Song Yan slept until the night, got up and dressed up, and she went straight to half drunk.

Lu Zhanying seemed to have encountered some trouble. Several men with big flower arms were fierce and blocked the bar like the door god. Lu Zhanying, a little girl, stood opposite them, suffered a great loss in appearance.

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat. Is he being asked for trouble? And this trouble looks quite tricky.

Just as she was thinking about how to help her, she heard her speak extremely arrogantly: "If I don't leave, I'll do it."

And obviously she was just talking, and her hand had touched her dagger.

Regardless of anything else, Lu Zhanying will definitely win in terms of this momentum.

Song Yan had a feeling that even if she faced thousands of troops alone, she would still be confident and dared to say harsh words: If you don’t surrender, you will be killed.

"Yeah, calm down, don't be rude." Seeing that she didn't seem to be talking, Song Yan hurried up to dissuade her.

"You are here." Lu Zhanying replied to her concisely, and her eyes swept hard at the big flower arms, "Don't you see me busy? Why don't you get out of here!"

This is a rare time for Song Yan. When he saw Lu Zhanying's tone was so strong, his speech also fluctuated.

The big flower arms obviously did not give up. The leader said, "Brother Zhou asked us to invite you, don't make things difficult for us. If we can't take you over on time today, we will have to take care of it."

Song Yan subconsciously protected Lu Zhanying when he heard this. "If others make things difficult for you, can you make things difficult for a little girl without any power? Such a few big men bully a little girl, can you tell me some martial ethics?"

The big flower arms looked at each other, and their eyes fell on Lu Zhanying's hand, and they laughed dryly, "We are the chicken in front of Miss Ying."

Song Yan: "..."

The metaphor is quite appropriate.

Song Yan asked Lu Zhanying in a low voice. Lu Zhanying had a strange expression. After pausing for a while, he replied: "Suitor."

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and it took her a long time to come to her senses. Her eyes swept back and forth between the big flower arms and Lu Zhanying, and her expression was so exciting.

She is sure she is a suitor, not a hunter?

The two sides were in a stalemate, and finally Lu Zhanying frowned. After pondering, she said to Song Yan: "Please take care of the store for me and I'll go out."

Song Yan nodded, she patted Lu Zhanying on the shoulder, and replied seriously, "Okay, I'll leave it to me, don't worry."

If the iron tree Lu Zhanying really blooms this winter, it would be a wonderful thing.

Lu Zhanying looked at her deeply, and her eyes were so worried. Before leaving, she gave her dagger to Song Yan, and Song Yan quickly refused, "No, no, no, I can't do it, I'm a girl."

She has never even taken a fruit knife since she was a child. She is not of this type, so it is best to leave these things for Yingying.

"Then I'll give you a handful of pink next time."

Song Yan: "..."

After Lu Zhanying left, the big flower arms left half drunk. The originally tense atmosphere finally eased. The guests who were avoiding each other also breathed a sigh of relief and began to enjoy this free and beautiful night.

Song Yan sat for a while, and she said to the bartender: "Call Li Wei and ask her if she will come tonight."
Chapter completed!