Zhang Shanfeng wore a mask and blended in the crowd, feeling very relaxed.

This was a rare time of relaxation since he came to this Demon Spirit Temple.

"Hey, is that robe for sale?" Zhang Shanfeng walked a few steps, then returned to the eldest sister who sold masks, and pointed to the men's Hanfu on her shelf and asked.

That dress looked a bit like the one Hao Hao wore when he visited the church before, although it was not as delicate, but it looked quite handsome.

"I found someone to make this dress, I originally wanted to buy it for a big price when I came out of the valley, if you bought it, you can sell it, but it can't be counted in the money of the mask!" said the eldest sister with a pair of shrewd mouse eyes.

She had already hidden the platinum broad beans that Zhang Shanfeng gave her.

Zhang Shanfeng doesn't have anything to hate for this kind of person who loves to settle small accounts, making money.

He didn't bother to ink, so he took out an identical golden broad bean from his arms and threw it to the eldest sister.

Everyone saw that after a while, two things with inflated prices that were difficult to sell were bought by the big customer in front of them, and they couldn't be spent.

She hurriedly took the clothes off the shelf, and without waiting for Zhang Shanfeng's orders, she was going to put them on Zhang Shanfeng's body.

After Zhang Shanfeng waved his hand and refused, he took the clothes, found a secluded place by himself, carefully dressed the clothes, and put the important things in his arms in his arms before reappearing in the middle of the dance floor.

Now Zhang Shanfeng was completely relaxed, his clothes were changed, and his mask was put on, he felt like a criminal who had been imprisoned for ten years and was released after completing his sentence.

Finally, I don't have to hide.

It seems that sometimes it is more relaxing to show people in a mask than to have a real expression.

After all, as a man, being too good-looking is also a burden, and the life of getting flowers and grass everywhere, drinking and getting drunk and everyone getting drunk has made Zhang Shanfeng completely tired.

Now that the mask is on, everyone is the same, listening to the voices, watching the dance, or chatting, and you can feel the fragrance of each other's souls.

It's no wonder that the Phoenix Left Envoy, who has always been against him, has to walk around with a broken mask every day.

In this way, even if they do anything embarrassing, embarrassing, or sinful on weekdays, as long as they wear masks, they will not distinguish each other!

Sin can be passed on to any similar face!

Thinking of this, Zhang Shanfeng couldn't help but sneer.

"Wow, man, your waist is so flexible!"

Suddenly, a tactful voice sounded behind Zhang Shanfeng, obviously talking about him.

Because at this moment, Zhang Shanfeng is gently swaying with the music!

Why is this sound so familiar?

Zhang Shanfeng couldn't help but feel a chill on his body, and finally relaxed for a while, thinking about dancing to see the excitement, and by the way, he sent a message to Bai Yue'er.

Who doesn't open his eyes, come over and talk to himself at this time? Don't recognize yourself anymore! Zhang Shanfeng reluctantly turned his head, and a bewitching and bright face appeared in front of him.

"God, how can it be her!" Zhang Shanfeng was surprised, but he didn't dare to make any movement.

It turned out that the woman behind her was none other than Duan Jiu'er, the proprietress of Xianmanlou!

It's no wonder that Bai Hefan has a good relationship with her, Bai Yue'er is married, there is no reason not to invite her, in the final analysis, her Xianmanlou can be regarded as Bai Yue'er's love!

It's just that Duan Jiu'er at this time is very different from the amorous and chic proprietress she saw in Xianmanlou before.

I saw her carrying a small wine jug in one hand, her face was crimson, and her mouth was hazy, like a woman in the Demon Spirit Palace.

How to put it, it's the kind of eyes full of grief and longing.

Status and wealth could not fill the emptiness in her heart.

They are not like Bai Hefan, they have love, and their eyes reveal indestructible confidence and strength.

"Why don't you speak, are you dumb?" Duan Jiu'er asked with another sip of wine and a smile.

"Uh-uh-" Zhang Shanfeng began to gesticulate, pretending that he couldn't speak.

"It's a pity, with such a good figure, this dress and mask are also very good-looking, even if you look ugly, it's better than being dumb!" Duan Jiu'er said, and one hand touched Zhang Shanfeng's chest muscles.

Zhang Shanfeng just wanted to grab her wrist, but he thought about it.

