After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

It drizzled all morning, and the sky was grey and windy.

The cold air as winter approaches blows across the skin, bringing a sharp pain, and the grass leaves are wilted by frost and cannot lift their heads.

This place is desolate and remote, with withered grass, making the inn ahead with the aroma of wine and meat seem even more rare and precious.

The horse's hooves trampled through the grass. A passerby wearing a felt hat tied his horse to the side, rubbed his hands with the hot air, and pushed the door to enter the inn. Immediately, the waiter greeted him warmly: "What would you like to order, sir?"

"A pot of hot wine, three steamed buns, a dish of vegetables and a plate of beef."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

The waiter threw the towel over his shoulders and ran into the kitchen, where he was busy.

The inn was warm and filled with people of all kinds whose origins were unknown.

There are fugitives with ferocious faces, chivalrous knights drinking alone in a bamboo hat, merchants coming and going, and local tyrants in the area.

It's a mixed bag, it's a huge mess.

"This Chi Zhao Emperor is such a coward. Qing Xuan has already taken half of it. Shouldn't he swallow the other half in one go? Why is he withdrawing his troops? What a coward."

There was a hideous scar from the brow bone to the end of the eye. The big man took a gulp of hot wine and spat viciously.

"Hey, Brother Liu, you can't think that way. Even the weakest animals will launch a fatal counterattack when forced into a desperate situation. Besides, the Chi Zhao army is exhausted and needs to rest. We should stop while we are ahead. If we don't retreat now, the gains will outweigh the losses."

A thin, elegant man attentively filled the big man's glass with wine.

The big man was from Chizhao. He was upset and waved his hands irritably: "Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Eat as much as you want today. I'll treat you."

The younger brother sitting at the same table couldn't help but raise his glass and said, "Thank you, Brother Liu."

I don't know where this miser made his fortune, but he has been very generous lately and even treats people to dinner.

There was a lot of noise and feasting in the house, and the cold air that came in through the door was instantly melted away by the warmth.

It was freezing cold outside. The black boots stepped silently on the grass, but the frost on the grass leaves at his feet flew away strangely, as if they were shaken away by some terrifying force.

The well-tailored pure black suit highlights the young man's tall and slender figure, and his smooth long hair is tied into a neat high ponytail at the back of his head.

He had a fair and handsome face, with a sword hanging from his waist. He looked sleepy and lazily pushed open the door of the inn.

"Bang-"

The two doors were wide open, the cold wind howled into the house, and the slanting cold rain wet the floor one after another.

Because of this sudden change, everyone in the room turned their heads and looked at the newcomer with displeasure.

"Why don't you close the door, little brat? The heat in the room is gone!"

"Hey, you're looking for trouble. I think you're looking for a fight!"

The young man turned a deaf ear to the threats and complaints in the room. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were half-open. He stood in the wind, tapping the hilt of the sword at his waist with his index finger impatiently:

"Make way, I'm going to chop someone down."

No matter whether they were vicious fugitives or hunted gangsters, at this moment they all narrowed their eyes dangerously and reached out to touch their weapons. If the opponent made any small movement, they would kill without hesitation.

"Oh, it's nothing to do with anyone else. I'll just chop him."

A voice slower than that of an ordinary person sounded slowly, and the young man walked leisurely to a table under the wary and hostile gazes of the crowd.

He stepped on the bench, drew out the sword from his waist and inserted it into the table. He looked at the big man called Brother Liu. The young man, that is, lazy, posed for a portrait: "Have you seen this person?"

The old man in the painting has a kind face, a gentle smile and is holding a whisk. It is none other than Mr. Li.

The big man's eyes flashed with anger, and his younger brothers, who were smart enough, immediately picked up their weapons and attacked him.

"Who do you think you are to dare to follow me like that..."

Before he could finish his words, his eyes widened in horror. There was a poison dart stuck in his throat. No one could see how the young man did it. He fell to the ground with no vital signs.

"Ahhhh-"

The waiter screamed in panic, held his head and squatted down, his body shaking like a sieve, and he cowered under the table, not daring to make another sound.

The house was filled with undercurrents, and people from all walks of life carefully moved towards the door, preparing to escape.

As they attacked, they realized that the man was very strong and they were no match for him.

Looking at the stunned big man, he tapped the table lazily and irritably: "Don't waste my time."

The big man came to his senses and jumped up, swung the big knife leaning against the table leg and chopped at him. Lazy made a "tsk" sound and kicked him in the back. The big man, who was in pain from the dislocated bones, fell to the ground in a cold sweat.

The sword stuck on the table was pulled out lazily, and then stabbed into the big man's head threateningly, urging: "Speak."

"Hero, please spare me, hero, please spare me! I recognize him! I saw this man a month ago. He was at the foot of the cliff, carrying a bag, and covered in blood..."

The foot on his back increased its strength, and he said lazily, "Continue."

"I...I saw that he had no power to resist, so I snatched his bag. I didn't kill him, and he ran away ah ah ah——"

"What's in the bag?"

“Sold… sold…”