Hey, you are reborn too?

Xie Yongwei swallowed her saliva again and asked tentatively: "Brother Wumeng is also very good. There is no best, only better. Brother Wumeng, you say, right?"

Brother Wu Meng turned his head away and ignored her.

Xie Yongwei tugged at his sleeves again, her voice apologetic: "Brother Wumeng, it was Awei who spoke out of turn just now. What did Awei do to upset you? Tell me and Awei will change, okay?"

Venerable Longyin listened to the gentle voice behind him, and felt that the arm that was grabbed by that hand seemed to be frozen, and he dared not move at all.

If his face was not covering it, anyone could see that Venerable Long Yin's face was burning red.

"It's okay." He said lightly.

However, Xie Yongwei keenly discovered that a streak of rosy red was climbing up along the earlobe of Venerable Long Yin, all the way to the tip of his ear.

The red was like blood that had darkened, looking dim yet inexplicably bright.

Xie Yongwei couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, it seemed that Venerable Long Yin was shy.

"What is Brother Wu Meng looking at?" Xie Yongwei deliberately moved closer, and sure enough, the red on Reverend Long Yin's ear was more obvious. "Can you tell A Wei about it?"

Reverend Longyin suddenly turned around and looked at her.

Xie Yongwei did not show any emotion such as fear. Instead, she met the gaze of Lord Longyin with a smile.

At this moment, Xie Yongwei finally felt something strange.

Although she had always suspected that Venerable Longyin used his mask to cover his appearance, it was only a suspicion and guess. Now it seemed that it was almost confirmed.

The ears of the person in front of him were so red that blood seemed to be dripping from them, but his expression remained unchanged.

It is true that he is pale and handsome, but it is also true that he does not have a trace of blush.

Xie Yongwei's smile deepened. It seemed that Lord Longyin had quite a few little secrets on his face.

"Brother Wu Meng, why are you looking at me?" Xie Yongwei blinked her almond-shaped eyes, looking smart and innocent. "I just asked you what you were doing, but brother didn't answer me yet."

Venerable Longyin narrowed his eyes slightly.

He moved closer to Xie Yongwei and whispered in her ear, "This is something that adults should be concerned about. As for you, just drink your tea."

Xie Yongwei's eyes became numb and an inexplicable sourness surged in her chest.

Venerable Longyin now found a plausible excuse to fool her.

"It's okay," Xie Yongwei forced a smile, but her voice was a little gritted, "Brother Wumeng, please tell me, maybe Awei can understand."

"Avi, that's not what I meant."

Reverend Longyin blinked his eyes, but his tone became serious: "Have you finished your tea? If you have, we can leave first."

Xie Yongwei felt something was wrong in his voice and saw that he looked extremely serious, and her heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that something is going to happen in this small Tingfeng Teahouse?

Otherwise, why was Venerable Longyin in such a hurry to leave?

A layer of sweat appeared on her back, and Xie Yongwei subconsciously turned her head to take a look at the two tables of people from Beili.

Among the group of people, although the leader was staring at the storyteller, Xie Yongwei inexplicably felt that he was observing the entire teahouse.

However, Xie Yongwei also noticed one thing, that his eyes seemed to glance towards her unconsciously.

Xie Yongwei clenched the handkerchief in his hand. The person he was looking at was not himself, but the one beside him, Venerable Long Yin.

She was sitting close to Reverend Long Yin, and that person rarely glanced at them, so Xie Yongwei's judgment based on the few times she saw would have some errors.

But Xie Yongwei's intuition told her that the man was not looking at her at all when he glanced here. Instead, he came here for Venerable Longyin.

Xie Yongwei's breath was caught in her throat, and she thought of Lord Longyin's eyes, which were lighter in color than those of ordinary people.

A bold idea took shape in her mind, and Xie Yongwei almost couldn't breathe.

Light-colored eyes, Beili, the Holy Son...

Add to that the unintentional or intentional spying from the big shot from Beili.

Xie Yongwei was suddenly shocked. Venerable Longyin also said that he was from Beili. How could he be the Holy Son of Beili?

When he looked up again and saw the big shot from Beili, he discovered that he was no longer looking at Reverend Longyin, but was looking towards the entrance of the teahouse.

The group of people at the door were sitting quite relaxed just now, but now they seem to be in a tense situation.

Xie Yongwei already felt that the atmosphere in the small Tingfeng Teahouse had collapsed into a drum, and the drumhead was extremely thin and could be cracked at any time.

The two tables of Beili people and the gangsters at the entrance of the teahouse seemed to be confronting each other, and neither of them moved first.

Instead, they would take a sip of tea from time to time, look at the storyteller, and inadvertently make eye contact with each other.

Xie Yongwei felt like all the hairs on her body were standing on end.

It seemed that other people in the teahouse were also aware of this strange atmosphere.

At this moment, except for the storyteller's still passionate voice, everyone else in the teahouse stopped talking unconsciously.

Their eyes showed vigilance, and they began to silently feel for weapons in their hands. Their eyes also wandered over the two tables of Beili people and the tables of martial arts people at the door.

While the storyteller was taking a breath, Tingfeng Teahouse became extremely quiet for a while.

Xie Yongwei was in the teahouse, right between the two forces.

At this moment, not only was her back sweaty, but even her neck and forehead were covered with a layer of sticky sweat.

She felt like she was being squeezed, squeezed, and squeezed again by two walls that kept approaching. Her breathing was inexplicably suppressed, and she felt a suffocating feeling in her chest.

Something is wrong. Something is really wrong.

Xie Yongwei slowly looked at her brother beside her and found that Xie Yongxuan also had a secretive, calm and composed look on her face.

It turns out that even my brother feels something is wrong?

Xie Yongwei exchanged glances with him.

Xie Yongxuan blinked, with an inexplicable warning in her eyes.

Xie Yongwei clenched her fingers. Does her brother mean that she should not move?

Unable to find the answer for a moment, Xie Yongwei decided to turn around and look at Venerable Longyin.

Venerable Longyin narrowed his eyes at her and shook his head slightly, so lightly that it was almost invisible.

Although there was a hint of caution on Lord Longyin's face, he was mostly relaxed.

Xie Yongwei felt a little relieved when she saw his slightly raised lips.

The storytelling voices rang out again, filling the silent emptiness of the teahouse.

The other people in the teahouse seemed to be awakened by the storytelling and started chatting quietly.

That strange feeling of oppression still lingered, hanging over everyone in the teahouse and casting a gloom over this bright afternoon teahouse.

While everyone was talking, Xie Yongwei heard her brother say to the Dragon Yin Master: "Leave, or stay?"

Venerable Longyin extended his index finger and dipped it in the remaining tea.

Xie Yongwei gently rolled her eyes towards that direction, and under those pale and powerful fingertips, the word "stay" slowly took shape.

Xie Yongxuan's face showed obvious anxiety.

Venerable Longyin blinked at him twice, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, as if to comfort him.

Xie Yongwei listened to the storyteller with one ear and paid attention to other movements in the teahouse with the other ear.

Finally, the storyteller said, "To know what will happen next, please wait for the next chapter."

Xie Yongwei's pupils shrank, and the two groups of people moved!