Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 405: The Four Saviors of the Imperial Galaxy (4)

The commercial streets in the lower town are not connected.

The two streets are about fifty meters apart.

There are several offset walls standing in the middle.

I heard that it will help better manage the streets for merchants.

Song Yuesheng didn't understand.

But respect the customs of the Nightless Galaxy.

She looked around carefully.

"Sister Yue, if you're worried that the male protagonist will cause trouble, you can knock them out. There are still many empty rooms in the tavern."

Blue Sparrow suggested very enthusiastically.

"There are too many of them to fight. Calling them out individually will only deepen other people's impression of them."

"Squeak."

There was the sound of footsteps on the snow from the side.

Song Yuesheng's eyes flashed and he threw a willow-leaf dart in that direction.

The snow on the ground is thick.

The small round stickers were also taken away by Cuican for processing.

She couldn't sneak attack.

A few seconds later, the willow leaf dart collided with the wall, making a crisp sound.

No one showed up despite such a blatant attack.

The wind is blowing.

There was lively laughter coming from the street behind me.

The more this is the case, the more difficult it is for Song Yuesheng to feel at ease.

If it is a passerby, he should appear immediately after hearing the sound.

Song Yuesheng took out the Xuanqing bow from his virtual backpack.

Just at this moment, Sister Shan came running over panting.

"Miss Song, hurry up..."

She patted her chest and abdomen, breathing heavily, and then said, "Cui Can got into a fight with someone."

Song Yuesheng hummed in confusion.

Seeing that she didn't move, Sister Shan took three or two steps forward.

"I had just entered the store to give some red envelopes to some kids when I heard people shouting outside that there was a fight."

"Cui Can and Yun Li started fighting, and Boss Zhao was trying to stop them. But because the alpha here is not as strong as Boss Zhao, Boss Zhao held back."

After hearing this, Song Yuesheng put away the Xuanqing bow and went back with Sister Shan.

Cuican is not an impatient person.

The matter must be very complicated for her to ignore the difference between alpha and beta and take action.

Ming Huan came out from the darkness only after observing Song Yuesheng leave.

She clenched her hands.

I really didn’t expect Yun Li to be here too.

But only until tonight.

Song Yuesheng is doomed to die.

Sudden.

Ming Huan smelled a strange fragrance.

Then, he fell to the snow with a "thump".

In a daze, Ming Huan saw someone walking towards him.

She couldn't see who it was.

I only heard the four words "I won't kill you".

It’s over.

These were her last thoughts before losing consciousness.

**

Song Yuesheng hurried back and did not see anything damaged in the fight, nor did he see Cuican and the others.

From the few words from others, she pieced together what had happened.

The dazzling action was inexplicable.

The target is not Yunli.

It was a strange boy who talked to her.

Don't listen to anyone's advice.

Yun Li plays a blocking role.

He hit Cuican with something and knocked her unconscious.

The whole process takes no more than three minutes.

It’s not as scary as Sister Shan said.

Song Yuesheng rubbed his fingers and looked at Sister Shan thoughtfully.

Sister Shan: "What's wrong, Miss Song?"

Song Yuesheng shook his head and said with a smile: "Thank you Sister Shan for telling me. I'm going to see Cuican."

The clerk in the store said Cuican was sent to the second floor.

She went to the room to visit Cuican, and then went to find Zhao Rou, wanting to ask her for details.

The situation was not quite what she thought.

Cuican took action because the man who approached her spoke ill of the Second Prince.

Zhao Rou looked at the two people chatting with other people outside and touched Song Yuesheng's arm.

"Xiao Yue, what do you think of them? It's only an hour until midnight. Do you want to keep two rooms for them or kick them out?"

Song Yuesheng glanced at her.

"Of course I'll drive them away. Your tavern can't hold so many people. Wait."

however.

When she said Zhao Rou was unable to take them in, a nearby merchant warmly invited them to stay in his home.

Is it because they have a good relationship with the merchants?

No.

If you are pretty, you can be willful.

