Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

Tiezhu in Ren Yi's sleeve smelled the tea and was about to come out to take a sip when a mouthful of water sprayed down on him.

Tiezhu could only roll back into Random's sleeve and take out a handkerchief to wipe it.

After finally wiping it dry, as soon as he stuck his head out, he sprayed out another mouthful of water.

The wet iron pillar: (?_?)

Life is not easy for a stone, and the iron pillar sighs.

Tiezhu silently crawled back into his sleeve and played dead.

The waiter became more and more unhappy when he saw the water spraying randomly.

"It's a blessing for those monks to serve our Saint! You outsiders know nothing!"

Shu Yuan glanced at him indifferently.

The waiter was pressured by the momentum in his eyes and subconsciously took a step back, but still stiffened his neck and continued:

"If you want to live in peace in our Silver Snow City, you must not be rude to the Saint!"

Shu Yuan raised his eyebrows with interest. He didn't expect that an ordinary demon with no cultivation would actually confront them for the sake of the saint.

However, since Ye Dun was able to easily take the Demon-Suppressing Stone from Youhuang Palace, I think the title of Saint is not worthy of her.

After solving these problems, he can go to Youhuang Palace to meet the Saint.

The position of the devil king belongs to the capable one.

There were three witches sitting at the tea table next to them. They had already noticed the movement here.

Hearing what the waiter said, he slammed the table.

"What's wrong with a saint wanting a few men? You men are allowed to have three wives and four concubines, but we women are not allowed to have men left and right?"

The witch swung the whip in her hand and said, "In my opinion, the Saint is our role model!"

"Yes, a role model for our generation!"

The waiter immediately ran over with a diligent look on his face to wipe the table for those witches.

Ye Jian spat out a mouthful of tea and muttered quietly:

As expected, what kind of general you are, what kind of soldiers you lead.

Not only is the saint wild, but her supporters are also very wild.

Ren Yi lowered her head to drink tea to calm her nerves. She saw Shu Yuan's eyes still on her from the corner of her eyes. She smiled softly, "The prince has also heard about the Saint?"

Shu Yuan raised a faint smile at the corner of his lips and said lightly:

“I’m not interested in other people’s business.”

Ye Jian turned around and looked at Ren Yi's table. "Miss Yue, we have been traveling together for such a long time, but I still don't know where you are from or where you live?"

Shu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and waited quietly for any answer.

He casually put down his teacup, smiling wryly, "I don't like other people being interested in my affairs."

With a loud bang, a huge hammer smashed into the center of Ren Yi and Shu Yuan's table.

The moment the table broke into pieces, Shu Yuan's eyes darkened, and a magical power instantly enveloped Ren Yi.

The next moment, the table broke into three pieces and scattered under Ren Yi's feet.

Only the small piece of table in front of her where the teacup was placed was still standing.

Shu Yuan frowned unhappily and looked at the person who came.

The person who came was a tall and burly man with magical power surging around him, and there were several old men in white robes standing behind him.

"Zuo Yiluo Shuyuan! I've been looking for you everywhere but couldn't find you. I didn't expect to find you in Silver Snow City! Prepare to die!"

This time, the sledgehammer hit Shu Yuan directly on the head.

Shu Yuan sat in the chair, as if he didn't see the man.

The three Ye siblings immediately rushed forward and stopped the man with the hammer.

The old men in white robes formed a special formation and attacked Shu Yuan by making hand gestures.

Shu Yuan glanced at Ren Yi who was trying hard to prevent the tea from spilling, then jumped up and landed on an open space on the street in the distance.

The old man in white robe chased closely.

Just pick up your teacup and move to the long table next to you, sipping tea while watching them fight.

It seems that Shu Yuan has quite a few enemies. When he walks down the street, people will jump out and want to kill him.

Just then, three men walked over to her table and sat down.

When Ren Yi saw them, she raised her eyebrows slightly and communicated with Alan Wangsu who was sitting in front of her through her consciousness.

【Why are you here? 】

Alan Wangsu was wearing a jade-colored robe with ink-colored bamboo standing on it, which made him look even more elegant.

Alan Wangsu smiled at her:

[Shu Yuan is suspicious by nature. If anything goes wrong, please evacuate immediately. Your safety is the most important thing.]

[Everything has been arranged, nothing will go wrong.] She looked at Baichuan Menghu and Kuang Jian who were sitting on both sides of her, [Where is Chu Yang?]

[There are too many places on Feiyu Mountain that are suitable for smelting magic tools. Fei Jiujiu is leading Chu Yang to quickly sweep the entire mountain to avoid any mistakes.]

Except for the Dragon Soul Bamboo, the prince has obtained all the materials for refining the Soul-Searching Cauldron.

He came to Feiyu Mountain this time to refine magical weapons.

They had to get the stuff before Shu Yuan smelted all the materials.

When Ren Yi stood up and prepared to walk back to their table, Alan Wangsu grabbed her.

He placed a short bottle into any palm.

A gentle voice sounded in Random's mind.

[Saint, this is a facial cream, you can apply it on your lips.]

I raised my hand and wiped it casually, only to find that the corners of my lips were a little dry and chapped.

Shu Yuan and his companions were in a hurry to travel along the way, and her frail little body began to protest again.

Ren Yi took the small bottle and was about to say thank you when a bony hand got there first and pressed on the small bottle.

Ren Yi raised an eyebrow. This guy moved so quickly. Has he finished everything?

Looking back, I saw the man with the hammer and the elders in white robes lying on the ground in a mess.

Private fighting is prohibited in Yinxue City, so the guards quickly surrounded them, and Ye Dun and his men negotiated with the guards.

Shu Yuan pinched the vial between his index finger and thumb and shook it gently.

"Do you know them?"

Ren Yi shook his head, "I don't know him, we just shared the table together."

Alan Wangsu met Shu Yuan's inquiring gaze and saluted with his right hand on his chest: "Prince Shu Yuan."

He smiled calmly: "I didn't know this girl was traveling with the prince. I just sat at the same table with her and saw that she looked haggard, so I gave her a small amount of ointment as a gift."

Shu Yuan held the bottle in his hand without saying anything, but the hostility in his eyes slowly rose.

Ren Yi grabbed the bottle of facial cream and said with a smile, "You are all demons, but are you friends?"

Shu Yuan chuckled: "Friends?"

Upon hearing this, Alan Wangsu's eyelashes half-dropped, leaving a faint shadow, and he said faintly:

"Unless the devil comes back, we can never be friends."

He bowed again to Prince Shu Yuan, then turned around and left with Baichuan Menghu and Kuang Jian.

Shu Yuan stared at Alan Wangsu's back with his deep and dark eyes, and suddenly turned his head slowly to look at Ren Yi who was applying facial cream.

The somewhat dry red lips are moisturized by a layer of clear cream, leaving only moisture without any greasiness.

Her red lips were curled up, revealing a bit of white teeth.

Ren Yi noticed his gaze, "What's wrong?"

Shu Yuan: "The man just now is the next heir of the Mo Xiuluo family, Mo Xiuluo Alan Wangsu."

Random shrugged, "So?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the small bottle in her hand:

"The favor of the Mo Xiuluo family is not so easy to accept."

After saying that, he walked straight forward.

Ye Jian and the others came over and explained to Ren Yi: "Miss Yue, Alan Wangsu is the Saint's confidant, and he is not the same as us."

Ren Yi raised an eyebrow, "Oh, why? Do you have a grudge against the Saint?"

"It's not that we have a grudge against each other, but my master is also the legitimate successor of the demon clan. He and the Saint are bound to be on opposite sides."

"Besides, our Lord took the Demon-Suppressing Stone as a test, but I didn't expect that the Saint herself didn't come, but Alan Wangsu came instead."

"How cowardly."

Ren Yi smiled and said, "I will come."