The light and shadow in the corner were not very clear, and there was a white mist rising from the glass teacup through a layer, so the person's appearance and face could not be well described.

But it can still be seen that he was a young man in his twenties.

He was tall and leaned against the seat, his movements were casual and leisurely, and he was a bit arrogant.

But when you look at it, it feels like a breath of being undisturbed by others.

When he heard that sentence, the young man's eyebrows moved and he casually said "Oh", not looking at him.

He leaned over slightly, stretched out his fingers, and held the glass tea cup in front of him.

From this perspective, you can see his white fingertips, like carefully carved jade, with smooth curves and beautiful curves.

A truly elegant noble young man.

"Really!" The person next to him was probably his friend, and he kept hitting him with his arm, and his voice sounded very excited, "It's even more like that girl Mu Zhi!"

"Chi." Hearing this, the young man seemed to laugh softly, disregarding himself, "What does she have to do with me?"

"What? Am I wrong?" The person around him patted him, crossed his legs and asked, "Isn't she your sister?"

The young man's voice was still smiling, but it was a little cold and penetrated into his bones: "Fengchi, do you deserve a beating again?"

"What's wrong with me?" Feng Chi was startled and hurriedly stayed away. "If you don't say it, just don't say it. Jun will not take the initiative to speak."

Moving away a little further, he said vigilantly: "Don't hit me, I can't beat you. Who doesn't know your Mu Ying's reputation?"

As he said that, he exclaimed again: "That's my father's generation, and it may not be your opponent."

Because he has a good relationship with Mu Ying and his brother who grew up wearing pairs of pants, he has been scolded by his parents since he was a child.

Every time I say, look at the little shadow and look at you, are you shy?

Too shy!

Feng Chi said it was not important to him. He was thick-skinned and was not ashamed.

Anyway, Mu Ying is his good brother, and he will benefit from it as well. He can accept the admiration of the little girls everywhere. How great is it.

Mu Ying curled her lips and raised her eyes, with a bit of laziness: "What are you doing from that distance?"

"Okay, who doesn't know what you are thinking?" Feng Chi muttered, "You must be thinking about how to hang me up and beat me."

When he was a teenager, he was thrown into the Mu family by his father, and said that he wanted to go out to play with his mother, and he didn't want him to disturb them.

As a result, that month, he lived in dire straits.

Every day, my nose and face are bruised... I was beaten by Mu Ying.

When his parents came back from traveling around, he ran back to the Feng family crying, and then sued Mu Ying viciously, and the result was-

His father: "It's a good thing to fight more, but Xiaoying has done a lot of hard work."

His mother: "Husband, Xiaoying teaches us Chi'er for so long. Should we go to the Mu family to thank you?"

His father had always listened to his mother's words, and as soon as the two of them decided, they carried some gifts and went to the Mu family in a hurry.

Feng Chi was stunned at that time and was left behind before he could even stretch out his hand.

Who is the real son?

Chi'er... Chi'er, I don't know who gave him this name, it's simply a blind eye to his face that all the girls like.

Mu Ying turned the glass teacup with her slender fingers, smiling, and a little slutty: "I have a bad temper, and I will beat anyone who provokes me."

Hearing this sentence, Feng Chi was completely depressed and stopped talking.

But no, every time he gets beaten, he asks for it.

Although he had forgotten many things, he had a deep impression of them.

Once, he put laxatives in Muying's usual teacup.

But unexpectedly, the boy could see it and then he got used to the cup of tea with laxatives.

Later, Feng Chi asked Mu Ying how he exposed the situation.

Mu Ying was silent for a moment before saying, "You have put too much, and there is still nothing melted at the bottom of the cup."

Feng Chi: "…"

He may be really a fool.

Another time, Feng Chi took Mu Ying's rest and secretly took away his sword and prepared to go to the back mountain to dig herbs.

As a result, before he could make any moves, Mu Ying discovered it again.

Then, another beaten up.

Fortunately, he is in good health and has thick skin. He can only lie on the bed for two days before he can continue to jump around.

Later, Feng Chi realized that Mu Ying regarded the sword as more important than his own life.

After being beaten a few times, Feng Chi hummed in pain.

But Feng Chi always didn't have a memory, so he was beaten for a whole month.

"Isn't that so young and ignorant?" Feng Chi snorted lightly, "What's the point of saying you hold a sword every day? Is the sword good-looking?"

Mu Ying glanced at him indifferently, with a leisurely expression: "Better than you."

"Fart!" Feng Chi was so angry that he almost fainted. "Why are you more beautiful than me? I am so fond of the little girl. There is a house full of letters they wrote to me."

"Is that right?" Mu Ying smiled, pulling the corners of her lips, "Their eyes are really bad."

"Nonsense, I'm obviously very charming...oh, right." Feng Chi was so angry that he didn't know what he thought of, but his voice suddenly paused, "Aren't we discussing your sister? Why did we come here?"

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings suddenly became silent.

Feng Chi was stunned and looked at the people around him.

Mu Ying's deep eyebrows and eyes were a bit dull, but it did not hide its nobleness and glory.

His eyes are the very beautiful phoenix eyes, with long and narrow eyes, raised eyes, and a shallow stream of light, charming and elegant.

It seems that with just a slight turn, you can pull away the soul of a person.

But in such a pair of eyes, there was a chilling chill at this moment, as if it was a towering iceberg.

Mu Ying laughed softly, paused word by word, and said slowly: "I don't have a sister."

**

In the talisman meeting, people on the floor were still making noise.

They commented on the woman in purple, without any intention of lowering her voice, but instead deliberately improved.

"This little sister looks really good-looking. Look at her figure, tsk..."

"I think about it, our female talisman master in Huaxu should be able to count even if he slaps? Now another one appears, and I don't know how strong it is."

"Swish, I bet, I'm sure I'm not very strong. I guess at most I'll be a second-level talisman master."

"Hey, then I'll bet she is a third-level talisman master."

"Betting! Betting!"

As soon as the voice came out, the talisman masters were excited and prepared to make a bet on the spot.

Feng Chi listened and was also a little moved, but when he thought that he and Mu Ying were not too eye-catching, he had to suppress the idea of ​​taking a gamble.

Alas, it's a pity that he can bet on a little expert.

But listening to the bets set by those people were all ordinary things that did not arouse his interest.

However... Feng Chi looked up at the counter again, and his doubts became deeper.

Did he feel wrong?

Feng Chi scratched his head, but the girl really looked like Mu Ying.

Not only the eyebrows, but also the temperaments all over the body are very consistent.

Or maybe... the good-looking people in this world are almost the same?

Feng Chi glanced at Mu Ying, who was hiding behind the smoke, and then had to admit that compared to his brother and sister, he... was really a bit ugly.

**

Jun Muqian had already walked to the counter at this time, and the female manager who was in charge of the first floor immediately came up.

She smiled slightly, dignified and elegant: "Is this the first time a girl is here?"

"Yes." Jun Muqian nodded, "First time."

I guess there is no such organization in the secular world.

After all, there are very few people who can become talisman masters.

"I will introduce myself. I am the person in charge of the first floor every year." After hearing this, the female manager was not surprised. "The first floor is the place to receive tasks. I wonder what level of talisman master the girl is? I can choose the right task for the girl."

As soon as this sentence came out, the noisy sounds around him suddenly became silent.

The talisman masters who had already arranged the gambling game all looked over, their eyes were bright, waiting for the woman in purple to answer.
To be continued...