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Chapter 389 Yellow River Tea House

Chapter 389 Yellow River Tea House ([-]rd update)

The water of the Yellow River is surging.

In a small tea house along the Yellow River, a woman in emerald clothes put down her sword, took off her bamboo hat and put it on a greasy table.

"Shopkeeper, have a bowl of tea."

"May I ask this guest officer what kind of tea do you want?" The waiter asked casually, and then he caught a glimpse of the woman's face under the bamboo hat, and couldn't help being surprised: "Why..."

"Chrysanthemum tea." He Ping said quietly, "And call Lao Li."

The shop waiter in coarse white clothes took a good look at He Ping, made her a bowl of yellow chrysanthemum tea, and looked at the woman in green who was sitting down: "Master Li is over there, why don't you go over there?"

He Ping shook her head quietly, picked up the tea bowl and sniffed the aroma gently, and then took a sip.

Put down the bowl.

"Just here."

The waiter nodded.

"Ok."

Not long after, an old man with a hunched head and a white scarf came out from the tea stand, and he saw He Ping drinking tea in the most conspicuous place at a glance. opposite.

"Why is your aunt here at this time?"

"Can't I come?" He Ping asked quietly.

She was still drinking the chrysanthemum tea in the bowl.

"I heard that Ning Huan is going to Los Angeles, how did you come out at this juncture?" the old man said with a sigh.

"I was kicked out." He Ping said quietly.

"Who dares to chase you away!" The old man slapped his thigh in disbelief.

"It really is." He Ping said lightly, "He thinks I'm old."

He Ping is only 29, let alone old, not even middle-aged.

But of course the old man understood who He Ping was talking about.

"He wants to prop up this stall in Los Angeles alone?" the old man looked at He Ping and said in disbelief.

"He thinks so." He Ping said quietly.

"Do you believe him?" the old man continued.

"If I don't believe it, I won't come out." He Ping looked back at Huang He: "I have seen Shang Li, but I have not seen Ning Huan."

The Yellow River is rolling eastward, and the sky hangs high tomorrow, which is particularly dazzling.

"I know how strong Shang Li is, so I can imagine how strong Ning Huan is now."

"If you weren't in Los Angeles, I'm afraid Los Angeles would be turned upside down now." The old man said with a sigh.

"En." He Ping simply hummed.

"Aren't you worried?" the old man looked at He Ping and said.

He Ping was just drinking tea: "If I was worried, I wouldn't be here."

"Anyway, it's enough that he won't die."

"If I were in Los Angeles, I would not be able to see many things."

"Out of sight is pure."

"Besides, I want to see it too."

He Ping said this, and looked at the old man in front of her: "How far has he grown?"

"So you think he has grown up enough to wrestle with Ning Huan?" The old man looked at He Ping like he was looking crazy.

"Others can't, but he can." He Ping said.

"do you know?"

"Actually, I have never handed him a hand."

"Since we were young, we have never exchanged hands once."

"But I always believe that if we really fight to the death."

"Then the last person who survived must be him."

Hearing He Ping's words, the old man shook his head: "This is impossible."

"You never lose."

He Ping lowered her head and smiled: "Yes, I have never lost."

"But he's watched me fight too many times."

"My fighting style, my fighting style has no secrets in his eyes."

"I never hid anything from him either."

"He said he used to look at me, no matter how he looked at me, he felt that I was unfathomable, and he couldn't see my so-called limit."

"But now, he said he saw it."

"And tell me."

"It's not that he has become stronger, but that I have become weaker."

"Although I really don't want to admit it."

"But he's right."

"I am indeed not as strong as I was when I was the strongest."

"I've never lost before."

"But it doesn't mean I haven't lost in the future."

"Especially if the opponent is him."

Hearing He Ping's words, the old man finally sighed deeply: "I don't think that child will attack you."

"I don't think so either." He Ping smiled.

"But I hope." He Ping looked into the old man's eyes when she said this.

"If one day I am forced to do something to him, I will do it with the goal of killing him."

"Then I hope that he will be the last one to survive."

The woman's expression was bright and calm, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

The old man did not want to continue this topic.

He looked at Chang He behind He Ping.

"You think he can beat Ning Huan?"

"I don't know." He Ping said.

"If he can beat you, then he can win Ning Huan." The old man said.

He Ping lowered her head and smiled: "Why do you always think highly of me?"

The old man really didn't laugh: "Because I know what battles you have experienced, and I also know that you have experienced those battles. You have not lost the last time, not even once."

"This is enough."

He Ping turned her head and said with a smile, "Maybe it's my luck?"

"It's impossible for a person to be lucky all the time." The old man said quietly: "Although I know that you are really going to die, but before you die, you are the most terrifying killer in the world, bar none."

"I may live a little longer." He Ping replied calmly, "And I really don't want to lose once, to prove you wrong."

"If you can win, try to win."

"If you lose, you will be unhappy, and if you lose, you will die. You will not be able to do many things you want to do."

"Also, I believe that he can't kill Ning Huan now, his martial arts are very..." He Ping paused for a moment, not knowing how to describe it: "Very chicken thief? Or shameless?" ? Or is it very mushroom?"

"In short, his martial arts are different from the martial arts we are familiar with."

"He can beat me because he is so familiar with me, so even if I am better than him, he can still beat me."

"But for Ning Huan, who he is not familiar with, even if he could really kill Ning Huan, he would not do it."

Listening to He Ping's careful description, the old man sighed: "You two really know each other best in this world."

"After all, we've been together for a long time." He Ping said with a smile.

"Ning Huanhuan has arrived in Los Angeles, right?" He Ping looked at the old man, without smiling this time.

"It's already here." The old man looked at He Ping and said.

"It's so fast." He Ping couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Yes, he is Ning Huan after all." The old man said.

"Ning Huan stopped Shaolin Temple's little Vajra-subduing demon array on the long street. After breaking the array, he continuously injured Hei Wu, the protector of Luojiao, and the little girl in your inn, Duan Wu, and finally took Ning Xia to Luocheng Hongxiu Zhao."

"Fang Bie didn't make a move."

The old man looked at He Ping and said.

He Ping lowered her head and sighed: "No wonder he insisted on driving me out."

(End of this chapter)