Chapter 1143

The Battalion Commander and Jin Xiangyu were chatting, his hands never staying still, but the next second he touched a handful of blood. The Battalion Commander was a bit confused—why was there blood?

It was actually left behind when Jin Xiangyu killed that lecherous guest earlier.

She quickly lied, claiming she had "hit red," meaning she was on her period, and then joked around with the soldiers who were teasing her, brushing off the murder.

Suddenly.

The sound of dense drumbeats rang out.

A group of new guests approached the inn.

It was Ling Yanqiu and four righteous warriors, two of whom were carrying baskets containing the two children rescued from the Eastern Depot.

The commotion in the inn stopped instantly; everyone looked at them, and the soundtrack played a desolate and melodious flute tune.

Jin Xiangyu and Ling Yanqiu locked eyes, Jin Xiangyu let out a light hum, her eyes rolling—who knew what this proprietress with eight hundred schemes was planning.

Ling Yanqiu asked for three superior rooms.

At the same time.

The Battalion Commander's face changed, and he said coldly to Jin Xiangyu: "It wasn't this date last month; you come whenever you want. Tell me earlier next time!"

Having said that, he pushed away Jin Xiangyu, who was leaning in.

Inside the theater, the audience burst into laughter.

"Heh, men."

"The speed of changing faces is truly fast."

"Lord Battalion Commander remembers it quite familiarly."

"If it were me, I'd choose to run the red light."

"Awesome."

"..."

Unable to vent his fire, the Battalion Commander prepared to leave with his soldiers. Before going out, he took out the wanted poster and carefully compared it with Ling Yanqiu's group. Finding no Zhao Huaian, he took his men back to camp.

Ling Yanqiu and the others found a table and sat down, little knowing that everyone in the entire inn had their eyes on them.