the forest.

...

On the mountain path.

Yun Zhonghe followed A Zi with all his steps, looked at the latter with aggrieved eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "Didn't you tell me not to peek?"

"In the end, I'll blame me, woman!"

A Zi stopped, narrowed her eyes slightly, and a murderous aura appeared: "What did you say?"

"I said you are so beautiful. Having you by my side is a blessing I have cultivated in my previous life." Yun Zhonghe was so scared that he was shocked and said in a pleasing manner.

"Good mouth and smooth tongue." A Zi couldn't help but spat at Yun Zhonghe.

However, judging from the slightly upturned corner of her mouth, her mood was not as bad as it seemed on the surface.

She could see that Yun Zhonghe cared about her very much, which was enough.

"Aren't you going to ask Yun Zhonghe for a marriage? Why are you going to attend a martial arts conference suddenly?"

Faced with A Zi's question, Yun Zhonghe naturally had nothing to hide.

He told all the deal between him and Fu Hongxue that day.

As for Yue Buqun, after dealing with the matter of the martial arts conference, he had to agree if he didn't agree.

"Let's go, according to our current course, we should be able to enter the city before sunset."

I have been sleeping in the wild for three days since I left Huashan. I finally found out that there is a nearby town, so I naturally have to take a good rest.

The two of them almost pinched and stepped into the inn.

When the waiter saw two beggars entering the door, his eyes were full of disgust.

At this moment, the two of them were covered in mud, with disheveled hair and dirty faces, and their bodies were filled with foul smell, looking exactly like a beggar.

In order to avoid the trouble last time, Yun Zhonghe took out his arms when the waiter was about to open his mouth to drive people away, and placed a golden ingot on the table.

The waiter's eyes were straightened, his attitude changed by 180 degrees, and his smile came forward.

Turn a deaf ear to their dirty clothing and bad smells.

"Waiter, open a room for us, make a few buckets of hot water to go up, and then serve us a table of good wine and good food."

"Okay, please come upstairs, please."

Yun Zhonghe and A Zi went upstairs together. When he was turning the corner of the stairs, he seemed to feel something and stopped.

It's not really such a coincidence.

As soon as the thought came to an end, a waiter shouted and scolded him.

"You stinky beggar, if you don't have money, why should you drink? Get out of here quickly. It's so unlucky."

A Zi naturally heard the movement, and this kind of thing happened almost every day.

She looked at Yun Zhonghe and asked, "Yun Lang, what's wrong?"

Yun Zhonghe raised his hand and signaled her not to speak first, and his eyes looked in the direction of the sound.

He was wearing a torn dress full of patches, a melon-shaped hat, and a dirty face, as if rolling through a mud. There was a wine pot hanging around his waist, looking drunk.

Yun Zhonghe's gaze slowly moved upwards, his gaze frozen in the palm of the beggar's hand, his eyes slightly condensed.

His right hand palm is only half a piece of his little finger.

Combined with his outfit, the person who came must be the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, the Nine-Fingered God Beggar Hong Qigong.

Faced with the waiter's abuse, Hong Qigong didn't care at all. He only had the food in front of him.

"Shop waiter, don't make things too difficult for this old man. He has his account on me."

Yun Zhonghe walked towards Hong Qigong, reached out and took out a piece of gold ingot from his arms and threw it to the waiter.

The waiter hurriedly reached out to catch it, thanked Yun Zhonghe repeatedly, and then scolded Hong Qigong angrily: "You are lucky, and you have a noble person to help you."

But Mr. Hong Qi never raised his head.

After sending the waiter, Yun Zhonghe sat down next to Hong Qigong.

"Old man, eat slowly and don't choke." Yun Zhonghe kindly advised.

After hearing this, Hong Qigong finally stopped talking and turned his eyes from the food to him.

After seeing the visitor clearly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He never expected that the infamous Yun Zhonghe in the world would help him rescue him.

"Senior Hong." Yun Zhonghe saw that Hong Qigong's eyes were always on him, and he couldn't help but remind him.

Why does he look at himself like this? Is there any flowers on my face?

Hong Qigong reacted and withdrew his gaze to continue to solve the food on the table.

Yunzhonghe sleeps in the open these days. When he sees Hong Qigong having a feast, the greedy worm in his stomach is immediately attracted.

When internal strength has been cultivated to a certain extent, except to supplement daily needs, the rest is just to satisfy personal desires.

He waved A Zi to come and sit down, and asked the waiter to prepare a table of food and drinks again, and then he started eating very much regardless of his image.

A Zi's face showed a nervous look, her eyes looked at Hong Qigong from time to time, always keeping her vigilant.

She had to be careful, that was a beggar, and everyone in the martial arts world knew that he was jealous of evil.

Yun Zhonghe’s reputation in the world is extremely bad.

These two people met together, and it was undoubtedly a thunder that caused the earth's fire.
Chapter completed!