After Duanmu Yawang had eaten a red bean cake, an old man in his sixties came up and handed out a long box to Duanmu Yawang, stroking his beard and said: "This is the ancient mysterious iron, which can build an excellent weapon. This is what the old man gave to him. Your thanks."

"Such an expensive gift is even more unacceptable."

Duanmu Yawang stretched out his hand and pushed the old man's box back.

After she finished this action, seeing other people wanting to come up to offer treasures, she took the lead and said: "Thank you for your kindness, but for the Flying Dragon Palace. I really don't dare to take credit, and I've never been accustomed to accepting gifts from others, so please Haihan."

She doesn't want to accept a gift. Everyone, look at me and I look at you, and her face is a bit ugly.

Someone said: "Miss Duanmu is too polite. Yesterday you returned the gift, and you gave each of us a good medicine. Even if it’s not about the Feilong Palace, you will give us medicine. , We also want to return a gift."

"But everyone's gifts are too expensive." Duan Muya said: "Those medicines were developed by me, and they are not treasures. They can be used for self-defense every day. Everyone, this is the ancient mysterious iron. I really feel ashamed. ."

After that, he said: "Besides, we have just come here, and there will definitely be places that need your help in the future. Naturally, my junior should give you a meeting ceremony first."

Everyone smiled as soon as he said this.

Someone said: "Miss Duanmu is really a sensible child."

Duanmu Yawang arched her hands with a smile.

She arched her hand, and Xiao Bailu had been watching by the side, and he could see that there was no smile in Duanmu Yawang's eyes.

He scratched his head, a little puzzled.

Everyone has shown good intentions, why is she upset?

Someone else wanted to give Duanmu Yawang a gift, but Duanmu Yawang reached out and refused, and solemnly said: "I'm so embarrassed to accept the gift. Today, Jing Niangzi's red bean cake is just right. Thank you elders for your love."

She said so, and the others did not step forward to continue giving gifts.

Madam Bai and Madam Ji didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. They looked at each other. They brought chairs and served tea one after another, asking everyone to sit down and have tea and chat.

Everyone declined a bit, and they all sat down.

Suddenly, the white shopkeeper downstairs was full of people at the tables that were originally used to entertain guests.

Duanmu Ya looked at it, her eyelids moved.

In the beginning, everyone was chatting with tea or asking about the identities of Duanmu Yawang and Ye Nongying Xiaobailu Yin Huiyin. Everyone chose to keep them, half-truths and half-truths.

After speaking, the sixty-year-old elder caressed his beard and said with concern: "The four of you must live in at least two rooms. It is probably inconvenient to stay at the white shopkeeper's house or Mr. Ji's house all the time."

Mrs. Bai hurriedly stated: "As long as they don't dislike it, we are all convenient."

Mrs. Ji also said: "Me too."

"Of course, everyone cares about the four of them very much. I, the old man, definitely understands this." The old man smiled and said, "However, after all, everyone is not relatives. They probably still want to have a place to live."

Mr. Ji nodded in agreement: "Yes, this is true. We can actually work together to help them build a house as soon as possible."

The old man laughed and didn't object, he just said, "It will take some time to build a house, and it will take some time to move in. It will take a longer period of time. Now that there are ready-made ones, why bother?"

"off the shelf?"

Mr. Ji was puzzled, "Where can I find a ready-made house?"

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyelids and thought of something. Then, Mr. Ji's words caused a group of people in the hall to laugh.

Lady Jing said: "Mr. Ji, you are really stubborn, aren't all the biggest houses on our street now vacant?"

"What are the biggest houses?" Mr. Ji murmured, but he still didn't react. After a long while, he was stunned, and then said: "You mean...... Feilong Palace's mansions?"

"That's not it!"

Someone in the hall rushed to talk: "Now the people in the Feilong Temple are dead, and the house is empty and empty. Isn't it appropriate for Miss Duanmu to live in?"

Duan Muya raised her eyebrows, and said with no expression on her face: "But, the master of the Flying Dragon Palace, Yuan Chang, Yuan Yi, Pang Fengyu, they all have wives and children, and their wives and children still live in it."

"so what?"

Lady Jing smiled charmingly, "The mansion is so big, how many rooms can a few children and women live in?"

"Yes, how many rooms can they live in!"

"that is."

Everyone said in unison.

Duanmu Yawang did not refute, but said indifferently: "But Yuan Chang and Elder Huo are not dead yet, they may come back at any time."

Everyone smiled and disagreed, "A whole Feilong Palace was trampled under your feet by Miss Duanmu, and now there are only two people left, what's the fear?"

Duanmu Yawang: "I was tactical to win. At that time, it could be said that the time and place were right and the people were harmonious, but now they must have been prepared for a long time, plus they are secretly, I am clear, I want to use a strategy, but I can't use it. But if they want to come. Kill me, that’s easy."

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the hall that was noisy and full of laughter suddenly stiffened.

Liang Laosui glanced at Duanmu Yawang, "Miss Duanmu, Yuan Chang and Elder Huo were seriously injured and fleeing. You can't solve it. Why don't you notify the neighbours and let the neighbours help too?"

Mr. Liang speaks very kindly, but there is a question of questioning how he hears it.

When Mr. Ji and others heard it, his expression changed strangely.

Mrs. Fang was as calm as ever, and said lightly: "At that time, every house was closed, I'm afraid that everyone won't be able to hear it."

Everyone's expressions became a little embarrassed as soon as this was said.

After all, everyone did close their doors in those few days.

As for why they close their homes, they naturally don’t want to get into trouble.

Because the whole street knew that Ji's house was surrounded by the Flying Dragon Palace in those days, the most feared was that when the two parties started fighting, the people in Mr. Ji's house ran in for help.

Lady Jing touched the tip of her nose and changed the subject: "Don't talk about the things in those few days. The most troublesome thing is indeed Yuan Chang and Elder Huo. They don't die for a day, and our neighbors will be in panic all day long. Therefore, we spend more time on weekdays. Keep an eye on them and report them as soon as they have news. Everyone will work together to kill them."

"Yeah."

A group of people responded, "The two of them must die! We must not let them or our street anymore! I hope people on the street can live in peace and stability!"

Duanmu Yawang smiled as she listened, "Yes, because of this, I dare not live in their mansion. I am afraid that as soon as I enter, I will be slapped to death by someone hiding in the dark."