In this way, the entire team arrived at an inn in the desert and ushered in the first night.

The weather here is like a woman's face, changing as soon as possible, the temperature drops rapidly, and a gust of wind blows, like a biting. In addition to the radiant light of the sky, the entire desert is trapped in eternal darkness, and occasionally a lone wolf can be heard.

howl.

The vastness and desolation are synonymous with this place.

This inn covers a large area, but it is very simple, and many of them are still sand and stone walls. Not only Zhou Jian and his party stay here, but many caravans traveling back and forth are also here.

In the stable, there were flocks of horses, and in the hall, the wine and meat were fragrant.

The sudden stop of hundreds of people naturally attracted the attention of the inn.

"Dear guests, please come in quickly, Cha Da, Cha Er, and you, come and welcome the distinguished guests!" A middle-aged man with the appearance of a shopkeeper shouted, wearing a thick sheepskin jacket, with a beard on the corner of his mouth, and a kind of sensation.

The feeling of a profiteer.

Suddenly, many servants quickly came out.

What they were talking about Western dialect, which Zhou Jian and others couldn't understand at all.

Seeing Zhou Jian's warning eyes, Loulan could only take the words and said, "How many rooms are there?"

The shopkeeper's eyes flashed, glanced at so many people, and smiled, "There are houses, but they are..."

He wanted to speak but stopped, looking embarrassed.

Zhou Jian saw what he was thinking at first sight, gave Loulan a look, and Loulan said, "We want all of them, please pay the money according to the head."

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper was immediately overjoyed. After all, the caravan with more than 200 people was obviously a caravan with no shortage of money: "Yes, yes!"

"Come on, please invite it inside. Although the shop is a bit short, there are still dozens of wing rooms and there are many beds, which can definitely be accommodated!"

Seeing this, everyone was unhappy. The shopkeeper was so terrible. He had dozens of rooms, but he wanted to charge more than 200 people for room fees.

But it’s better to have less than more things, and it doesn’t matter if you give more money.

Zhou Jian was about to bring people in, but suddenly, a harsh sound came from another direction.

"Do you have dozens of wing rooms? We want it!" His voice was arrogant and arrogant, as if he was giving orders.

Immediately afterwards, a bag of silver was thrown over and hit the shopkeeper.

Yang Wei and others frowned collectively, looking up unhappy, and saw a team of only fifty people approaching under the torch. They looked like caravans, but they all carried scimitars, tall and big, and very bearded.

It's long, giving people a feeling that it's not easy to mess with.

"Your Majesty, these people should be scimitars in the desert, similar to those of our Central Plains, but they are notorious, they are forcing them to buy and sell, and even kill their employers." Yang Wei whispered.

When Zhou Jian heard this, he frowned deeply. The tree wanted to be quiet but the wind did not stop. There were people who couldn't open their eyes everywhere!

As soon as the shopkeeper saw Yinzi, his eyes immediately opened wide and a green light shone.

He was a human spirit. He knew that this group of people was carrying scimitars and was a famous scimitar in the Western Regions Desert. He immediately caused trouble to the east: "This, this, my lords, there are only so many rooms in this room, but they...

”

"Hmph! They?"

"They go out and go to the desert to camp. I have given the money. Those who don't open their eyes can try it!" A man with a beard and scarred face said arrogantly. He was full of threats and seemed to let Zhou Jian and his party know about it.

Retreat in difficulty.

The entire Qingtian Prison was furious, so brave!

Guanyin maid was so angry that her pretty face turned red and was about to explode. But at the critical moment, Zhou Jian stopped everyone and whispered: "The general's sword, if you don't kill ants, we must keep a low profile in everything and not expose the Han people.

Identity, otherwise there will be a lot of trouble on the way to the Nile."

He was very open-minded and had no concern for the world's trend in his eyes. He had no regard for these scimitars, and his voice was very low, only Master Ku, Guan Shan and others could hear it.
Chapter completed!