Chapter 1732 Mysterious Hotel
Feng Lin rolled his eyes, this must be a reminder from Cen Caixuan.
Looks like we found the right place.
When he looked at the menu above, his eyes almost popped out.
One plate of fried noodles is worth fifty kilograms of spiritual stone.
There are also various kinds of rice bowls and side dishes, and the minimum is 50 pounds anyway.
As for the last step of "Fried Fenglin", it requires one hundred kilograms of spiritual stones.
Feng Lin looked at the people eating around him. They were all eating fried noodles. In addition, they were all injured, and he seemed to understand what was going on here.
“I seem to have heard of this kind of place.”
Yu Mu stepped forward and whispered in Feng Lin’s ear, “There are similar restaurants in the Western Continent, with top experts stationed there. Anyone who causes trouble in a restaurant will be killed without mercy.”
"It's the same as I guessed." Feng Lin nodded with a smile.
The food here and so many spiritual stones are actually not buying food, but their lives.
Most of these people were injured and were looking for a safe place to recover.
So we all order fried noodles because they are cheap.
“What do you want? Please leave if you don’t order.”
Sitting at the counter is an old man with Western appearance.
He has red hair, a red beard, and a scar on his face.
It was shocking to watch.
Feng Lin walked over with a smile, "Here are three portions of fried Feng Lin."
The bearded old man looked down at his phone, waved his hand and said: "No materials, please change."
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"I am the material."
Feng Lin leaned on the counter and whispered.
The old man then raised his head, observed Feng Lin carefully, and then opened a photo from his mobile phone.
After comparing it, he chuckled and said: "Are you here?"
"Senior, I like this unique method very much."
Feng Lin smiled and nodded, "I am Feng Lin."
"Follow me."
The old man led Feng Lin towards the kitchen of the restaurant.
"Senior, is Cen Caixuan here?"
Feng Lin asked in a low voice.
"It's unfortunate that you're here. She went out to practice."
The old man pointed to a stone slab in the kitchen, "There are ruins inside. Just tell me your name."
"Thank you."
Feng Lin looked back at the two people behind him, "Let's go in."
After saying that, he put his hand on the stone slab, and both Yaoyao and Yumu followed.
Three people appeared in a mountain forest.
There are no guards here, feel the atmosphere carefully, there are not many people.
However, they are all strong.
Feng Lin took the two of them to the depths, where they actually saw the orcs.
“Who are you?”
One of the orc men stood up and stared at Feng Lin and asked.
He was wearing a suit, with golden hair, animal ears and a rough face, like a lion.
"My name is Feng Lin, Cen Caixuan asked me to come."
Feng Lin explained with a smile.
“Sister Caixuan?”
The face of the orc man suddenly softened, "Haha! Hello brother, my name is Liang Jian..."
"Get out!"
Before Liang Jian finished speaking, he was beaten by a man in leather clothes. The woman in leather pants was punched and sent flying.
This woman has a graceful figure. The curvature of the leather jacket in front of her and the curvature of the leather pants are all amazing.
Compared with Cen Caixuan, he is a little worse, but at least he is at the level of D.
Almost perfect gourd shape.
That is, the top is big, the waist is thin, and the bottom is also big.
She is tall, has long blue hair, and light blue eyes.
The look on his face gave people a very proud look, as if he looked down on Feng Lin.
What is strange is that in this state, even if she is wearing leather clothes and leather pants, she is also wearing a black fluffy coat.
As for what kind of monster fur it was, Feng Lin didn't know.
Han Xi stepped on black high heels, folded her arms, and walked to Feng Lin with cat steps, "Are you the Feng Lin that Cen Caixuan said?"
"Yes, hello, senior. ”
Feng Lin could feel the strong power of the other party.
“Cen Caixuan has been bragging about you in front of me, and you don’t look good.”
As Han Xi spoke, he raised his hand and grabbed Feng Lin's wrist, "Dacheng Sixth Level? Is she kidding?" "My master is very strong, Dacheng Sixth Level can still teach you a lesson!"
< br>Yao Yao stared at Han Xi angrily.
