Chapter 334 Lord of Tianmen City

On the way to the City Lord's Mansion, Song Lanyi's anger had calmed down.

She could feel that before, she was dominated by emotions and did not treat the Seventh Prince of Yama with a completely rational attitude.

But even so, she has no regrets.

How can we be rational in everything in this world?

It also depends on who you are targeting and what you are targeting.

Just as he was thinking about it, His Highness Yama next to him suddenly had a straight face and scolded: "Stupid!"

Song Lanyi was stunned.

Could it be that this eldest brother is here to avenge himself?

She was secretly on guard, but she always felt that she was thinking wrongly...

How could I be wrong...

She frowned and thought deeply.

He suddenly asked, "What do you think this tea... tastes like?"

Really similar?

The bronze door lock of the ancient courtyard clicked, as if welcoming visitors from afar.

A gust of wind passed by, and fallen leaves seemed to be rolled up in the courtyard, and there was a rustling sound of leaves rubbing against each other.

This idiot Crab Shiba has never told him before that this young Nineteenth Sister is actually so observant.

Yan Sandan originally wanted to say "no brains", but he was concerned that it was the first time he met Song Lanyi, so saying this would be too straightforward, so when the words came to his lips, he had to change his words.

He had a cold face and pursed his lips tightly, not daring to say another word.

Only now did she smile sincerely.

But, he obviously didn’t expose anything?

The moment Yan Sandan's pupils shrank suddenly, Song Lanyi keenly captured this moment.

There is a sense of returning to one's original nature.

"Enter.",

A low and magnetic voice sounded in Song Lanyi's ears.

She stopped, turned sideways, looked at Yan Sandan, and said with a smile, "Third brother, just send it here. Brother Eighteen, I need you to take more care of me."

Following human etiquette, she bowed to the city lord before standing up, "Human Song Lanyi has met the city lord of Tianmen City."

There was a knock on the door of the small courtyard.

After a pause, he pointed to the sky and said, "In the eyes of the city lord, everything you do must have traces to follow. Don't even think about telling lies."

Because in her opinion, the feeling the Lord of Tianmen City brought to her was even more terrifying than the feeling Sheng Mo had in front of her.

Now it was the turn of the city lord, who had always been calm and composed, to be stunned.

Like what?

Song Lanyi was confused, but she didn't show it.

It is completely different from the palaces of those fake Emperor Fengdu in the Southern Yin Division.

But for some reason, Song Lanyi felt a sense of desolation in her ears.

The city lord filled a cup of tea, handed it to Song Lanyi, and made a "please" gesture.

Song Lanyi was stunned, "Is this tea? It seems to have no taste."

But the strange thing is that compared to those neatly stacked palaces, this small courtyard has a majestic feeling that has been polished by time.

The dark and deep eyes of the Lord of Tianmen City looked straight at Song Lanyi, as if he wanted to see the bottom of her heart.

"You know me?"

This kind of horror does not mean that there is a feeling of a mountain falling apart and the earth falling apart in an instant.

He only raised his head when he heard footsteps approaching from far away.

The moment he saw Song Lanyi, he subconsciously squinted his eyes, perhaps because the backlight was too harsh, and sighed in a low voice, "It really looks like..."

Upon hearing these words, Yan Sandan's whole body tensed up, and he felt that his scalp was going to explode, and the white hair on his back was dripping with sweat.

Song Lanyi felt that Yan Sandan was not a person who spoke freely.

Suddenly, an unbelievable thought came to his mind...Song Lanyi, she found out?!

There was only a "squeak" sound, and the door slowly opened.

He said calmly, "Sit."

"Lord of Tianmen City?" The man in the dark cloak raised his head and let out a deep laugh from his throat.

Only then did Yan Sandan realize that he had fallen into Song Lanyi's trap.

Song Lanyi drank a cup.

When they arrived at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, Song Lanyi looked at this mediocre ancient courtyard, which was full of desolation.

A long sigh seemed to be sighing: "Tianmen City... is actually gone a long time ago."

The man lowered his head and carefully touched the long knife in his hand.

The whole journey was silent.

It's the calm before the blizzard, the silence before the volcano erupts.

Yan Sandan felt the veins on his forehead bulging and beating.

After saying that, the man in black clothes took out a pot of boiling tea from somewhere. The white steam was thick and white, forming a white mist.

The more Song Lanyi behaves like this, the more certain he becomes that Song Lanyi has guessed something.

Yan Sandan was a little uncomfortable. After a long while, he finally revealed his tone and said thoughtfully, "Don't be too nervous, and don't play tricks..."

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."

Yan Sandan's face changed suddenly, and he turned cold. He shook his head and denied, "I, Yan Sandan, have always stayed in Tianmen City. How can I know you? Don't talk nonsense!"

I saw a man with a weathered face, slightly white temples, and frosty eyebrows, sitting on a stone chair.

But before she could think deeply, she saw His Highness the Third Prince had a long face and said as if he hated iron and steel, "Even the brainless Lao Qi is worthy of your anger? You are not the only one who makes decisions before taking action."

The genius of the human race? Why are you so... careless?"

Song Lanyi nodded and said "oh" meaningfully.

Although Song Lanyi didn't know the way clearly, but out of animal instinct, she still sat down obediently, even placing her hands on her knees in an orderly manner, like a well-behaved primary school student.

Hearing his words, Song Lanyi's heart trembled, and she couldn't help but feel a little more curious about this city lord who she had never met before, but whose hands and eyes were as bright as the sky.

When they were approaching the city lord's mansion, Song Lanyi suddenly chuckled and said meaningfully, "Yan Sandan, Xie Shiba... your name is quite similar to the name of an old friend of mine."

Song Lanyi walked slowly into the ancient courtyard. When she opened her eyes, she saw a simple stone table and stone chairs on the wet green steps, stretching upward.

After Song Lanyi heard this, he was not angry, but gave Yan Sandan a strange look.

He wore a black cloak on his back, and the sleeves under his other shoulder were empty.

The two of them just walked on in silence.

The tea has a emerald green color.

After a long while, a chuckle escaped from his mouth, "Throughout the ages, there have been people who drank my cup of tea, and some of them were even more talented than you."

"They have all tasted this cup of tea. Some said the tea was sour and hard to swallow, some said it was bitter, even spicy, fresh and sweet, and all the flavors of life seemed to be contained in the taste of this cup of tea. But your answer is,

A unique example."

At the end of the sentence, the city lord seemed to recall the previous answer.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but bring a smile, "How can you only use one taste to capture the various flavors of life? After a thousand sails, it is better than a cup of colorless and tasteless water. But I have doubts. With your experience, how can you do this?

A transparent mentality?”
Chapter completed!