Chapter 550: Raiders the killer who is not like a killer

Si Song nodded, and then asked casually to the shopkeeper, "Why is the inn so deserted now?"
Feng Jing looked back and realized that there were no guests sitting in the lobby, which was completely different from the lively scene when they first came last night.
The shopkeeper's answer: "Didn't these people make a fuss too late last night? So now, I'm afraid they are still lying on the bed."
"Yes, I saw many people sitting in the lobby drinking yesterday." Fengjing asked, "The shopkeeper, do you people here like to drink?"
"The girl doesn't know something. Our town is not well-known, but few towns can match the brewing skills. Therefore, the people in our town are also drunk, and often drink. Midnight is more common."
The scenery knows that every place has its own customs, but I didn’t expect that there is such a custom of drinking until midnight. She was very interested and asked: "The shopkeeper, since you are so good at brewing, can you brew it? The famous agarwood wine?"
"Agarwood wine, isn't this wine unique to the country of Liubi?" The shopkeeper groaned, "Agarwood wine needs a kind of raw material, that is, a special kind of koji. The environment and climate here cannot produce it."
"Wow, the shopkeeper, you actually know so much!" The scenery was admired. She just asked so casually, but she didn't think that people could say all the reasons why they couldn't brew.
Admired by a young and beautiful girl, the shopkeeper also touched his beard triumphantly, "Thinking that back then, before becoming the innkeeper, I also traveled north and south. I also went to Liubi country a few times. I came and went to see more. That's a lot."
"Walking south and north?" Feng Guang picked up a stool and sat on the opposite side of the shopkeeper, placing his hands on the table with his chin. "The shopkeeper, tell me about what happened when you were rushing outside."
The shopkeeper's account was also not calculated, he put down the abacus and the account book, cleared his throat and said, "I think that year, I..."
"Miss Xia." Si Song suddenly interrupted the long talk about the shopkeeper who was about to begin. He looked at the scenery with indifferent eyes, "Are you going to go out to play?"
Behind the scenery was cold, and he hurriedly raised his hand to answer: "Go, I want to go out to swim the river!"
"Then let's set off." Si Song took the lead out of the inn, and Guang Jing quickly got up and followed him.
One person who left the shopkeeper was dissatisfied. Finally, there was a little girl who was willing to listen to his previous passionate deeds. Why was she taken away by that young man?
The bleak wind blew the fallen leaves on the street, and the scenery looked at the street where only three or two people passed, and could not help but said strangely: "It turns out that it is not just the people in the inn, even the people in this town are used to leaving late and returning early. ."
Si Song said: "I still remember, the riverside is over there."
"We were taken by the coachman to walk this street once yesterday. It was still the night, and you could remember the way, Sisong. You are really amazing!" I don't know how many times she worshiped her eyes. Looked at him.
Si Song paused, "Does Miss Xia like to compliment people?"
Whether it was him, the unknown shopkeeper, or even the old clay figurines she saw when she took her out of the palace for the first time, she would not hesitate to praise her.
It's not that this is bad, but that this kind of situation has been seen a lot, and it seems that when she praised him... it seemed that she was not so sincere.
In many cases, men’s hearts are more sensitive than women.