Lan Ying was amused by Chang Xiyuan's appearance.
She stretched out her hand and patted his shoulder in annoyance and said: "That's pretty much it.
Xiyuan, as a senior teacher of Shangli College, you should play a useful role model for the students.
You can never do things like this time where you look down on others."
"Okay, okay, what you taught me is that I will definitely pay attention to it in the future, okay?"
Chang Xiyuan nodded in agreement with an excellent attitude, determined not to give Lan Ying a chance to talk to him again.
The two of them went back and forth and without paying attention, they arrived at the door of Hongxing Inn.
The door was ajar at this time, and the autumn wind was blowing, which made Lan Ying feel that the business here was not very good.
In fact, no matter how good the business of this inn is during the day, it is impossible for the entrance to be too busy at night.
However, almost everyone present had the same idea as Lan Ying and stepped into the door of this inn one after another.
Different from the deserted scene outside the door, the interior of the inn was brightly lit at this time.
There was a large round table in the hall on the first floor.
The table was filled with all kinds of fish and meat.
It was extremely rich, but only five people were seated.
This scene seemed a bit inconsistent.
In fact, according to normal people's appetite, there will obviously be leftovers from this table.
Of course, if there are big eaters like Gu Yilin and Baozi among the people here, the portions on the table alone may not be enough to fill their stomachs.
After rushing all the way, Gu Yilin was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.
The barbecue he had eaten in the Qihuang Mountains in the afternoon had long been completely digested.
The aroma of the food floated into his nose, and Gu Yilin couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Ah, it smells so good.
I'm going to eat ten bowls of it first."
The gloomy laughter of "Sneaking rice bucket" sounded at an inappropriate time, and the owner of the voice came from someone at the dinner table.
Mu Chuyue was also attracted by his words.
I saw that this man had a dignified appearance, but he had a arrogant look on his face.
The corners of his mouth were raised in a rather mocking arc, and the ends of his raised eyes looked slightly aggressive.
But when Mu Chuyue saw the alchemist's black robe on this man, she understood his behavior.
No wonder Mu Chuyue looked at her "fellow sect" with colored glasses.
In fact, most of the alchemists today have been accustomed to looking down at others with their chins down.
What the man in front of me did was too common.
The alchemist's words were heard by Chang Xiyuan, and he immediately snorted: "Humph, I'm afraid there are people here who have dirty mouths, and you can belittle my students."
The instigator did not immediately retaliate, but the four tall men sitting around him stood up fiercely.
"You dare to be disrespectful to our alchemist.
Do you know that the person here is a junior alchemist?
Such a noble person is not something you people can offend casually."
One of the men immediately threw out this long string of words.
Obviously, with how skillfully he turned his lips, it was not just the first time he said the same thing in front of others.
Idiots tend to gather together, and the burly man's companions don't take Gu Yilin's group seriously either.
They say cruel things in a consistent manner, as if they are used to being arrogant.
"The one who spoke just now, come quickly and kowtow to our master alchemist to admit his mistake." xx4911131: