Chapter 487

A figure in red burst into the inn instantly.

Everyone looked over and saw that the person who arrived was a handsome young man.

Although it was a snowy day, the young man was dressed thinly.

His chest was even wide open, giving people a sense of heroism and righteousness.

And on his back, he carried a long object wrapped in cloth strips, as if it were some precious item.

Moreover, as soon as the youth entered the inn, he radiated heat, instantly melting the ice and snow on his body.

At first glance, he was a young master from a noble family.

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

The waiter ran over hurriedly.

Business at Snow Falling Villa was good today; it seemed everyone who came was a fat sheep.

This youth must be like Xiao Mochen and Huang Rong, very wealthy.

"A bowl of plain noodles, a bowl of old fermented wine!"

The youth's voice was sonorous and powerful.

The waiter's feet slipped upon hearing this; he never expected the fat sheep to order the cheapest food.

Moreover, he saw the youth carefully feeling around in his chest, and finally, he took out a few copper coins and placed them on the table.

"It's six copper coins, right?"

The youth grinned.

Waiter: "..."

At this moment, he felt incredibly disappointed and took a long time to react.

"Guest, you've got it wrong!"

"Plain noodles are five copper coins, old fermented wine is three copper coins, that's eight in total."

"How could that be?"

"I came from Honglu Town, the plain noodles there only cost four copper coins, and the old fermented wine only costs two!"

The youth couldn't help but argue.

The waiter rolled his eyes upon hearing this, "Guest, this is the place where the brain-dead shit, if you want to eat two-copper-coin wine, go a hundred miles outside!"

The youth blushed with shame upon hearing this.

And Zhong Ling, seeing this scene, finally couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother Mochen, you were right!"

"This Far North land is indeed a place of bitter cold."

"They can't even afford a bowl of plain noodles!"

Instantly, the youth's face turned even redder.

"Who said I can't afford it? My money bag was stolen!"

The youth argued.

"Alright!"

"Little friend, if you don't mind, come over and eat with us!"

"My treat!"

Xiao Mochen smiled and extended an invitation.

He recognized the person's identity: Lei Wujie of the Lei Family Fortress.

He was also a person who valued affection and righteousness.

He was even the younger brother of Snow Moon Sword Immortal Li Hanyi.

It wouldn't be bad to recruit him as a thug.

"That's embarrassing!"

Lei Wujie grinned, but his body was very honest.

He ran to Xiao Mochen's table instantly.

He picked up a chicken leg and began to eat voraciously.

It was as if a starving ghost had been reincarnated.

"How rude!"

Zhong Ling couldn't help but show her disdain.

"If you were as hungry as I was for a few days, you'd know the feeling!"

"Who knows, you might be even more anxious than me!"

Lei Wujie was starving; he explained while devouring his food.

But just at this moment, another shout came from the door.

"Waiter, bring out all your best wine and food!"

Everyone looked over and saw a group of men walking into the inn.

These people were all dressed in coarse cloth, with fleshy faces; they looked very poor at first glance.

The waiter hurried to greet them upon hearing this.

"Guests, how much do you want?"

"Nonsense, bring as much as you have!"

Just as Xiao Mochen had seen in his previous life.

The waiter and these martial artists had a conversation, demanding payment before serving the food.

This instantly angered everyone.

The big man threw the knife in his hand onto the table.

"No money, just my life!"

"Tell me, is your life big, or is my knife fast!"

The big man sneered.

"Big Brother, why waste so much breath on them?"

"Look at this inn, there are quite a few fat sheep; we don't have money, but these people do!"

Suddenly, some martial artists set their sights on the shopkeeper and Xiao Mochen's group.

"If I were you, I wouldn't provoke them!"