"Brother Zhu, are sister Long'er okay?" the child asked.
"It's nothing serious. She has fallen asleep. You can go back and rest," Zhu Yuanlong said. After sending the child away, when he returned to the room, Xiao Diao and Xiao Long were already fast asleep.
There was a faint sound of "pattering" rain outside the house. Zhu Yuanlong walked to the window and opened it. A cold mountain breeze suddenly blew in, bringing with it cool rain and mist, brushing against his face. It was cool as the rain hit the bamboo. While drinking some wine, Meng Jinghong and the young cultivator chose a place not far from Zhu Yuanlong to sit down.
"Mengxianzi, what just happened?" the young cultivator asked in confusion.
"The person opposite is the madman Zhu Yuanlong" Meng Jinghong said, his eyes like a sharp sword piercing Zhu Yuanlong, his voice was not loud, but everyone in the restaurant could hear it clearly. They couldn't help but look at Zhu Yuanlong, with different expressions. Some were shocked by Zhu Yuanlong's boldness, and dared to drink a small drink in a place like Yandu, where dragons and tigers are hidden. Some people looked greedy as if they saw 300 million gold coins, and some even looked greedy. Some people showed indignation The atmosphere in the restaurant became weird as Meng Jinghong's voice settled.