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The tavern's ten taels of silver was the biggest tavern in Nightingale Town. Some of the symbols of nobility were naturally not simple behind their backs. Most of the guards at the tavern had two tricks up their sleeves.

Immediately, the two large men looked at each other and one of them nodded. Lifting the killing stick in his hand, he walked toward the cold and indifferent Han Liu.

This big man was at the peak of the Refinement Realm, so he couldn't tell Han Liu's cultivation level. He thought this kid was a skinny, swollen face that acted like a fatty, so he naturally wasn't afraid. Even if Han Liu was a Greater Heaven stage expert, he still had the master of the Natal Opening Realm behind him.

Without fear, the large man struck his head, using all of his strength. As he waved his arm, a loud sound echoed in the air as he hacked down towards Han Liu's head like a bolt of lightning.

"Humph!" Han Liu coldly snorted. With a flash of cold light, he sheathed his sword.

By the time they managed to react, the burly man had already slowly fallen onto the ground, leaving behind a dark red trail of blood. Under the dim light of the sun that had just appeared, he exuded an enchanting halo of light.

The other burly man looked at his comrade who was lying on the ground, completely lifeless. A companion with the same strength as him had been killed by this young man with an incomparably swift and bizarre sword strike. This caused him to think that if he had made a move just now, then the one who would have fallen down was himself.

The fear of death was deep in his bones and blood. The big man almost crawled into the tavern. Not only was he useless here, he might even lose his life.

Ignoring the fleeing burly man, Chang Lou pulled the panicking beggar along as he walked in!

"Here, the facilities aren't good enough!"

The tavern was covered with smooth marble bricks, and the shadows of feet reflected on it were mottled; the walls were gilded, glittering, and rich; silver jugs and delicate china glasses sat on tables and chairs finely carved with fine balsa; the ancient staircase was covered with red carpets, and the noble men were dressed in gold and silver, and talked with great dignity. Everything here was so dazzling that it blinded the little beggar, but the boardinghouse from the big city said it was too run-down for the tavern in this small country town.

"What is the background of this lord? The only people who can say that the first tavern in Nightingale Town is in ruins are probably the big shots of Iron Rhinoceros City!" "Not good. It's rumored that Iron Rhinoceros City's elders sell this small bowl of Yang Spring Noodle Soup for a hundred gold a day. This ten taels of silver …"

The little beggar didn't think about the burly man who slunk off to the back of the hall to carry his men. He only thought about the Yang Chun Noodle, and it could be seen how much he valued and longed for the Yang Chun Noodle that he had yet to eat.

"Waiter, five bowls of Yang Spring Noodle Soup!" If you want enough weight, you'd better have a piece of meat! Another five pots of Hundred Years Flower Eagles. This bro, keep the alcohol on my account! Little guy, don't worry, we are very thrifty! Oh right, there's that beef from the Western Regions, one or two catties of wine! Hey! "As a waiter, how can you not know what's good for you? Hurry up and go, are you afraid that I won't be able to afford it?"

Chang Lou roared at the waiter. The noodles were delicious. There was still something he didn't dare delay after eating! If he continued to delay, Han Ying and Han Liu would be able to use their eyes to urge him to die. However, seeing that this little fellow was extremely worried that the ten taels of silver in his hands would severely shrink, Chang Lou turned his head and comforted the little fellow, indicating that the wine and money should be repaid. After finishing all the tasks, the waiter remained unmoved. Chang Lou bellowed an angry reminder to the waiter.

The waiter was very afraid of Chang Lou and the others. He was already trembling, but he still didn't dare to move. There was one person who was even more terrifying than the few in front of him. That was their boss, the middle-aged man currently standing on the stairs to the second floor.

"Chen Zi, take care of my account with these customers, don't be stingy, give these distinguished guests the best wine, meat and noodles!"

The middle-aged man who was waving a paper fan on the second floor instructed the waiter who was at a loss as he did not know what to do.

"Yes sir!" Chen Xiaolian dared not disobey the boss as he quickly ran to the back of the kitchen. He could clearly see that the thin shirt on the back of the youngster was already soaked through.

Most of the customers on the first floor were well-informed people. In a place like the tavern where there was conflict, two taels of wine were drunk to the point of blushing. Fighting was even more frequent than cooking.

These people had already moved to a few corners. This sort of place was the best place for them to watch the battle. If they could stay out of trouble and watch a good show, why wouldn't they do it? Most of the people on this floor were idle idlers. These types of people loved to watch the excitement and big events the most.

Now, someone was challenging the face of the tavern's owner. How could they avoid such a rare event?

The owner of the tavern was an important figure, a famous and powerful figure of Nightingale Town!

The difference between a hero and an ordinary person was that a hero had courage and could do something that would shock the vast majority of people. A normal person could only sigh in admiration.

The owner of the tavern was currently raising his wine glass and inviting Chang Lou for a drink.

Looking at the delicious and tasty noodles, Chang Lou rejected him decisively.

Of course, Chang Lou couldn't be too direct with her words. She waved her hand with a bow and said politely, "I wouldn't dare to refuse an invitation from my host. However, your Yang Spring Noodle Soup is too alluring and fragrant.

The owner of the tavern laughed and said, "A good man appreciates my family's food so much. This Lou will first eat three cups to respect your appreciation! "

"Broth for wine!" Chang Lou ate the noodles extremely quickly, as if she was pouring noodles into her stomach. Soon, all that was left was the soup. Chang Lou picked up the bowl of soup, took a big gulp, and finished it in one gulp. She even licked the bowl longingly.

"Here you go! Look at you, I'll give you my bowl! Uncle likes to drink alcohol! "

The monster grabbed a flower sculpture, threw the half-chewed piece of noodles back into the bowl and proudly pushed the bowl towards Chang Lou.

Rangers of the Jianghu cannot stand three things: cheap iron swords, strong wine with water, and cheap Yang Chun noodles! If he had not tried these three things, then he would not be a complete wandering Heroic Assassin. Chang Lou's favorite dish in his previous life was the Yang Spring Noodle Soup with a good price, the cheaper the better. The scalding sauce in his intestines made it easier to get drunk than the strong wine. It was not simple, killing without enmity, nor was it like the martial arts world!

Han Liu was the most straightforward. He finished the bowl of noodles without taking a breath. As he finished, his face flushed red and his blood ran wild, making the cold and calm man seem a lot more boorish.

He would never ask for anything from others! This was the present Han Ying. She frowned slightly as she sucked the noodles into her mouth. Her jade-like cheeks moved slightly as she chewed and swallowed.

But Han Ying was not the most attractive one. The little beggar did not eat noodles, but his life! As he chewed, he swallowed the tears of life, the joy of life, the piety in his eyes, like the apostle of a pilgrim; but he paid his respects not to the god who made men into slaves, but to a bowl of noodles, to keep them alive.