“Teach me a lesson?”
Han Xi showed a contemptuous smile. She let go of Feng Lin and was about to speak.
An orc woman wearing a white skirt and long white hair came from the depths.
She has a slightly chubby figure and looks mature and charming. Her white hair is combed into a bun on the back of her head, with two hairpins on the left and right sides.
The colors of the hairpins are one gold and one silver.
There are white animal ears on the top of her head, and the colors of her eyes are also one gold and one silver.
"Hanxi, treat your guests politely."
The fox tribe spoke with a smile and a very gentle voice.
"You are... the nine-tailed fox clan!"
Yu Mu stared at the woman in front of him and exclaimed.
Feng Lin first glanced at Yu Mu, then looked at the orc woman.
Those gold and silver eyes always feel a bit familiar.
Suddenly, he remembered a person, a fox to be precise.
The little fox who calls himself Lao Shen also has eyes of one gold and one silver.
"What? The Nine-tailed Fox Clan that was on par with the Snow Dragon Clan back then?"
Yaoyao also widened his eyes. The reputation of this clan back then was no less than that of the Heavenly Demon. clan.
“Yes, my name is Qingqiu Yun.”
The mature woman in front of her smiled, and her fox-like eyes were intoxicating.
"Hello, senior, I am Feng Lin."
Feng Lin took a step back and took off the black robes of Yaoyao and Yumu respectively, "This one is Yaoyao, and the other one is Yaoyao. Yu Mu."
"The Demon Clan?"
Qingqiu Yun looked at the two of them in surprise.
Han Xi crossed his arms, his face still disdainful, "Sister Yun, I think Cen Caixuan is deliberately playing tricks on us and found a Dacheng sixth-level person."
"Cai Xuan is not that kind of person."
Qingqiu Yun smiled and shook her head.
"Sister Yun! I just don't understand. Cen Caixuan, the seventh-level Dacheng, only entered the eighth level after so many years. Why are you and the old madman so interested in her?"
Han Xi put his leather pants in his pockets, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.
Feng Lin here shook his head slightly. No wonder this woman was a little hostile to him.
It seems that the relationship with Cen Caixuan is not very good.
"Hanxi, I'm talking to Feng Lin."
Qingqiu Yun smiled and patted Hanxi on the shoulder, but did not answer her question.
“Hmph!”
Han Xi snorted lightly and turned to leave.
Qingqiu Yun pointed to the stone on the side, "Sit down, Hanxi has a sharp mouth and a soft heart. Don't worry about it."
"I don't care."
Feng Lin He signaled Yaoyao and Yumu to sit down.
“If you have any questions, you can ask me.”
Qingqiu Yun also sat on a stone nearby, smiling and looking at a few people.
"Is your hotel the same force as the hotels in the Western Continent?"
Yu Mu asked strangely.
"No, generally the forces that open this kind of restaurant are people who don't like to show off, or are unable to show off."
Qingqiu Yun pointed at herself, "For example, here we have beasts Clan, including Cen Caixuan, the Jiuyou clan, and Han Xi, a race with Northern Wilderness bloodline, are all wanted by the Yin Yang Crusaders.”
"She has Beihuang blood?"
Feng Lin looked at the direction where Hanxi disappeared.
"That's right."
Qingqiu Yun nodded with a smile, "We are people who can't be public. We open a restaurant quietly and don't expand our territory."
< br>"Won't the Yin Yang Crusaders come to check?" Feng Lin asked.
"It's okay for them to come to eat, but if they want to investigate, they will have to pay the price in blood."
Qingqiu Yun is still smiling, "If it is the commander-level leader, we will change the place and continue to open the store. They The commander-in-chief doesn’t have that much free time. "
Feng Lin stared at Qingqiu Yun. He was so calm when he mentioned the commander. Could it be that this woman is...
"I'm back!"
That's it! At this moment, an old man's voice came from the direction of the entrance to the ruins.
Feng Lin and others turned around and saw a beggar in tattered clothes staggering over with a plate of fried noodles.
“Is it you?”
Feng Lin’s pupils shrank suddenly.
(End of this chapter)