Who is that person? Why should we be invited? What is the purpose?

For anyone else, the first thing to think about at this time is definitely these problems, not the table in front of you. But Lu Ping didn't. After thanking him, he turned and moved his chopsticks, and Xingyun drifted away. The iron head, who let the glass lift halfway, suddenly froze there. The glass of wine in his hand, whether drinking or not, was very embarrassing, very embarrassing.

Fortunately, there were other people on the table, Fang Yi poured a glass of wine, raised the glass and thanked the man, and sipped it out.

Then, there is nothing more. No one invited him to drink together, and no one came to thank him for talking. With a glass of wine, a thank you, this thing seems to be over.

But it doesn't. Iron Head sat here, talking about him clearly at the table.

"Who is that person?"

"do not know."

"Why invite us to dinner?"

"Not clear."

"Do you want to ask him?"

"Let's talk after eating."

Then a few people continued to eat and drink, and they were not too relieved. Tie Tou sat alone at the side table, so depressed, he found that many people were peeping at him. Everyone is a cultivator, ears are conspicuous, and the intentional and unintentional things that have just happened are seen and heard by many people. At this time, he is obviously regarded as a joke.

Although some of them might come and ask him after eating, the iron head couldn't sit still. He picked up a glass of wine again and walked towards Luping's table. There was a lot less noise around, and many people looked towards this side. Although the people from Baozhilin don't do much fuss, they always have the heart to watch the gossip and talk about gossip.

Within a few steps, Tietou came to Luping ’s desk, and several people did not continue to ignore him and looked up at him together.

"Several, bother." Tieto said.

"Oh? Have you eaten together?" Fang Yizhu said.

"No need, just ask a few things about it." Tietou said.

"Oh? What's the matter?" Fang Yizhu asked.

"There are a few people who want to inquire a few." Tietou said.

"Inquire with us?" Fang Yizhu glanced at the crowd doubtfully, somewhat puzzled. Sister Jin is also confused. She had guessed that this person should be directed at these string of magic soldiers in their hands, but the result was to inquire a few people.

"Yes, there is one, tall, with a beard, a scar in the middle of his forehead, long hair, gray coat, and blue pants." Tie Tau described.

"This ..." Several people shook their heads.

The iron head disagreed, and then said: "One more person, as tall as the previous one, short hair, sword eyebrows, high cheekbones, no need, black clothes."

"It's ... no." Several people continued to shake their heads.

The iron head is still non-stop, and then describes the appearance of the two people. Luping several people are always at a loss and can only continue to shake their heads. Sister Jin kept looking at the iron head and found that the smile of his eyes and face had not changed. After so long, it felt a little chilly.

He asked what these people meant? Sister Jin thought about it. But Lu Ping, sitting opposite, just answered, but didn't go to his heart.

"One more." Tietou said again.

"How many are these, and what do these people have to do with us? Why are there so many people here asking us to ask?" Morin said impatiently.

Why did you ask us?

As soon as this problem came out, Sister Jin suddenly felt a little surprised. What makes these people special compared to others is undoubtedly the large group of magical soldiers in their hands. The people these people are deliberately asking are the masters of some magic soldiers on their hands? The man invited and asked again, is he actually asking the teacher to blame?

Thinking of this, Sister Jin's vigilance suddenly improved a lot. She looked around uncontrollably. Some of the guests who ate, drank, and drank were staring at them, but they all looked at the lively look, unlike the ambush that was ready to shoot at any time.

Tie Tau listened to Morin's question, but the smile on his face was even stronger, and he continued to insist: "Return one."

"You said you said." Mo Lin looked helpless, but his eyes were also glanced around.

"One more person, not tall, bald, long eyebrow, goatee, green." Tieto said.

"Green dress?" Lu Ping, who had been shaking his head, suddenly spoke.

"Yes, green clothes." Tie nodded, staring at Lu Ping with bright eyes.

"Green clothes, bald head, I seem to have this impression." Lu Pingwang said to several others.

"Cough ..." Fang Yizhu coughed slightly, obviously they also remember such a person. Then the person's intention in front of him has become easy to guess.

"Oh?" Tietou's expression looked a little unexpected. He didn't seem to be ready to hear such an answer. He was silent for a moment before saying, "Where is he?" The smile on his face was put away when he said this A lot.

"He was in Baozhilin to grab our soldiers, and I was killed." Lu Ping said, his tone as calm as before when he thanked Tietou, he didn't care.

The iron head's expression was completely chilled, and said lightly: "Fortunately, he can at least let you remember."

"He looks strange. Is he your friend?" Lu Ping asked.

Looks weird? Tie Tou was a little surprised. He thought Lu Ping would remember this because of his strength. After all, he was the strongest among several people, but the result was because of a strange look? Think of the keywords mentioned by Lu Ping before confirmation: bald head, green clothes ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ This is really not a common dress-up combination. However, how can the cultivator's impression of people stay in clothes? Shouldn't he be more concerned about the other party's state and abilities? As a result, it now stands out with a relatively rare outfit. A few of them said that they ca n’t remember, it ’s not a disguise, but really do not remember?

It ’s so sad to be beaten to death but still unable to make an impression. How small is it in the eyes of opponents?

Tie Tou was surprised, but saw Lu Ping still watching him, waiting for his answer.

"Yes, he is my friend and a very good friend." Tietou said.

As soon as this remark came out, Fang Yizhu and Mo Lin almost all had to deal with the left and right guys, but the left and right sides were still the same as before, without any ambush, and those who ate and drank did not change their faces into killers.

"It's a pity." Lu Ping said, "Your friend should learn more from you. If he likes to invite others to eat instead of grabbing others' things, he will not die now."

The iron head froze, and he found himself not knowing what to say. Sister Jin almost smiled, and this serious child's words, really lost Luping can think of it.

But then she discovered that Lu Ping was very serious. He was not a possible enemy in front of him, nor was he mocking his dead opponent. This serious child's words sound ridiculous, but is there something wrong?

No, there is nothing wrong with it.

People who invite others to eat are of course more popular than those who grab others' food.

This simple right or wrong will make people feel funny in their cruel world.

Whose fault is this?

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The first chapter of 2018, everyone, happy new year! I hope the new year will bring you more good stories.