The waiter didn't panic even though he had a knife on his neck. He had obviously seen too many such situations.
The waiter wiped the sweat from his forehead, laughed a few times and said: "It turns out to be Mark's hero, and Ma Daxia is a bit more handsome. I'm so stupid that I didn't recognize him. I'm so offended."
The man named Mark Zhi put away the knife in his hand, took out ten taels of silver and put it in the waiter's hand, "Old rules, serve wine and food."
When the waiter saw Bai Yin, his eyes lit up a little, and he quickly smiled and said, "Okay, Master Ma, please wait a moment."
Wen Moyin stared at Mark Zhi and smiled lightly.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Wen Moyin slowly said: "Mark Zhi of Tiandaomen can be regarded as a leader of the younger generation, but it's strange that he is still leading the team this year. It has been five years." Okay, have you made any progress in your cultivation?"
Mark Zhi also saw Wen Moyin, stood up and walked towards Wen Moyin.
Looking at the people next to Wen Moyin, Mark Zhi smiled coldly, "Have all the young people in Taibai died and chosen these bad choices?"
When Huang Shengjie heard someone insulting him, he was about to slam the table and stand up, but was held down by Wen Moyin.
Wen Moyin stood up and crossed his arms across his chest, "Mark Zhi, it's been five years, and you haven't made any progress at all. You only want to talk for a while."
Mark Zhi has always been a proud man of heaven. Now when he heard Wen Moyin humiliating him, he immediately drew his sword and threatened: "Wen Moyin, you are the same. In terms of Tu's quick words, you are better than that Wang Po, who sells melons on the street, is even more prosperous."
Wen Moyin did not move, but raised the corner of his mouth, "Mark was led by Senior Sister Leng five years ago. Now that Senior Sister Leng has reached the Blowing Snow Realm, she cannot go to Ouju Haishan. What? She was beaten by Senior Sister Leng back then. Why do you want to step down from the ring to hold a grudge and vent your anger on these younger disciples?"
Mark Zhi knew in his heart that he could not defeat Wen Moyin, but he relied on his own cultivation and simply glanced around Gu Xiaotian and others. He was confident that with his Qiushui realm strength, he could defeat one against five, and the remaining two I'll leave it to other juniors. If the three of them can't beat two of them, it will really make people laugh if word spreads out of the Heavenly Sword Clan.
What's more, who can go to Oju Haishan is an ordinary person.
After thinking about it again and again, Mark Zhi exerted a little force on the knife he was holding, but someone grabbed his arm with his hand.
But the person holding Mark's hand was not the senior brothers and sisters who were traveling with Mark, nor was it Gu Xiaotian's group. Instead, it was the shop waiter who had a mediocre eye for money.
The waiter held Mark Zhi's arm and smiled innocently, and Mark Zhi's anger suddenly rose.
Is it reasonable for a mere waiter to hold his arm in public?
Markzhi twitched his arm a few times, but found that his arm seemed to be locked, unable to move.
Mark Zhi's face darkened, "Boy, what do you mean by this? If you are worried that I will damage your desk and chair, I will pay ten times the compensation afterwards."
Turning to look at the waiter, Wen Moyin was also a little surprised. Regardless of the waiter's strength, it would be easy for Mark's Qiushui Realm to get rid of the waiter in a small shop in the wilderness. But Wen Moyin was also very observant. Mark Zhi did have the idea of fighting just now, but his arms couldn't move. Could it be that this money-minded waiter is still a hidden master?
However, it is reasonable to say that the waiter is a hidden master. After all, this road is the only one leading to Ouju Haishan. The person who can open a shop here must be the Murong family of Ouju Haishan. Please hire a master to guard this place. It can be considered as self-justifying.
But Mark Zhi didn't think so. After all, he didn't use much force in twitching his arm just now. In his eyes, the waiter in the shop just had a little too much force.
No matter what, Mark Zhi couldn't associate this ordinary-looking, ordinary-dressed waiter with a reclusive master.
Mark Zhi said with a threat in his tone: "Xiao Er, if you let go now, I can spare you for the time being. If you insist on holding on, don't blame me for being merciless and chop you down too!"
The waiter remained unmoved, with a naive smile on his face.
Mark was also helpless.
Although Mark Zhi has never been a good person, he is still a disciple of the Tiandao Clan, the gate of Bahuang.
It's fair to say that you have to compete with Taibai's people here.
But if it were to kill an ordinary person, a lot of gossip would be spread out.
Neither retreat nor advance.
Fortunately, Mark Zhi’s junior brother gave Mark Zhi a step forward, “Senior Brother Ma, let’s just let these white ones jump around a few times, but they won’t make waves anyway, so we might as well go to Oju Haishan and avenge our old and new grudges together. "
Mark Zhi naturally got off the donkey along the slope, "Okay, just follow what my junior brother said and go to Oju Haishan to avenge old and new grudges together."
After saying that, Mark Zhi's hand holding the knife loosened up. The waiter in the shop was also sharp-eyed and didn't bother too much when he saw Mark Zhi's action. He gently let go of the hand holding Mark's arm.
Mark Zhi put away the knife, turned around and glanced at Gu Xiaotian and others bitterly, then turned back to his table to eat and drink.
Mark Zhi, who was on the table, was just about to pick up the wine glass to drink, but found that his hand holding the wine glass was a little unstable, and the wine glass fell to the ground with a clang.
Although the noise was not loud, there were not many people in the store, which naturally attracted the attention of Gu Xiaotian and others.
