That Yang Xianqing was dragged away by a group of people, and there were blood stains on the ground.

There are a few people in the back, all of them are as quiet as a cicada, and they dare not come out.

There are a few who have a good relationship with Yang Xianqing, and there are one or two, and there are faint water stains flowing out of the crotch.

Where are the legs still commanded, fluttering and trembling.

Brother Gongzi with a fan, covered in blood, turned his head and stretched out his hand, stroking any part of the stage little by little. Until all the corners were touched, he put that finger into his mouth and sucked it a little bit.

The scene was calm for a while, and no one spoke.

Only the fan-wielding boy sucked his index finger and made sound again and again.

"Master Jiang, today's hour has passed, you are picking a good day and an auspicious day, and you are starting over. Remember, it is more sincere than today, and you know that if there is a little bit, even if it is a speck of dust, a murmur from an outsider, then you. ”

"And all of you, I'm sure your heads will fall off with a knife. Remember, I'm talking about everyone in this room!"

After the fan-wielding boy finished speaking, he shook his hair, turned around and walked away.

Only a group of people were left to their knees one by one, staring at each other in amazement.

Although the core circle of the Bafang Sword Gate has been driven away, it is very lively outside.

Although it is not the day of worship, there are still a lot of people who come to visit.

The fan-wielding boy walked out under the escort of a group of people. The face is light and breezy, although it has been treated in front of him, but there are still spots and red spots.

The fan-wielding boy retracted the fan and slammed into the person in front of him.

The whole person leaned back and almost fell, but fortunately he was supported by several followers.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my eyes are long, I didn't pay attention to it just now, I'm really sorry. The man chuckled lightly.

A few followers around the fan-wielding brother had already drawn out their knives, just waiting for the master's order.

The fan-wielding brother glanced at the person and smiled: "Childe, but you're here to visit?"

The man laughed: "Brother Tai is really not, I didn't know that this place was famous at all, but I just came here when I saw a lot of people." ”

"Not only are you blind, but your ears are probably not very bright! Don't you know that there are big people here?"

"Where's the big shot?"

"Presumptuous!" several of the surrounding entourages drew their knives and slashed directly.

"Bold!" roared the fan-wielding boy, and the entourage immediately stopped moving.

"Did I tell you to move?"

"Damn it!" replied several of the attendants behind him.

The person who bumped into this boy and brother was none other than Wang Luo.

"It turns out that you are talking about yourself, and you really can't see it, you nobleman. After Wang Luo finished speaking, he went downstairs and directly hugged the fan-wielding boy.

Several of the attendants around him were stunned and at a loss.

Even the fan-wielding brother was a little surprised, and then made a small move to tell them not to act rashly.

"Brother's eyes are healed?"

"Haha it's interesting! There's a chance to find a tavern in the city and have a few drinks together." Wang Luo said.

"Yes!"

"Then it's a deal!" Wang Luo didn't continue to talk after speaking, and turned to leave.

The fan-wielding boy, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, looked at the direction where Wang Luo was gone, thoughtful.