They are popular among the students.

Products related to students are selling very quickly.

Layers of buffs are superimposed.

Can't be driven away.

……

zero point.

"Happy New Year!"

"New year, new atmosphere. We will work hard to open new branches this year!"

"The boss lady is powerful!"

"Good! Good!"

Everyone raised their glasses and spoke words of blessing at the same time.

Because it was cold outside, everyone went home one after another after the conversation.

Song Yuesheng looked at the two people behind him.

"Didn't the neighbor say he would host you two?"

Yun Li smiled and said, "Boss Zhao is kind and has reserved a room for me."

Li Ming said seriously: "Miss Zhao said that the people of Baiyin Empire should gather together and not be blinded by the small favors of other countries."

Song Yuesheng turned his head and looked at Zhao Rou.

As a result, she had already slipped to the second floor.

"Xiao Yue, I have to take care of Cui Can. I won't be with you today."

Zhao Rou yawned and blinked at her mysteriously.

Song Yuesheng: ...

She looked at the two of them resignedly.

"If you can't hold it in, just go to sleep. No one has stipulated that you must stay up all night."

"The guys here are all very nice, you can chat with them and pass the time."

Yun Li heard something was wrong.

He looked at her: "You don't stay up all night?"

"I need to talk to Sister Shan about something. It's a matter of state, so you are not allowed to come along."

After Song Yuesheng finished speaking, he looked at Liming and said, "Since you agreed, Liming, when you finish your training, go directly to the army to find Cathy. She will assign a position for you."

Sister Shan’s shop is closed.

While waiting for the door to open, with the mentality of not favoring one over the other, Song Yuesheng sent a voice message of "Happy New Year" to Xie Wei, and then called Jing Si.

Because the official end time of the Palace Night Banquet is 23:30.

I can't sleep this hour.

The call was connected quickly.

"Happy New Year, Jingsi."

He didn't bother her.

Song Yuesheng was in a good mood.

After a long time, Song Yuesheng heard Jing Si's voice with a hint of smile.

"Am I the first person to receive your highness' blessing?"

The voice is gentle.

It seemed as if he was asking a question, or as if he was talking to himself.

"No."

Song Yuesheng denied it quickly.

"But you were the first person I called."

On the other end of the phone, Jing Si's breathing seemed to pause slightly because of these words.

Then, the sound of a man laughing softly filled the air.

"Your Highness, you are really... ahem..."

The coughing sound was accompanied by a burst of rapid wheezing.

"You are hurt?"

After Song Yuesheng asked this question, the panting sound in the headphones became much quieter.

"Why doesn't Your Highness suspect that I'm doing something else?"

There was a hint of amusement in Jing Si's rhetorical question.

At this moment, Sister Shan opened the door.

Song Yuesheng tapped his fingers, thought for a while, and then said happily: "Then I won't bother you. Goodbye."

"Sister Shan, I want to ask you something."

Sister Shan was yawning and looked very sleepy.

"Ms. Song, I don't want to stay up all night. I just want to sleep now. Can you ask me tomorrow?"

"Jing Si."

……

the other side.

Jing Si covered his eyes.

It was obviously his choice not to say it, but he still felt uncomfortable.

He stopped.

With a swing of the sword in his hand, he immediately killed the killer who was chasing him.

The flashing of swords and sabers were flying in the snow.

for a long time.

Jing Si stood quietly among the scattered corpses.

The long sword hung at an angle, the tip of the blade lightly touched the ground, and the flowing blood slowly dripped along the sharp edge.

His clothes were a little messy, but they could not hide the strong body underneath.

The traces of the battle left mottled bruises and small wounds on his body.

Jing Si's gaze pierced through the darkness of night and the haze of death, and locked onto the tavern from afar.

The wind blew past, ruffling a few strands of messy hair on his forehead, adding a touch of tenderness and affection.

"Happy New Year, Your Highness."

"I won't live for many more years, but I'm not dead yet. Jing Si, who are you commemorating with that expression?"