But Mu Sheng has always advocated that "there is no need to be guarded against others". Even if she sees the harmless appearance of this baby-faced young man, she has not removed her heart.

Will ordinary people be assassinated by so many men in black?

Mu Sheng smiled while going down the stairs, "I don't plan to save anyone, but those people seem to treat me as your group, I'm helpless."

Seeing her so casual, she clearly didn't plan to save anyone, it was all for herself. The baby-faced young man still stood upstairs and smiled: "No matter what, I have nothing to do, I will rely on the girl to save me."

"Whatever you do." Mu Sheng ignored him, walked downstairs and went to the shopkeeper, bent down, and asked the shopkeeper's trembling at the bottom of the table: "Shopkeeper, do you still have a room? My room was smashed and I can't live in it."

The shopkeeper looked at Mu Sheng like a monster.

Is this girl not mindful? There are many corpses downstairs and upstairs, and blood is still flowing. Others are afraid of what they are like. This girl doesn't need buffering and just wants to have a room again.

Upstairs, while someone began to deal with the injury on his right arm, he was also watching the baby-faced young man below. Seeing Mu Sheng's change, he was lazy and calm, and was extraordinary, he admired him quite a lot.

This girl is extraordinary.

Mu Sheng asked twice, and the shopkeeper swallowed and said with great difficulty: "I was dissatisfied with the guest today. There is a room on the inside of the left side of the second floor, and it seems that it has not been damaged. You are really sleepy, so go to that room first to rest."

"Thank you." Mu Sheng arrived with thanks readily. He quickly went to the second floor with his bag and bow and arrow. He still ignored the baby-faced young master and the others. He went straight to the left and went to the innermost room. There was no one living there and was not damaged, so he went in and closed the door and put on his clothes and went to bed.

The sound of the door closing, the baby-faced young man listened, but there was a smile in his eyes.

I don't know whose girl is quite suitable for him.

The wives and concubines in his family were too boring, which made him bored. But this girl seemed lazy and indifferent, but in fact she was choking with a pot of strong wine and had the ability.

He appreciates it.

Some followers had already gone downstairs and gave the shopkeeper three thousand taels of silver notes as compensation for the damaged things tonight. So much money, the shopkeeper was naturally happy.

As for the corpse, the shopkeeper originally intended to report to the official, but the follower and the shopkeeper said that he would report to the official by himself. Although the shopkeeper was strange, he agreed.

I think they are all reporting to officials, and it's the same if he doesn't report to them.

The baby-faced young man looked at the room on the left where the door had closed at the innermost part of the left before turning around and entering the room, allowing people to better deal with the injuries on his arm.

His room was quite messy, but no one died inside. He could just clean up and continue living.

He sat down.

Seeing a follower standing at the door, frowning and looking at the direction where the girl disappeared just now, he said, "Is there any problem?"

Then the entourage hurriedly followed into the room, respectfully clasped his fists and reported: "That girl just now looks familiar."

"Familiar? Where have you seen it?"

"I can't remember it for a moment."

"Wait until tomorrow..." The baby-faced young man took the tea in his other hand, took a sip, and continued, "Ask her what her name is and where is the person."

He didn't have time to ask.
Chapter completed!