An Xin held the purple token in his hand and played with its edges with his fingers.
An Xin wanted to know how deeply involved the Zijin Temple was with the Demon Cult. But now that there are people coming and going at the door, it is obviously not suitable for the falcon to convey the message.
The remaining luck of the royal family was completely suppressed by An Xin through false accusations. The life and death of those Thousand Sword Armors is actually not that important anymore. No matter how powerful the man in the world is, he cannot use the royal luck to stabilize the situation in the world.
The news blew like a huge wind to the entire world.
The matter between the royal family and the Weihai Demon Cult has been making waves in the world.
A normally dispensable royal family has once again become a topic of conversation among people in the world. Some smart people speculate that the royal family wants to use the Weihai Demon Sect to restore its former glory. For this reason, this smart man also specially analyzed a wave of interactions between the royal family and the Weihai Demon Sect. Benefits of union. The final conclusion is that they are just two poor guys hugging each other for warmth.
......
Near noon a young man came to the inn.
The young man looks handsome, wrapped in a black robe, and always has a sinister smile on his lips.
An Xin glanced at the young man with a puzzled look on his face:
"Hey, people from the Demon Cult came to my inn so arrogantly. Didn't they take me seriously?"
When the young man heard An Xin's words, he was stunned for a moment, then his aura suddenly changed and he smiled:
"Mr. An, if you take a closer look, I have nothing to do with that demon sect."
An Xin glanced at the young man again. Then he slapped the man in front of him first:
"Shabi"
The young man covered the left side of his face that had been beaten and said with a look of disbelief:
"Mr. An, I now have a pure internal force of Purple Gold Art. Why are you still beating me?"
"Uh~ I don't like people from Zijin Temple either."
The young man obviously didn't expect An Xin to say that. He shook his head and sat across from An Xin.
"Mr. An, do you know why I have two internal powers?"
"Practice two kinds of exercises and you'll get two kinds of internal strength."
An Xin looked at the man in front of him like an idiot.
"Uh~ No! I mean, does Mr. An know how I got these two skills?"
"One got it from the Zijin Temple, and the other got it from the Demon Cult. Are you kidding me? Why do you always ask me such low-level questions? If you have something to say, get out of here. If you have nothing else to do, you have to buy steamed buns for lunch. "
When the middle-aged man heard An Xin's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then said:
"Mr. An, you haven't eaten yet, where is your inn chef?"
"Something happened when I went out."
"Well~ let's do this. I'm a good cook. I'll go to the kitchen to get you some food for lunch."
Without waiting for An An's consent, he ran towards the kitchen. In order to dispel An An's doubts, he turned to An An and said:
"Mr. An, don't worry, my cooking is delicious."
......
After saying that, he turned around and bumped into the door frame.
.......
When An Xin saw the young man going to the kitchen, he didn't object. He was not afraid that this stranger who suddenly broke in would poison him. After all, he was already invulnerable to all poisons.
An Xin naturally understood what the young man said just now, and he also wondered why this man had two completely different techniques. It's just that he can't bear to see others filling the cup in front of him.
After a while, the young man came out with two bowls of noodles:
"Mr. An, you don't have much ingredients in the kitchen, so I can only make two bowls of noodles."
"It's not poisoned."
"I have heard that Mr. An has eaten the West-footed Bird. The poison has no effect on you, so it is useless. If Mr. An dislikes the bland taste, I have some poison here."
As he spoke, he took out a bunch of medicine bottles from his arms:
"This is Hedinghong, this is Wudu Powder, this is five-color powder, this is a small specialty..."
The young man put a medicine bottle on the table every time he said a poison.
An Xin looked at the table full of poisons and said doubtfully:
"Do you have any colorless, odorless, chronic poison here?"
"Yes, this bottle of smelling flower dew is colorless and odorless, but it can only be used by people below the Dragon Transformation Realm."
"Oh, give me a bottle first."
When the young man heard An Xin's words, he was stunned for a moment, then took out a purple medicine bottle from the table and handed it to An Xin.
An Xin put the medicine bottle in his arms, got a bowl of noodles and started eating by himself.
Seeing An Xin like this, the young man didn't ask any questions. He put all the poison in his arms, picked up another bowl of noodles and ate it too.
After the two of them finished eating the noodles, they smashed them in their mouths An Xin and said with a smile:
"You're pretty good at cooking."
"Well, I can't help it. I have lived alone since I was a child. If I don't do better, I will always starve to death."
"I can't believe what you say. The Purple Gold Technique and the Demonic Cult's techniques you practice are both superior martial arts and should not be accessible to people from poor backgrounds."
"Mr. An, don't you wonder why I possess two top-notch techniques?"
"I'm confused, but yesterday I killed three people from the Demon Cult and found a Zijin Temple token from their hands. I plan to ask Dong Dao to investigate the cause and effect."
"No, you killed Mo Sanxin?"
"Is it weird? Three people from the Demon Cult knocked on the door of my inn at night. If I didn't kill them, people would think I was colluding with the Demon Cult."
"Um~ I asked those three people to come to invite Mr. An. Originally, I was planning to discuss something with Mr. An at the ruined temple in Qiyi Town last night. But after waiting all night, Mr. An didn't show up. I came here on my own. I think those three people were killed by Mr. An because they were disrespectful."
"No, you're overthinking it. They didn't even say the reason, so they were killed by me first. I'm not interested in what they said."
"Uh~ Okay. Mr. An, I want to ask you for a favor."
The young man said, taking out a wad of banknotes from his arms and handing them to An Xin.
An Xin took the banknote and without even counting it, he stuffed it into his arms and said:
"What's the matter? Let's talk about it."
"Help me kill Master Fang."
