Chapter 194: Ancient Murong (1)

In "Qingquan Restaurant", Murongye looked at the middle-aged man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek with a green expression. "I'll ask you again, where are the Murong family members?" The shopkeeper trembled and couldn't say anything when he looked at the men who had died tragically just now.
Seeing this shopkeeper, Murongye raised his palm again.
"My lord, spare your life, I think you may have come to the wrong place. The person you are looking for should be at Qingquan Restaurant and not at Qingquan Restaurant."
"Hahaha, you dog, dare to play with the old man." Earlier, he heard Muronghua say and asked Murongying and Liu Hu to wrap the third floor of the Qingquan restaurant.
Thinking of this, Murongye suddenly realized a problem, because this "Qingquan Restaurant" had only two floors, why would Muronghua say to wrap the third floor?
"Are there other Qingquan restaurants in this town?" Murongye thought of a more reasonable reason.
"If you go back to your lord, there was originally only one Qingquan restaurant in this town." The shopkeeper said that there was still a pen and paper in the four characters of Qingquan restaurant. "Later, the villain saw that Qingquan Restaurant was doing very well, so he changed the name of the shop to Qingquan Restaurant." While speaking, he also wrote the words "Qingquan Restaurant" on the paper.
By then Murongye understood that he was wasted time by this bastard. Murongye was about to leave, but saw the three small characters "Wrong" engraved on the brush in the hand of the shopkeeper. Although it's a long time ago, this small character is a bit vague, but it can be recognized as a pen like a knife.
The material used to make this brush is neither gold nor wood, and even Murongye’s knowledge can’t recognize what material this brush is made of.
"The shopkeeper, this is ten thousand gold coins. I want this pen." Murongye usually uses spirit stones. I don't know when this gold coin was brought to him. This pen is quite extraordinary, Murongye He threw all the gold coins he had directly to the shopkeeper. Then in the horrified eyes of the shopkeeper, he took away the brush from his hand, and then walked away.
After Murong Ye left, the shopkeeper looked at a money bag on the counter and couldn't laugh or cry. Could this be ten thousand gold coins? Then the shopkeeper opened the money bag, and a large pile of gold coins immediately poured out of the money bag, covering the counter with a layer. "Really!" Shopkeeper Zhao said with eyes full of light.
In the Qingquan Inn, Luo Caiyi was still on a big bed. Looking at Luo Caiyi's exquisite face, full double peaks, and slender figure, Murong Hua swallowed. He is considered to be countless women, but this is the first time he has seen such a lovely person like Luo Caiyi.
"Little beauty, don't worry, I will let you have a good time next." Looking at Luo Caiyi's somewhat scared eyes, Murong Hua said with evil light in her eyes.
"Where to start, it's really embarrassing." Looking at the beautiful Luo Caiyi like a work of art in front of him, Murong Hua suddenly didn't know where to start.
"That's fine, I will spill a glass of wine on you, and start from wherever it is spilled." Murong Hua said as he picked up a glass of wine and poured it on Luo Caiyi, and the wine fell into the girl's body without any partiality. The softness.
Murong Hua was big and small, and immediately rushed towards Luo Caiyi. But halfway through, Murong Hua found that his eyes were dark, and a shoe print was printed on Murong Hua's face.
Looking at Luo Caiyi who was lying weakly on the bed, Tang Ao asked, "Is it all right?"
Luo Cai's clothes were already thin and light, and Murong Hua went over this glass of wine and immediately turned her clothes into a little transparent and hazy. Seeing Tang Ao staring at herself, Luo Caiyi gave him an angry look.
"Where did the dare to take care of this young master, I think you are tired of living." The twelve fate souls behind Muronghua came out in an instant, a nine-stranded steel fork fate from the sixteenth heaven. Murong Hua held the soul in his hand, and the explosion of tearing air was like Tang Ao's stab.