"Uninvited guest…"
Ning Wushuang glanced at Lin Zimo.
Lin Zimo smiled." Don't be impatient. It might just be an ordinary passerby."”
"Yes."
The autumn rain was cold, and it was naturally hard for the people on the road.
When they passed by this broken temple, they might come in and hide for a while.
Ning Wushuang's heart jolted. He gave Lin Zimo and Yu Zhiwei the warm flatbread and the remaining roasted chicken to eat and drink.
Yu Zhiwei was indeed not picky.
It was fine if it was delicious food, but if the conditions were not good, she could even eat eight to ten of these dry and hard flatbread.
Ning Wushuang looked at her and didn't know how to feel.
On the one hand, this girl was very skilled in martial arts and was indeed a good helper.
On the other hand, she ate too much…This bodyguard agency provided food and accommodation. According to Yu Zhiwei's appetite, she ate more than her monthly salary in a month.
Before the three of them finished eating, a group of people had already arrived at the door.
He looked up and saw this group of people standing outside the temple gate.
There were seven of them, wearing bamboo hats and wearing almost identical clothes.
With a light red base and cloud pattern cuffs, it looked like the setting sun.
Each of them had a long sword hanging at their waists.
The leader was a young man. When he raised his head, his eyes under the bamboo hat were sharp.
He glanced at Lin Zimo and the other two and entered the ruined temple without replying.
No matter how Lin Zimo and the other two looked at them, they were calm.
This group of people did not come to Lin Zimo's side. They only found a corner in the dilapidated temple and sat down.
He took off his bamboo hat. There were men and women among the seven, and they all looked quite young.
"The three of you will guard, and the rest will circulate their energy to ward off the cold.”
The man in the lead spoke softly. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. He used his internal energy to drive away the cold air in and out of his body. In the blink of an eye, a white weapon rose from his clothes and hair. It was obvious that his internal energy was extraordinary.
Lin Zimo and Ning Wushuang looked at each other and shook their heads lightly.
While the two of them were paying attention to the group of people, Yu Zhiwei quickly took a bite of the remaining flatbread. Then, he brought it in front of him and prepared to eat it heartily.
Lin Zimo casually took one from her, tore off the part she had bitten, and threw it back to her. He continued eating the rest.
Yu Zhiwei pouted, feeling a little disappointed that his little scheme did not work.
Ning Wushuang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He glanced at the few people beside him and came to Lin Zimo's side, saying in a low voice,""Can you tell where they came from?"
"I can't tell."
Lin Zimo shook his head." He's young, and his martial arts are strong. He's dressed similarly. He should be from the same sect." Wearing a long sword, it was obvious that the sect mainly focused on sword techniques…However, there were no special sects in this area, so he couldn't touch their roots. In addition, these people were either inexperienced in the martial arts world or arrogant…They felt like trouble and should not be easily interacted with.”
Ning Wushuang nodded and agreed with Lin Zimo's opinion.
The reason why they were said to be inexperienced in the martial arts world was mainly because they had no rules.
Lin Zimo and the others had come to the ruined temple first. As latecomers, even if this ruined temple had no owner, they should still greet Lin Zimo and the others before entering.
Otherwise, who knows what you are here for?
It was not unheard of for people to get angry over such a small matter and fight over it.
That was why Lin Zimo said that they were either inexperienced or arrogant…
With his status, he naturally did not care who Lin Zimo and the rest were or what they did. He was not worried that they would fight either.
It was filled with a high and mighty temperament.
If that was the case, they would allow Lin Zimo and the rest to continue staying in the dilapidated temple. In their opinion, Lin Zimo and the rest were already grateful.
After thinking for a while, Lin Zimo and Ning Wushuang had a tacit understanding.
Whether they were hotheads who had just come out of the martial world or disciples of sects who had their eyes on the top of their heads, they were obviously not easy to get along with. Try not to get in touch with them to avoid getting into trouble.
The three of them finished the flatbread and roasted chicken and drank a few mouthfuls of water. The seven people on the other side had already dried their clothes with their internal strength.
"Eat something."
The leader gave another order. A young man reached into his pocket, and after a moment, his expression turned a little ugly." Eldest Senior Brother, our rations…"
He took out a torn oil-covered paper bag with a big hole in it. The food inside had been soaked into paste by Qiu Yu.
The eldest senior brother frowned slightly and turned to look at Lin Zimo and the others.
"You guys…"
"Is there anything to eat?" he asked slowly.”
His tone was neither polite nor humble.
Ning Wushuang and Lin Zimo looked at each other. With the principle of avoiding trouble, Ning Wushuang reached out to take the luggage. Just as he was about to open it, he heard Yu Zhiwei say angrily,
"Who are you? Do we know each other? Are you beggars?”
Lin Zimo and Ning Wushuang looked at each other in surprise.
Yu Zhiwei rarely got angry. Did this Eldest Senior Brother offend her?
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