On the other side of the curtain hanging at the door of the kitchen in the lobby, a hunchbacked old man was sitting on a bench with his legs crossed and smoking a cigarette.

Chen Pingan went downstairs in no hurry and lay on the railing.

The sword cultivator who previously blocked the two assassins who were chasing the Yao family's border troops clearly had a back-up plan. Chen Ping'an noticed the looming violent aura in the distance. He should be a big demon with a lot of skills, at least

It is also equivalent to the realm of sword cultivators, but it suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly in the end. It was forcibly suppressed by an awe-inspiring righteousness, so the middle-aged sword cultivator retreated hastily, and the martial arts followers wearing nectar armor had to flee for their lives together.

When Chen Pingan saw the disheveled man in green shirt, his first impression was that this person was probably the hidden figure who could instantly kill the great demon, or a talented monk from the sect with the prefix Tongyezhou Sect, or... someone like Zhou Juran

That way, born in a Confucian academy!

But Chen Ping'an soon became unsure, because the man was annoyed by the landlady, looked down upon by the little lame man, and ignored by the hunchbacked old man. Moreover, he was short of money, and the inn knew everything about him.

Feeling sad, he looked at the woman and said infatuatedly: "Jiuniang, I don't mind you being a widow and having children, really..."

Chen Ping'an slapped his forehead, not to mention the man's identity and cultivation, he only said that he was worse than him when it came to love between men and women. He deserved not to be invited to see him. How could he talk to a woman like this? What kind of love words were there? He was clearly going there.

The woman was stabbed in the heart.

Sure enough, the woman who was just showing off her indifference raised her head, stared at the bastard, gritted her teeth and said, "Believe it or not, I will go to the sheepfold, bring a dustpan of dung, and pour it on your head?!"

Chen Pingan glanced at the woman again.

The man in green shirt was lying on the table, his hands and feet were dancing wildly, especially his hands were like rags. He was so sad that it hurt his lungs. "Jiuniang, how can you be so heartless? How can I live like this? I'm not just poor, but the article hates life."

Da, you have to have a lot of scholars, otherwise you won’t be able to write wonderful and lasting articles..."

The little lame man spat hard, "Your uncle, Qian Gu Zhan, those limericks of yours are disgusting even to me, who has never read a book."

The hunchbacked old man seemed to be choked, and he was obviously frightened by that man's eternal article.

The man in green shirt suddenly became enlightened. He immediately sat up straight and looked at the woman with a smile, "Jiu Niang, are you afraid of delaying my bright future? That's why you don't want to be with me? It doesn't matter. I don't care about worldly views...

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The woman couldn't bear it anymore and said coldly: "Young cripple, old hunchback, whoever can kill him with a knife, I will give him ten taels of silver!"

The old hunchback didn't move, and the little cripple was already running wildly to get the knife from the kitchen.

The man in green shirt stood up, straightened his clothes, then turned around quickly and ran away.
Chapter completed!