Mark Zhi was also confused and slowly picked up the wine glass. For some reason, his arm was a little sore from the waiter's grip just now.
The junior brother who was traveling with him also saw this and asked cautiously: "Senior Brother Ma, what happened?"
Markzhi shook his head helplessly. Even he didn't know what happened and how to tell others.
Wen Moyin, who was across the table, chuckled. She understood that Mark was being tricked by someone else.
Now it seems that Wen Moyin's guess is correct at all. This waiter is not an ordinary waiter at all. To put it harshly, the waiter in this shop is still a smiling tiger who is greedy for money and smiles on the surface but can eat people in private.
When Gu Xiaotian saw Wen Moyin smiling, he didn't know what was going on. He silently gave Wen Moyin a piece of beef with chopsticks and asked carefully: "Senior Sister Wen, what are you laughing at?"
Wen Moyin was eating the beef from Gu Xiaotian, but she said something tactless: "Xiaotian, your beef with chopsticks is the most delicious beef I have ever eaten in my life."
Gu Xiaotian's head is covered with black lines. Should we say that Wen Moyin is stupid, or that Wen Moyin is perfunctory with her.
But in Gu Xiaotian's heart, Wen Moyin was definitely not stupid, she must be pretending to be confused.
In Gu Xiaotian's heart, there is only one fool.
That is Duan Peng, who can only read books.
Shang Ziqing also felt a little jealous. He flicked his chopsticks and stopped eating, using the excuse of going out for a walk.
Wen Moyin reminded from behind: "Don't go too far. If you meet some casual cultivators who also go to Oju Haishan, it will be too late to save you."
Shang Ziqing tried hard to suppress his anger. He didn't know why he got angry when he saw Wen Moyin now.
It's like a child's toy was snatched away by a child from another family, and the feud between the two has been forged ever since.
Gu Xiaotian continued to be attentive and asked Wen Moyin why he was laughing just now.
Wen Moyin didn't answer until he was annoyed by Gu Xiaotian's questions, so he wiped his mouth and asked, "Do you really want to know?"
Gu Xiaotian nodded his head pecking at the rice.
He is a very curious baby now.
Wen Moyin slowly spread his hands and shouted: "Xiaoer!"
The waiter ran out of the back room with a naive smile, "Sir, what else do you need?"
Wen Moyin tilted his head and said to the waiter: "Hit this kid."
The waiter still smiled innocently, but a hint of panic could be seen on his face. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Gu Xiaotian, and his eyes suddenly widened a bit.
Wen Moyin also noticed that the waiter's eyes suddenly widened, and he chuckled, "I'm talking to you, please hit this kid, otherwise I will be annoyed to death."
But the waiter rubbed his hands and said, "Dear guests, you are the pride of all sects. If you ask me to beat you, isn't this a loss of my life? I want to live a few more years, waiter."
This time it was Gu Xiaotian's turn to wonder why Wen Moyin suddenly asked the waiter to hit him for no reason. Although he already knew that the waiter's strength was indeed stronger than ordinary people, he was still an ordinary person with a little bit more strength.
You must know that the people here are elite disciples carefully selected from various sects. If you throw any of them on the street, they will receive special treatment.
Let alone beating them, even if you can have some relationship with them, it's all a blessing to the ancestors.
Wen Moyin dug into his pocket, took out a few taels of silver and slapped it on the table, "After beating him, these silvers will be yours. Do you want to beat him?"
Sure enough, when the waiter saw the money that Wen Moyin slapped on the table, his eyes shone, and after swallowing his saliva, the waiter said angrily: "Then if I hurt this little brother, the medical expenses and subsequent troubles will be What do you think?"
Obviously, money can make all the difference, but the waiter in the shop is quite smart and knows that a slap in the face is a small thing, but if he is investigated in the future, it will be a big deal.
What's more, the waiter in the shop had already seen that Gu Xiaotian was born with a domineering body, so his eyes widened a bit.
I had heard about this legendary physique, but now that I saw it with my own eyes, I was naturally a little surprised.
But Wen Moyin hugged her chest and said nonchalantly: "You can't hurt him. If you really hurt him, we will pay for the medical expenses ourselves and bear the consequences ourselves. Do you have any concerns?"
The waiter shook his head violently, quickly put the money into his pocket, turned to look at Gu Xiaotian, "Brother, I'm sorry."
Gu Xiaotian naturally didn't care. Could a stronger ordinary person really hurt himself?
Unexpectedly, the waiter in the shop said something shocking, "Little brother, I advise you to protect your heart with all your energy."
After saying that, the waiter gently slapped Gu Xiaotian on the chest. To outsiders, this palm did not have any power, and was even a little soft.
But only Wen Moyin and Gu Xiaotian knew how powerful this palm was.
Although Gu Xiaotian was puzzled as to why the waiter said that, he still kept it in his heart with his true energy. After all, from the moment the waiter finished speaking to the time when he took out the palm, Gu Xiaotian had no response, so he had to obey.
Gu Xiaotian, who had been slapped, was still standing upright, but suddenly bent down and shrank into a shrimp shape, then he clutched his chest in pain.
After the waiter slapped him, he left as if nothing happened, leaving Gu Xiaotian alone, still curled up on the ground and gasping for air.
Gu Xiaotian, who was lying on the ground at this time, was already cursing in his heart.
But there was nothing he could do.
This is the way to marry Wen Mo!
There is no point in blaming others. In the final analysis, it is still his own fault.
From now on, I will never be a curious baby again!
Gu Xiaotian, who was curled up on the ground, was like a mute eating Coptis chinensis, unable to express his suffering.
