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The night was deep and cold.

A carriage stopped in front of an unnamed inn, and two men and three women got out. The young man in the lead carried a sword box on his back and pushed open the inn door.

The cold wind howled in, attracting the attention of many customers in the inn.

"Waiter, bring a jar of strong liquor, plus five of your signature dishes."

The young man's eyes swept around, then settled down.

"Okay, please wait a moment, guests."

The inn waiter enthusiastically brought a jar of strong liquor and poured a bowl for each of the men and women, then hurried into the kitchen.

Several customers at the next table turned to look, their temperament refined and their expressions amiable, and asked, "Where are you from?"

"A distant place, inconvenient to disclose." The young man picked up the bowl and drank the strong liquor in one gulp, dispelling the chill in his body.

"Wow, young friend, you really have a good capacity for alcohol. Come, come, let us toast you."

"Looking at your slender figure, young friend, I thought you were a scholar like us, but I didn't expect you to drink so boldly. My name is Zhang San, and I would like to make friends with you all."

Several refined men, holding bowls, got up and walked over.

The young man smiled faintly, and at the moment when he lightly touched bowls with them, a dagger suddenly slid out of the sleeves of several refined men, stabbing straight at the young man's waist and abdomen!

A strong killing intent locked on, and a crimson aura of blood energy burst out.

However, at the moment they drew their daggers, the bowl in the young man's hand suddenly shattered, and countless fragments were flung out of his hand.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

The fragments accurately pierced the vital parts of several refined men, killing them on the spot!

At the same time, the sharp sound of weapons being drawn came from the inn, and the light of knives and swords rained down.

A man and a woman traveling with the young man suddenly burst up, grabbed the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and shot them out like meteors.

The inn was plunged into chaos for a time, the battle broke out quickly, but it ended quickly as well.

Only to see two cold, sharp swords flying out of the young man's sword box, nimbly shuttling through the narrow space like electric snakes, the blade easily slicing off one head after another, throwing them away with crimson streaks of blood.

With a series of muffled sounds, the battle easily ended!

A thick smell of blood permeated the air, only the young man's table of people remained, the surrounding customers all collapsed, their lives extinguished.

The waiter heard the noise and rushed out, but was immediately frightened and his legs went weak when he saw the scene in front of him, and he sat down on the ground.

"Hehe, don't panic, waiter, these people are bounty hunters, here to take our lives. The travel expenses on their bodies are all yours, and it will also be considered as our consumption money tonight," Zong Hong stepped forward to help the waiter up, and explained with a smile.

"Re... Really? Thank you, guests, I won't accept the money, you can take it away, and tonight's consumption is free." The waiter trembled, not daring to go up to collect the money at all.

"Here, take it." Hong Lin scolded softly, "By the way, dispose of these corpses, this is your labor fee."

"Yes! Yes! I'll go and do it now."

The waiter nodded palely, and then busied himself with the work of touching the corpses and burying them.

The others were all in separate rooms, Chen Changsheng was unwilling to share a bed with a man.

… …

Night, silent and still, the bright moonlight sprinkled lightly on the window.

Chen Changsheng sat cross-legged on the bed, with blood-red lightning flickering in his palm, without making a sound, silently.

Both the physical body and cultivation can be improved a little every day, but spells, swordsmanship, body techniques, alchemy, etc., still need to be practiced on their own.

Not being able to quickly achieve success by cheating is a bit disappointing.

But on second thought, if everything could be obtained by adding points, the daily life of cultivating immortality would seem to be extraordinarily boring.

After all, the years are endless, and there will always be a day when you get tired of enjoying yourself every day, and you always need something to do to pass the time.

Chen Changsheng breathed steadily, and unconsciously a feeling of drowsiness swept over him, wanting to fall asleep.

Suddenly, the true energy in his body vibrated abnormally, and the drowsiness that had just surged up disappeared in an instant.

He slowly opened his eyes and sighed, "My experience in the pugilistic world is still not enough, I was almost deceived."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Changsheng's figure suddenly blurred and became illusory, and the next moment he entered Madam Wang's room from the window.

Only to see the gentle and charming Wang Jiayun lying quietly on the bed, even covered by the red quilt, it could still highlight her exquisite figure.

The room was filled with a strange fragrance, making people dizzy.

And a figure was standing in front of Wang Jiayun's bed, with a lewd smile on his face, his eyes blurred and crazy.

The inn waiter!

No, with his bewitching methods and infiltration skills, he doesn't seem like an ordinary waiter, but more like a habitual womanizer.

The fragrance permeating the air not only makes people unconscious, but also has a trace of licentious poison, even a martial artist with blood energy will be unconscious when they smell this fragrance.

It's just that this flower thief is ultimately a mortal, unaware of Chen Changsheng behind him.

With a click, the waiter's neck was snapped on the spot, and the corpse was thrown out of the window.

"A little trick, but unfortunately not brainy enough."

Chen Changsheng shook his head and smiled, speechless at the waiter's stupidity.

If someone else saw Chen Changsheng killing everyone in the inn, no matter what he did before, at least today he would definitely keep a low profile.

This waiter is good, he actually took the risk, thinking that a bewitching incense could knock everyone down.

This kind of idiot must have tasted the sweetness, so he would be so bold.

Of course, the waiter dared to do this, in fact, he had strong confidence in the bewitching incense, who knew he would encounter a cultivator.

Chen Changsheng walked to the bed and found that the poison had already begun to take effect, Wang Jiayun's graceful figure was gently moving in the quilt, and her breathing became heavy and rapid.

Chen Changsheng gently held Madam Wang's slender hand, and a burst of true energy entered her body, slowly dissipating the poison.

Wang Jiayun seemed to sense something, slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw Chen Changsheng sitting by the bed, she suddenly smiled: "Young Master Chen..."

Chen Changsheng was about to explain.

But he was hugged by a pair of slender hands, and then a familiar fragrance hit, and moist, soft lips were printed on.

Although there is still residual poison, it is not enough to be unable to maintain sanity, right?

Chen Changsheng understood that Madam Wang was using the poison to embolden herself, wanting to find an outlet for the repression of this period of time.

Facing the initiative of a beauty, Chen Changsheng would certainly not refuse...