At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The chicken legs were so big that they were not very big.

Xiao Ruolin turned around and looked at the fat chicken legs in the bowl.

He picked up some chili peppers and wanted to eat them with the chicken legs and rice.

He accidentally saw the slender Liu Xuer, who was only concerned with picking up vegetarian dishes and not eating any meat dishes.

He shook his head, thinking that the other party was embarrassed, so he picked up the chicken legs and put them in the other party's bowl.

Regardless of whether the other party understood or not, he said with a warm face: "Come on! Eat more, don't be embarrassed."

Liu Xuer was stunned for a moment, and looked at the rat across the table who was grabbing chicken legs and duck legs with his hands.

She picked up the chicken legs and looked at Lin Mengyao with a look of help.

Seeing this, Lin Mengyao lowered her head and silently picked up the rice in the bowl.

Facing Xiao Ruolin's sincere and friendly eyes, Liu Xuer wanted to cry but had no tears.

She lowered her head and took a bite of the chicken leg. Thinking of Zishu's saliva, her body trembled slightly and tears flowed down.

Xiao Ruolin shook his head and expressed a little sympathy.

What did this child suffer before? He was moved to tears by eating a chicken leg.

Xiao Ruolin casually picked up a piece of food and put it in his mouth, then said: "Zishu, observe carefully, do you find any difference?"

Zishu heard this, put down the chicken bone in his hand, wiped the oil stains on his mouth, and said solemnly: "Indeed! I didn't expect that the Pavilion Master also found it. I thought I was the only one who noticed it."

Xiao Ruolin raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that this guy was only concerned with eating and drinking, and didn't realize that this restaurant was almost full of people from the underworld.

Good guy! He still underestimated Zishu, this rough guy.

Just when Xiao Ruolin was about to ask something else, he saw Zishu holding up a plate.

He was tall and strong, and he slammed the table and shouted: "Waiter! Why is there only one chicken leg in this stewed chicken?"

When he shouted, his unique loud voice directly focused the attention of all the guests in the restaurant on Xiao Ruolin's table.

Xiao Ruolin immediately held his forehead with a frown.

The waiter hurried over and said with a smile: "Sir, I'm really sorry, maybe the chef in the kitchen missed it, I will serve you a new plate now."

The waiter did not suspect that Zishu was deliberately making things difficult. First of all, there was only one restaurant in this city, which directly ruled out the possibility of being framed by his peers.

Secondly, the guests at this table, their temperament and clothes were either rich or noble.

Especially the white-haired boy, who looked like a genius sent by a big family to train.

After so many years in the industry, his eyes have been trained to be sharp. He can tell who wants to eat a free meal and who is a rich and elegant young man.

The waiter nodded and bowed for a while, then went down to order the kitchen to make another bowl of stewed chicken as compensation.

After the waiter left, Zishu sat down with an angry face: "Damn it! I almost got fooled by this damn shop owner. You are worthy of being the Pavilion Master, as smart as me."

Smart, your grandma's legs, smart!

Xiao Ruolin couldn't help but complain in his heart.

He glanced at the guests around him who were staring at this place, shook his head helplessly, and said: "Don't you think there are too many people in this restaurant?"

Zishu was slightly stunned when he heard this. He looked at the people on the first floor, almost all of them were carrying weapons.

Seeing them chattering below, it seemed that they were talking about something important.

He reacted and asked, "What does the Pavilion Master mean?"

Xiao Ruolin looked at the crowd below, smiled slightly, and slowly said, "This peaceful Jianghu, I'm afraid something big is going to happen..."

I only heard words like Xueyue City, Hanshui Temple, and golden coffins coming to my ears from below.

Xiao Ruolin narrowed his eyes, looked up at the attic, and saw the middle-aged man dressed as a wealthy businessman in the pavilion, with a gleam in his eyes.

This restaurant is full of people from the Jianghu, but only that attic is full of wealthy businessmen.

As for why Xiao Ruolin said they were wealthy businessmen, you can tell by looking at their clothes and behavior.

Unlike other people, those rich people were bloated, with big bellies, wearing expensive and exquisite fine silk, and had no true qi fluctuations in their bodies. They were completely ordinary people.

And when they entered the restaurant, they were accompanied by bodyguards. At this moment, those bodyguards were hiding in this restaurant, a total of twelve trying to hide their aura.

And the martial arts of these twelve auras are all better than those of the Jianghu people in this restaurant.

These twelve people... are killers!

There is no doubt about it, although they try their best to hide their auras.

But they are killers, and the faint smell of blood cannot be hidden no matter what.

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Zishu followed the Pavilion Master's gaze and saw that the Pavilion Master's target was the person in the attic.

He smiled slightly and said, "Pavilion Master, do you want to know what happened?"

"Bullshit!" Xiao Ruolin rolled his eyes at him.

Zishu laughed dryly twice, then took out a clean white towel from his arms and wiped his hands clean.

He shot a silver needle from his sleeve, and the silver needle nailed to the beam with a swoosh.

Not long after, a black shadow fell from the beam and knelt on one knee in front of Zishu.

"Jun Wuxie, the number one killer of the Soul-binding Pavilion, greets the 12th Face-to-Face!"