Chapter 620: The lord’s night feast, no regrets though he died

Chen Zhong did not come back until the afternoon of the next day.
In the inn, the two teenagers became a little anxious.
"His Royal Highness, why hasn't Uncle Zhong returned now? Is there any change in things?"
The talking boy looked anxious, and at the same time he was the youngest of the three.
Because of his natural power, he was selected.
Hua Youan shook his head, "Don't worry, since Uncle Zhong said that he can do it, he must be able to do it, wait a minute."
The older boy also said at this time: "Song A, your Highness is right. Uncle Zhong has been alone in this Luofu city for decades. There must be something unique, don't be too anxious."
Song A curled his lips, "Jianing, don't you talk about me here, who was so anxious that I couldn't eat more?"
Jianing smiled awkwardly, and then sneered, "Do you think everyone is like you, eating like a rice bucket?"
Because Song A is born with supernatural power, so the appetite is extremely amazing.
"That's better than you, don't let us fall down outside?"
"Why don't you say compare archery with me?"
What Jianing is best at is archery. One-handed archery can be described as otherworldly and can even restrain some cultivators, so he was selected.
"I'm stupid, compare with you?"
"Then I'm stupid, I wrestle with you?"
The two began to bicker.
Hua Youan looked at it and couldn't help laughing.
Because they are all young people of similar ages, and after this time of getting along, they have become close friends long ago.
And Hua Youan knew that the two people quarreled to ease the tension.
In fact, why not Hua Youan?
Although she just said to trust Uncle Zhong.
But she knows that the world of the practitioner is extremely cruel.
As long as you are strong, everything you do is right.
But if your strength is low, then you even breathe wrong.
And if you want to win tickets to the banquet with the strength of the Chinese, you can imagine the difficulty.
Just as the three were anxiously waiting in the inn.
In a penthouse in the City Lord's Mansion of Luofu City.
Chen Zhong nodded and talked to a plump butler.
"Butler, you can do it well, find a way to get me an invitation to the Chinese! This is a trivial matter, it's not respectful, you buy a bag of tea to drink!"
With that, Chen Zhong handed in some silver notes.
The housekeeper glanced at the crumpled bank note in Chen Zhong's hand, snorted coldly, and said yin and yang weirdly.
"Chen Zhong, I have known you for more than ten years. I thought you were an old dog who only knew how to slap a horse and flatter you. I didn't expect you to dare to stand up for the Chinese? Why? No light?"
Chen Zhongnuo did not dare to say anything, but just kept smiling.
Genjin sneered: "Don't play stupid with me, I am also wondering, what do you say about your Chinese picture? The people you sent didn't even go in at the banquet. People played to their deaths. Did they send someone this time? And even to a banquet?"
"Let me tell you, this time the Lord of the City feels that your Chinese are too weak, and it is also to protect you, so I deliberately didn't send you an invitation, so please come back!"
The chief steward of the City Lord's Mansion took up his teacup after finishing speaking, which was obviously blasting Chen Zhong out.
Chen Zhong did not leave, but took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Great steward, my Chinese don’t want anything, just want to prove that I still exist in this world! You just have to raise your hand and let us go Banquet, we Chinese will never forget your kindness!"
"Don't forget my kindness? Haha, just rely on you mortals? To tell you the truth, I wouldn't be lazy to see you if it wasn't for the face of the guarantors you found." Geng Jin snorted coldly, and got up. Want to leave.
At this time, Chen Zhong thumped and fell to his knees, "Great butler, please help!"
As he said, he banged his head.
When Genjin saw this, he didn't even blink his eyelids. Instead, he smiled insidiously: "I have seen a lot of kowtows, Chen Zhong, I heard that you are known for a good temper. Let it be, as long as you kneel on the ground now If you learn how to bark, I agree to think of a way for you Chinese. How about?"
Chen Zhong was slightly startled when he heard it, and looked at the gold.
"Why? Unwilling? Then I can't help you!" Genjin said, and was about to leave.
"My housekeeper stay!" Chen Zhong lowered his head and said softly.
Genjin stopped, "Why? Are you willing?"
Chen Zhong's face was a little pale, but he smiled very sincerely.
"Of course I do, I was just thinking about how to learn how to bark!"
He shouted barkingly.
Seeing this gray-haired old man kneeling on the ground to learn how to bark, Genjin couldn't help laughing, and then patted Chen Zhong on the head.
"You are also a person of knowledge, nothing more, I will help you, but I said in advance, you Chinese people are dead, don't rely on me!"
Chen Zhong nodded vigorously, "Please rest assured, Lord Butler, if my Chinese are dead, I definitely have nothing to do with you."
Genjin smiled, and muttered.
"I really don't understand you Chinese people, are they all crazy?"
Then he left.
After Chen Zhong was left in the penthouse, he slowly lowered his head, his eyes flashed with humiliating light, but after a while, the light dissipated, and the whole person became relaxed again, then got up and left the city lord’s mansion and returned to the inn. .
"Uncle Zhong, how are things going?" Song A asked impatiently.
Chen Zhong smiled and nodded, "I'm Chen Zhong going out, and all parties naturally want to show some face. It's already done, and you can go to the dinner in the evening!"
"Really! That's great!" Song A happily pulled Jia Ning down to prepare.
Looking at these two vigorous backs, Chen Zhong, who didn't even feel sad when he knelt on the ground to school with a dog barking, suddenly felt empty in his heart.
The words of genjin are still in my ears.
The tragedy of the last Thousand Races Conference also came to Chen Zhong's mind.
Those were three young people who were equally young, and they went to the banquet with such enthusiasm, but what they brought back was a mess of flesh and blood~EbookFREE.me~ I just didn’t know what happened this time. No changes.
Hua Youan Bingxue was smart. Seeing Chen Zhong's appearance, she naturally knew what he was worried about and couldn't help but smile.
"Uncle Zhong, don't be sad, when the three of us made the decision to come to the Thousand Clan Conference, we were all ready. If..."
Huayou settled down.
"If we really can't come back, then please remember to send a letter to my father, saying that I didn't shame him!"
Chen Zhong listened in silence for a while.
There are no tears.
Because in this world, the weak do not even deserve tears.
Genjin didn't break his promise, and when he was holding the lamp, he sent someone to send an invitation.
The three Hua Youan, who had already prepared everything, took the invitation and got up to go to the City Lord's Mansion.