"The old man, we eat a table with the same food, but also a fate, the little woman respects you a cup." Night feathers will pick up the tea bowl in the hand, and point to Deshui to give it a drink.

Yu De flat mouth, a little big tongue: "What is this about Miss, it should be my respectful lady."

Said in the mouth, Yu Deshui directly extended the jar of wine in front of him, and gestured with the night feathers, then took a sip in his arms.

Hey.

Knocking at the door behind him sounded.

"Guest, the rest of your dishes are ready, are you serving now?" The shopkeeper voiced the voice.

The night feathers are slightly sideways: "Let's come in."

It is also a seven-eight-course dish, this time is a stew of chicken, duck and fish, and a roast chicken with a roast rabbit.

Yu Deshui's eyelids were loose, and he glanced at the dishes on the table. The black hand pointed up: "I am old and old, I never eat a heavy dish a day. I don't eat this chicken."

Said in the mouth, Yu Deshui's arm suddenly pointed to Zhu Zihu.

What is this old man doing? !

Red Meng, Qiu De, and Zhu Zihu looked at each other, especially Zhu Zihu. The two eyebrows have been screwed up, and the palm of the hand flashed, and there was a big disapproval.

Yu Deshui single fingered Zhu Zihu, grinned, full of alcohol: "I, I know you look at me is not pleasing to the eye, this, this chicken, for you to eat, just give you a loss, oh!"

Yu Deshui said, took a wine cellar, took back his finger and held the jar and poured it.

Zhu Zihu saw that the old man admits the mistake, the hanging heart slowly puts down, and looks at the night feathers with his eyes.

Night Yu Yan shook his head slightly toward Zhu Zihu, suggesting that Zhu Zihu ignored him.

The shadow sneaked a glance at the night feathers and thought about picking up the wine glass. "The old man, we have never been to the extremely cold snowfield. After a while, you have enough to eat, let us talk about it, I will respect you. ""

Yu Deshui took a sip of the jar and smiled at the shadow: "This table, I will see you pleasing to the eye, you can rest assured, if you don't understand, even if you ask, I am not blowing, my old man is more than ten years old. When I was in front of the snowfield, the mercenary scorpions outside were still in my mother's womb. Don't look at what they are now screaming, and I am far worse than me!"

The night feathers and the shadows look at each other, and the two nod their heads gently. This old man is definitely not easy!

"I don't see the elderly people who are also the same people. Compared with yours, you must have a lot of prestige."

Yu Deshui’s face flashed a bit of pride: “Well, I don’t think that my mercenary group could have more than five or five hundred people. Who wouldn’t give me a few faces in Biansai Town?”

The old man said, picking up the jar and drinking two more.

The night feathers are moving, and the mercenary group of more than 500 people said that it is not big, but it is not small, but from the mercenary squads outside, if there are five hundred people, it is really good in Biansai Town.

Looking back, I thought that those people in the frontier township inn clearly knew the old man and knew his surname. If he had no reputation before, it is estimated that the shopkeeper will not be so polite to him.

Just why...

The night feathers glanced at Deshui. What could make him fall into this field?

"So, we should call you old people. When you were so big in the industry, how can you get it today..." The bright eyes of the night feathers looked at Deshui, and the voice weakened.

Yu Deshui sighed and waved his hand toward the night feathers. He didn't want to say it. He looked at the shadow from the side and perhaps remembered his promise. He said, "I tell you, don't say it."