Chapter 485

Xiao Mochen patted Huang Rong's head.

In the end, he only took Zhong Ling on the road.

Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing both stayed in Wushuang City to accompany Huang Rong.

Time flew by, and another half month passed.

The Jibei, a land of bitter cold.

Snow was drifting, and the wind was howling.

The whole world looked like a vast expanse of white.

It seemed as if the white snow had covered all filth.

And just at this moment, the creaking sound of carriage wheels rang out.

A carriage could be seen traveling through the snow.

This strange sound was exceptionally crisp and pleasant in the empty snowfield.

"Brother Chen, I'm cold!"

Zhong Ling was wearing a sable coat, yet she still opened the carriage curtain to burrow into Xiao Mochen's arms.

If the world were to see that Xiao Mochen had turned into a mere carriage driver at this moment, they would surely be shocked.

This was the famous Martial God, Xiao Mochen.

He had actually become a carriage driver.

"You little girl, are you being greedy for food again?"

"Come, have a drink!"

Xiao Mochen lifted his wine flask and took a gulp of fine wine.

The next moment, he lowered his head and fed the wine directly into Zhong Ling's mouth.

Instantly, Zhong Ling's cheeks turned bright red.

It seemed as if they were so delicate they were about to bleed.

After a long while, she said slowly:

"Brother Mochen, this Jibei land has no signs of people for a hundred miles."

"Is this really the road to Snow Moon City?"

"The reason Snow Moon City can be listed as one of the nine famous cities."

"Its geographical location is one of the reasons!"

Xiao Mochen said slowly.

Snow Moon City has three great Sword Immortals.

Compared to other famous cities, it doesn't necessarily have an advantage.

But unfortunately, Snow Moon City is located in the Jibei, where few people visit.

Therefore, in this sparsely populated place, it is a rare famous city.

Moreover, Snow Moon City once had a Divine Roaming Mysterious Realm expert sitting in town.

As they were talking, a small frozen river appeared ahead.

On the other side of the river, there was a house leaning against the mountain.

It had a unique poetic and picturesque quality.

As the carriage approached, Xiao Mochen saw a sign hanging on it.

It had the four large characters: Snow Falling Villa.

"Guest, are you here for a meal or to stay?"

Hearing the sound of the carriage at the door, a waiter immediately came out to greet them.

"Bring out your best wine and food first!"

Xiao Mochen took Zhong Ling off the carriage.

They stepped into this Snow Falling Villa.

It was hard to imagine that in such a remote place, there was such an antique-scented house.

"Brother Mochen, there is actually such an inn in this wilderness!"

"It wouldn't be a black shop, would it?"

Zhong Ling said mysteriously.

"You little girl, I think you're hoping it's a black shop!"

Xiao Mochen patted Zhong Ling's head.

This girl loved to join in the fun.

She was eccentric, and along the way, she loved it when others caused trouble.

Relying on her Innate cultivation, she had earned herself the title of 'Clever Fairy'.

"Otherwise, who would open a shop in such a wilderness!"

"Didn't Brother say that the more remote the place, the more likely a black shop is to appear!"

Zhong Ling pouted.

"Guest, you can't just say things like that!"

"We do honest business; although our shopkeeper is a bit strange, it is definitely not a black shop!"

The waiter explained hurriedly.

But the more he explained, the more excited Zhong Ling became.

As they sat down, Zhong Ling took out an ingot of silver.

"Tell us, how strange is your shopkeeper!"

"This silver will be yours!"

Zhong Ling smiled; what she loved most was listening to stories.

Xiao Mochen saw this scene and didn't stop her.

In fact, Xiao Mochen knew about the owner of this Snow Falling Villa from his previous life.

Xiao Se, he shared the same surname as him.

He was also a prince of the Beili Dynasty.

However, he was too lazy to reveal Xiao Se's identity.

Like a passerby, watching all this from the sidelines didn't seem bad either.

And the waiter carefully glanced at the window of the inn, where a man wearing sable fur was sitting.

"That is our shopkeeper, let me tell you."

"Our shopkeeper has a few quirks; the first is that he wears that same piece of clothing all year round and never changes it!"

The waiter said cautiously.

"Then doesn't he stink?"

"Or is he very poor, so poor that he can't even afford to buy clothes!"

Zhong Ling curiously looked at the man in sable fur; he was cold.

But he was also a bit handsome.

No matter how you looked at it, he had a pretentious feeling; compared to Brother Mochen, he was far behind.

And almost at the same time, a light cough rang out.

The shopkeeper at the window clearly heard Zhong Ling's words.

At this moment, his head was buzzing.

What did he just hear?

So poor he couldn't even afford to buy clothes?

"You little girl, what do you know!"

The shopkeeper stood up.

"This clothing of mine was custom-made by the best weaver at the Heavenly Embroidery Workshop."

"A single cuff costs eight hundred taels of silver!"

"Have you ever seen someone so poor?"

The shopkeeper couldn't help but walk toward Xiao Mochen.