Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

Fearing that people would find out, Yang Ji chose a remote cave on purpose. He didn't expect that Hua Zhirong, a low-level monk with a perfect foundation, had a tracking magic weapon that Nascent Soul monks would be jealous of, so he was found. It was difficult for the brothers and sisters to find a county with a bigger inn.

"Let's just go here." Jia Siyuan is also a monk in the Foundation Establishment period, and he can see farther than ordinary people. He looked around, and it seemed that there was no better choice than this small county.

Hua Zhirong frowned and looked at the dilapidated county town below, but still nodded.

Cultivators possess abilities thousands of times stronger than mortals. Even a monk in the Qi-refinement period, if he wants to kill a mortal, it is as easy as killing an ant. Therefore, the cultivation world has always been forbidden to attack mortals for no reason. According to the rules, when you arrive at the county town of ordinary people, you also need to walk into the city, just like ordinary people, otherwise you will be chased and killed by people sent by various sects.

The two flew out of the city first, lowered their swords, and entered the city on foot.

There are rules to restrain monks from killing innocent people indiscriminately, but they cannot stop mortals from worshiping monks. The difference between mortals and monks is huge, and they can be distinguished at a glance. Therefore, Jia Siyuan, Hua Zhirong, and Wen Jingshu immediately entered the city. It has attracted the attention of all walks of life.

Both Jia Siyuan and Hua Zhirong were used to such gazes, Hua Zhirong was afraid that Wen Jingshu would be so weak, what would happen if he was squeezed away by the crowd, so he held his hand, and looked at Wen Jingshu's reaction after holding his hand, Wen Jingshu smiled warmly at him, looking so sweet, Hua Zhirong turned her head silently, and touched her chest with the other hand.

When they arrived at the inn, Hua Zhirong looked around the inn, it was greasy everywhere, and the stairs were old and worn out, as if they would fall down at any moment, it is said that this is the best one in the county.

"Master Immortal, our place doesn't look very good. The guest room is still clean and tidy. If you are still not satisfied, I will ask someone to clean it up." This small county is also a place where there are no good seedlings for cultivating immortals all year round. We can only wait for the annual apprenticeship meeting of various sects, and there are no great sects, they are all small sects that are not popular.

Like Jia Siyuan and Hua Zhirong, who seem to be very powerful, this is the first time anyone here has seen them. The owner of the inn has come in person, timidly rubbing his hands, for fear that these two immortal masters will be so powerful. What is not satisfactory.

Although there are regulations in the cultivation world that monks are not allowed to kill mortals indiscriminately, but if you really kill them, just be careful and conceal them so that no one can catch them, and you will be fine. After all, monks regard mortals as ants and just crush an ant to death. .

Hua Zhirong stared at the boss for a while, as if to make sure whether he was telling the truth. Beads of sweat gradually oozed from the boss's forehead, and finally Hua Zhirong looked away and nodded.

The boss heaved a sigh of relief, and arranged four of the best guest rooms for them. When Hua Zhirong heard that there were four rooms, he stared at the boss again. The boss was confused and didn't know where he touched the fairy teacher minefield.

Jia Siyuan mentioned Yang Ji and said: "You see, this person obviously needs my attention, how can he open four rooms?"

"I was confused, that's Sanjian." The boss felt that there was no problem, and turned his head to see that Hua Zhirong was still staring at him, with an inexplicable coldness in his eyes.

Boss: ...Boss, tell me if you are not satisfied, can I kneel down?

Wen Jingshu shook Hua Zhirong suddenly: "Zhi Rong, I want to sleep in a room with you." As he said that, he secretly glanced at Yang Ji and acted scared.

Hua Zhirong instantly calmed down, he withdrew his piercing gaze, patted Wen Jingshu on the head, and said: "You're still like a child, forget it, it's going to be your master anyway, let's make room You." Wen Jingshu was patted on the head twice a day, pursed his lips, and endured it.

"Then two rooms." Hua Zhirong said casually to the boss.

The boss looked at Wen Jingshu with red lips and white teeth, and then at Hua Zhirong with red lips and white teeth, and imagined that this fairy teacher with red lips and white teeth was stuffed with sauce on the young man with red lips and white teeth...

"Hey." The boss knocked himself on the head, and he wanted to go wrong. Everyone said that he was the master. How could the immortal master do such a nasty thing.

Hua Zhirong looked at this boss who had a bad brain and self-harm, no wonder his brain was not good.

Jia Siyuan, the only one who understood what the boss was thinking, nodded, right? He also found it hard to imagine.

The boss is really not lying. The environment in the guest room is indeed much better than the outside. At least it is clean, without oil stains, and the quilts are all new. I am afraid that some people will think that this is used by ordinary people, so they have changed it specially. When the new quilt came up, Hua Zhirong felt much better after seeing it.

The general currency used by monks is worth a lot of money in the mortal world, so monks are rich compared to ordinary people, and people like Hua Zhirong are even richer. He gave a few spirit coins as a tip, and the boy took it My hands were trembling when I was young. Here, one spirit coin is enough for a family of four to live a prosperous year. Hua Zhirong's move is ten spirit coins. No wonder everyone is afraid and awe of the immortal master, but still To rush to receive.

The boy went down shaking his legs, Wen Jingshu blinked to look at the boy's back and then at Hua Zhirong, Hua Zhirong saw him like this, came up and patted his head again.

Wen Jingshu: ...

Wen Jingshu's stomach suddenly growled, he looked down at his stomach, Hua Zhirong was taken aback, he had been fasting for a long time, and his appetite was not very heavy, so he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he forgot that people are still It's time to eat.

"Why don't you tell me you're hungry?" Hua Zhirong looked at him dissatisfied, "Will I be short of your meal money?"

Wen Jingshu always felt that this sentence seemed to be said by the "Hua Zhirong" in the previous life. The Hua Zhirong in this life stood in front of him properly, but what about the previous life?

Wen Jingshu had been restraining himself not to think about it all the time, but when he thought about it, he felt extremely guilty. He suddenly hugged Hua Zhirong. Although the height was different, it still had the familiar smell.

Huazhirong, who are you?What's going on with this strategy mission?The little ball of light on Wen Jingshu's shoulder fell asleep again. Wen Jingshu finally calmed down a little while hugging this familiar yet unfamiliar person.