Duan Jiu'er's martial arts are good, if she is not willing to fight back, she will inevitably reveal flaws.

So Zhang Shanfeng turned to pretend to be innocent with his hands crossed, like a girl who was about to be humiliated, and quickly covered his chest muscles and flashed to the side.

"Oh, it's quite reserved, I like it!" Duan Jiu'er didn't touch it, but became more interested.

"Your mask is good, let me see!" Duan Jiu'er said, stepping forward, his sexy body almost sticking to Zhang Shanfeng's body.

Of course, Zhang Shanfeng didn't dare to fight back, nor did he dare to stop her presumptuous behavior.

So he dodged again and covered the mask with his hands.

"Hahaha, the old lady likes grapes that can't be eaten, man, you have successfully attracted my attention!" Duan Jiu'er said, throwing the small wine jar in his hand into the fire on the side.

The liquor was sprinkled on the flames, and suddenly a high flame burst into flames, and the fire burned even brighter.

The difficult Duan Jiu'er reminded Zhang Shanfeng of when he was upstairs in Xianmanlou, when the two of them had a trick for the first time.

Duan Jiu'er, who hadn't drunk at that time, was fortunately still sensible, and he was not as presumptuous as he was in the Demon Spirit Palace.

What's wrong with her today? Why is she so out of shape, she is also a big boss of a famous restaurant!

Could it be that they were infected by the women of the Demon Spirit Temple, and their attitude towards men was so disrespectful?

Zhang Shanfeng, who was unwilling to be willing to become a plaything, naturally did not want to be caught like this.

You can't reveal your identity because of this.

So Zhang Shanfeng turned around and avoided Duan Jiu'er's chase again.

The more Duan Jiu'er couldn't touch Zhang Shanfeng, the more like a little leopard in heat, chasing after him.

She drank and walked a little swaying from side to side, but her movements were quite dexterous.

As Zhang Shanfeng's dodge became faster and faster, she also used her housekeeping skills, like a drunken fist, chasing after Zhang Shanfeng to take off Zhang Shanfeng's mask.

Every time he was about to encounter it, he was successfully dodged by Zhang Shanfeng.

Although on the surface, Zhang Shanfeng seemed to be very difficult to dodge every time, but Zhang Shanfeng was only a little faster than Duan Jiu'er every time in order to pretend to be weak.

In this way, the two men chased each other around the fire like a dance, and soon attracted a group of young men and women who followed their steps.

Everyone may think that Duan Jiu'er and Zhang Shanfeng's behavior is flirting, so they have followed suit.

Several naughty girls chased after the men they had been dancing with all night, trying to take off their masks.

"Man, if you run again, I'll be angry!" Duan Jiu'er said angrily after another miss.

She felt that she must have drunk too much, so she couldn't even deal with a dumb person.

"Uh-huh......" Zhang Shanfeng made a gesture with his hands folded, signaling that if you are not chasing me, I will not run.

Although Duan Jiu'er drank too much, she was naughty, so she also pretended to agree to Zhang Shanfeng.

Just when Zhang Shanfeng wanted to relax his vigilance and prepare to leave the dance floor, Duan Jiu'er suddenly pounced again.

Like an eagle catching a chicken, open your arms and go to the peak of Zhangzhang.

She planned to hug Zhang Shanfeng first, and then take off his mask, which would be easy.

Duan Jiu'er was confident that she would succeed this time, because she was closer to Zhang Shan Peak than any before.

I hugged him hard with my eyes closed!

When Duan Jiu'er drunkenly lifted the mask, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

An average-looking man looked at Duan Jiu'er with squinting eyes, but was slapped hard by Duan Jiu'er!

Zhang Shanfeng flashed too fast, making Duan Jiu'er hug other men!

Although she drank too much, she could still see that the clothes were wrong, and the mask was even more wrong!

Zhang Shanfeng, wearing the beautiful mask of King Lanling, was standing aside and looking at her quietly!

Duan Jiu'er, who missed again, didn't make her feel better after beating people, she was stunned for a while, as if she was stuck in contemplation of something, and suddenly, she opened her sexy and plump lips and began to cry.

While crying, he wiped his tears with his sleeve and ran out of the dance floor.

Zhang Shanfeng was also confused by her sudden move, what's wrong, did you cry without taking advantage?

Why are there so many tears in women, it's hard to!