Chapter 18: Such a boy, this seat is accepted!

"I was in retreat at home and healed my wounds. When I heard a loud noise coming from Brother Xinglie, I came over and took a look."
Shi Feiyu spoke casually, with a slight indifference in his smile.
This surprised Chen Xinglie.
Originally thought that Shi Feiyu's attitude towards him should be very enthusiastic.
After all, the name that appeared the most in the small notebook under the desk was not those enemies, but Shi Feiyu, who often appeared at critical moments.
Unexpectedly, there was a sense of distance in her smile, as if deliberately maintaining a proper sense of distance.
Since we have to keep our distance, why come so promptly when we help? For example, tonight...
This girl, interesting!
With a smile on his face, Chen Xinglie looked at this "junior brother" with interest, and said, "Now that the matter has been resolved, why is Feiyu Junior Brother still on the roof?"
Shi Feiyu said, "I just want to see more."
See more?
What do you want to see?
Is to take a look at this seat, what is the secret?
Let’s see if Fei Zhi and others will make a comeback and bring people to attack and kill this seat overnight, just like the small book records, ready to help me again?
no matter what……
This sentiment of rushing to help immediately, regardless of his own injury, I wrote down.
Chen Xinglie took out a healing pill, handed it over, and said, "This is a panacea for healing."
"Thank you Brother Xinglie." Shi Feiyu picked up the healing pill and threw it directly into his mouth, unceremoniously.
"Junior Brother rest earlier."
Chen Xinglie flew off the roof, returned to the room, holding the chrysanthemum arrow symbol, and was about to go to sleep, but found that Shi Feiyu still did not leave, but sat cross-legged on the roof.
Is this worrying that this seat will be attacked by someone at night and is standing guard for this seat?
Enough loyal!
Such a little brother...No, it should be a little sister.
This seat is accepted!
...
Xiangdong Street is very busy.
Early in the morning, Chen Xinglie was awakened by the cries on the street.
In the courtyard.
Uncle Chen is scolding Li Qinglian.
"As a maidservant, you should have the rules of a maidservant!"
"It's going to be three poles a day. You haven't prepared the washing utensils for the son. Did you do this?"
"Human, the most important thing is to keep one's duty..."
Uncle Chen speaks earnestly.
Li Qinglian lowered her head without making a sound. She hated her and thought to herself: "One day, my father is mainly a salted fish turning over. By then..."
Chen Xinglie ignored the two and looked at the roof.
Shi Feiyu sat all night and has not left yet.
Several morning dews hung on the tips of her hair, basking in the morning sun, like bright pearls.
Compared with last night, Shi Feiyu's white as snow cheeks were a bit more bloody.
Healing pills are really effective.
Standing in the courtyard, Chen Xinglie greeted Shi Feiyu on the roof and asked, "Would you like to have breakfast together?"
"Thank you brother for your kindness, I'm not hungry." Shi Feiyu jumped up from the roof, leaped to the roof of the yard next door, and then went up and down several times before flying away.
Not hungry?
Sitting on the roof, staying up all night, are you not hungry?
Woman's mouth...
Liar ghost!
Chen Xinglie shook his head and walked out of the courtyard.
Li Qinglian quickly followed.
In Xiangdong Street, pedestrians are like weaving, and there are rows of shops on both sides.
Chen Xinglie wandered aimlessly.
At the cross street ahead, in the most crowded place, there is a bunch of food stalls, and business is booming.
The location of this small food stall is really a treasure of geomantic omen.
The strange thing is that at the intersection of the cross street, there is a single seedling of this food stall, and there are no other vendors who come to this place of feng shui to grab business.
Is this bullying?
It seems that this stall owner is a capable person.
Chen Xinglie walked over, picked up a bunch of snacks at random and threw it to Li Qinglian.
"Thank you, Master."
Li Qinglian was holding a snack, secretly paying attention to the expression of the big devil, observing his words, and finding that the big devil had been looking around, even with a strange look in his eyes, which made Li Qinglian feel sad.
That's it!
Ruined!
This treacherous monster, I'm afraid... it's exactly what I thought!
The look in the eyes of the Great Demon now seems to be very fresh when looking at everything... This means that it is very likely that the Great Demon has come to Qingyun City for the first time!
I should have guessed it!
Yue Changfeng in the third state of martial arts was killed by him with a single sword.
But the man in the cloak, named Wei Xing, was one of the three elders of the Liusha Sect, the master of the sixth state of martial arts, and the master of the hidden realm, he was killed by him!
The big demon is young, even if he starts to practice in the womb, he can't-+ can have such strength!
The only possibility is...
Take home! Rebirth!
Only those land immortals with martial arts above ten realms can use the means of seizing the house.
Occupy other people's bodies with souls, and live by birth!
I……
I actually fell into the hands of a land god!
Who did I provoke?
Goodness.
Why are you doing this to me?
Li Qinglian felt that in this life it would be difficult to turn over again, her nose suddenly sore, and she felt aggrieved. She took a bite of the snack in her hand, but tears fell in her eyes.
The little maid cried.
Chen Xinglie was a little surprised.
How delicious is this street food?
Moved the little maid to tears?
Chen Xinglie couldn't help but pick up a bunch of snacks, ready to taste.
"shut up!"
The owner of the food stall slammed the table, pointed at Chen Xinglie, and roared: "You bastard! Poke the bird! Useless! If you just take Lao Tzu's string for nothing, that's fine. Now it's getting worse and I want to take it again. I really dare not mess with you?"
Li Qinglian was stunned.
The folk customs of Qingyun City are so sturdy to this point?
Even ordinary people on the street dared to point their noses and curse in front of the inner disciples?
Chen Xinglie smiled coldly and asked: "Tell me, why do you dare to mess with me."
The stall owner patted his chest imposingly, and said, "I'm a nephew of the Qingyang Sect, a veritable disciple of the inner sect. And you soft guy, only relying on the support of Master Feiyu to live to this day Lao Tzu tells you that Shi Feiyu has lost his mind and is hard to protect himself. Without Shi Feiyu, my nephew pinched you to death, as simple as pinching an ant!"
No wonder the boss can put his stall in the most prominent place on the street. The left and right sides of the stall are empty. No one dares to set up a stall next to him. No one dares to steal his business.
It turned out that this person's nephew was an inner disciple.
Chen Xinglie nodded, his tone was still gentle, and said, "Please also tell me, what is your nephew's name."
The stall owner became more and more arrogant.
"Huh! The cheap bones you can eat or not beat!"
"Little boy! Do you remember that Fenghui who almost broke your leg?"
"I am Fenghui's seventh uncle!"
Fenghui!
This is the first person recorded on a small book.