C227 (2/2)

This girl had always been calm and collected in front of others. Even when she was alone, she had never lost her composure when fighting on the stage with others.

Everyone saw that this girl was neither sad nor happy, and she also didn't want to get married. When ordinary people were sleeping, she would rack her brains for ways to earn money. She almost flew up with a gold ingot in her hand.

She had never thought that she would have such a huge reaction when she heard news about someone.

Everyone's eyes were sharp like torches, trying to see something from Wen Jiu's face.

However, she retracted her gaze and faintly smiled as she said, ”I'm fine.”

Boss Zhang smiled and suggested, ”Since there's nothing else to do, how about I invite everyone in for tea and listen to some books? My youngest son is infatuated with that Little Tyrant Xie, so he pestered me to tell him about that person's deeds before he goes to bed every day. ”

Everyone smiled and agreed.

Boss Zhang turned his head to ask Wen Jiu, ”Boss Wen, are you giving me face as well?”

Wen Jiu's eyes dimmed, but she nodded.

The flags of the teahouse were fluttering in the wind. A group of people entered the teahouse while chatting and laughing.

The guests in the pavilion were all discussing, ”I heard that Little Tyrant Xie is only nineteen this year!”

”A young hero has appeared since the ancient times.”

”Looks like my Great Yan shouldn't end like this. To think that I would encounter such a rare handsome general here.”

The teahouses were filled with people from all different places, and some of them couldn't help but comment on the good Great Yan, so they immediately went out to pick a fight, ”Is the Little Tyrant Xie really that powerful? How about compared to the ten thousand people from the Northern Desert killing Xiao Lingtian? ”

Northern Desert Xiao Lingtian was also a famous person who became famous in one battle. He was only twenty-four or twenty-five years old now, and after countless battles of various sizes, the name of ”Ten Thousand Slaughter” had long ago spread throughout the four seas.

”This is something that will only be known after they fight in the future.” The forty-something year old storyteller waved his fan and smiled, ”However, there's one thing that Xiao Lingtian will never be able to catch up to Little Tyrant Xie in his entire life.”

The younger ones were intrigued and asked in unison, ”What do you mean?”

”Those who have seen the Little Tyrant all said …” The storyteller paused for a moment before he continued, ”That young man is incredibly handsome. To be able to die under such a man's sword, he must be happier than the rest on the Road to River Styx.”

One of the youths laughed as he continued, ”Although the Ten Thousand Slaughter Xiao Lingtian is born with godly strength, his looks are also well-known. Even if he were to be reborn, his face would not be half as handsome as the Little Tyrant Xie!”

Boss Zhang and a few other merchants also started to talk about the Little Tyrant Xie, who was young and famous throughout the world.

He talked about how he loved to chop other people down as a ball and kick them around.

Wen Jiu sat in the center of the crowd. If it wasn't for the fact that she used to live under the same roof as that person, she would have almost believed him.

She did not say a word as she quietly drank her tea.

The man at the back was tapping his fan on the table, appearing relaxed and comfortable amidst the noise.

Wen Jiu leaned back in his chair, hearing the man ask his comrade with a smile, ”They say you're not as pretty as Xie Heng, Ling, why aren't you angry at all?”