Chapter 565

The Battalion Commander was chatting with Jin Jin Xiangyu, 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 Jin Xiangyu killed that lecherous guest just now.

She quickly lied that she had bumped into her period, and then played around with the soldiers who were teasing her, brushing off the matter of the murder.

Suddenly.

The sound of dense drumbeats rang out.

A group of new guests approached the inn.

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

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

Jin Jin Xiangyu and Ling Ling Yanqiu met eyes, snorted lightly, and rolled their eyes, not knowing what this proprietress with eight hundred schemes was planning.

Ling Ling Yanqiu asked for three upper-class rooms.

At the same time.

The Battalion Commander’s face changed, and he said coldly to Jin Jin Xiangyu: “It wasn’t this day last month; since you say it’s here, say so earlier next time!”

After saying that, he pushed away Jin Jin Xiangyu, who was leaning in.

Inside the cinema, the audience burst into laughter.

“Heh, men.”

“The speed of changing faces is really fast.”

“Battalion Commander, you remember it quite familiarly.”

“If it were me, I’d choose to run the red light.”

“Awesome.”

“……”

Unable to vent his fire, the Battalion Commander took his soldiers and prepared to leave; before going out, the Battalion Commander took out the wanted poster and carefully compared it with Ling Ling Yanqiu’s group, and after not finding Zhao Huai’an, he took his men back to the camp.

Ling Ling Yanqiu and the others found a table and sat down, little knowing that everyone in the inn was eyeing them.

“This place is mine, and the goods are mine; if you mess up the rules, don’t come to me to sell stolen goods or unload cargo in the future, damn it!” Jin Jin Xiangyu said in beautiful Chinese, warning the Jianghu people at another table who were looking at Ling Ling Yanqiu and the others with green eyes.

Then, Jin Jin Xiangyu ran over to deal with Ling Ling Yanqiu and the others.

“The wind and rain from all directions are not as good as the rain of our Dragon Gate Mountain.” Jin Jin Xiangyu started with this sentence, which was actually industry slang.

Ling Ling Yanqiu and the others didn’t answer correctly, instead finding it strange how there could be rain on such a sunny day.

Jin Jin Xiangyu immediately understood that these people were not from the same path.

Afterward, she asked where they came from and where they were going; they answered fluently, but Jin Jin Xiangyu didn’t know if it was true or false.

She had to instruct the inn’s accountant to keep an eye on them and pointed out that Ling Ling Yanqiu was a woman disguised as a man.

“Ah? A woman?” the accountant was surprised.

Jin Jin Xiangyu smiled charmingly and said very confidently: “Anyone who doesn’t look at me, Jin Jin Xiangyu, straight in the eye is definitely not a man.”

It... made a lot of sense.

With this flirtatious proprietress’s sexy figure, natural seductive charm, and beautiful face, there really weren’t many men who didn’t raise their flag when seeing her.

On the other side.

After Ling Ling Yanqiu discovered there was a problem with the buns, she immediately told everyone not to touch them.

“Ling Ling Yanqiu discovered the problem with the buns.”

“She must be an old Jianghu hand.” 25

“It’s possible she has encountered such situations before.”

“The Jianghu waters are deep.”

“……”

Yang Ying and Meng Qian whispered to each other.

It could be clearly seen that the Wu Xia world of *Flying Swords of Dragon Gate* was closer to the life at the bottom of the Jianghu, more grounded, but also more cruel.

Survival of the fittest was the law of this world.

Once you step into the Jianghu, life and death are up to fate, and wealth is up to heaven.

But at this moment.

The group of Jianghu people in the inn ignored Jin Jin Xiangyu’s warning and surrounded them with hostile intent.

Naturally, a Jianghu slaughter was inevitable.

But how could these people be the opponents of the highly skilled Ling Ling Yanqiu? Ling Ling Yanqiu didn’t even stand up; drawing her sword and sheathing it happened in an instant, and two people fell to the ground.

The remaining people didn’t dare to charge at all and quickly fled.

Although she wasn’t Yu Yu Huatian’s opponent, she was already a top-tier expert in the Jianghu.

Immediately after.

Another famous scene of the entire movie arrived.

High energy ahead.

After the Jianghu figures were beaten away, Ling Ling Yanqiu’s group walked upstairs, with Jin Jin Xiangyu holding a candle and walking in front.

Ling Ling Yanqiu asked: “Shopkeeper, what meat is the bun filling?” She asked while walking, her beautiful eyes flowing, though she already had a guess in her heart.

Jin Jin Xiangyu said in a soft voice: “Ten-fragrance meat.”

“What is ten-fragrance meat?”

“Yo, traveler, have you never heard of it? Sun Sun Erniang of Liangshan Marsh sold ten-fragrance meat.”

“Sun Sun Erniang ran a black shop!”

“I run Dragon Gate Inn.”

“I think you look like a mother-ogress.”

“Is that so? This little woman is Jin Jin Xiangyu.”

“It’s a pity that jade sighs in the flaw, and gold is buried in the dirt.”

“Oh my, you speak so well; there are many things in the world that don’t live up to their names, and even more people who are just empty shells.”

This scene.

Two women staged a demonstration of what it means for experts to trade blows, with every move being lethal. (Tactical lean back)

Ling Ling Yanqiu’s offensive was fierce, and Jin Jin Xiangyu was no slouch; she instantly transformed into Wang Xifeng, her mouth truly sharp—ordinary people probably wouldn’t last three seconds before calling out that they couldn’t take it, then surrendering.

The audience shouted that it was satisfying:

“So satisfying.”

“Ling Ling Yanqiu is heroic and spirited, Jin Jin Xiangyu is spicy and charming.”

“This pair is inexplicably good to ship.”

“……”

On the screen.

The camera cut to the desert, where a person in black wearing a bamboo hat was riding a camel, traveling through the dust.

It was Zhao Huai’an, who appeared at the beginning of the movie.

His destination was Dragon Gate Inn, to meet up with Ling Ling Yanqiu.

But he never expected what kind of story was happening in the inn at this moment.

“Wow.”

“Is this something I can watch with my money?”

“Tsk tsk tsk...”

“Tempting people in the middle of the night.”

“The skin is so white; it’s a pity this back isn’t cupped.”

“……”

The cinema was full of excitement—no, it was agitation.

Some parents quickly covered their children’s eyes.

This is not something to be watched.

Not suitable for children.

It turned out that at this very moment, Ling Ling Yanqiu was taking a bath in the place specifically for bathing in the inn.