Soon after Yu Sheng left, the positioning effect on the two black-clothed guards was also lifted over time.

"Young master, I am incompetent, please punish the young master!"

When they turned around and saw Yang Wei who was planted on the ground with a weak face, the two couldn't help but exclaim in surprise and quickly knelt on the ground.

"I'm going home!"

Yang Wei waved his hand weakly, a trace of hatred appeared on his pale face, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I must take revenge, let that damn dog mongrel live better than die!"

Although he can't move when hit by Ordin, he can hear and see it.

The two of them were fine, but Yang Wei was seriously injured by this, and the protector was not at fault, even if they were cultivators of the Bone Realm martial arts, they would inevitably be punished by that woman.

The two black-clothed guards glanced at each other, hurriedly stepped forward, smashed the floor with one palm, pulled Yang Wei out of the floor, put it on his back, and quickly left.

At this point, only Fat Da and Di Ze are left in the messy private room!

"Hehe, kill two birds with one stone, Brother Di is really calculating!"

Fat Da straightened his waist and looked at the old man Di Ze with a sneer.

"Oh, what's the point of the fat brother? You and I are allies, how can I calculate against you?"

Di Ze's face was full of inexplicability, and he looked a little innocent.

"Hahaha The news is what I inquired about, and I called the one surnamed Yang the young master, but you emphasized it. As you said before, the road is slippery when it's dark, and the society is complicated, so after Brother Di, you have to be careful!"

Fat Da laughed wildly, with a touch of ruthlessness on his face, and said in a cold voice.

"Oh, well, it's a pity, I didn't expect that Yu Mi Yijie Tongmai to be really so strong!

Di Ze's face was expressionless, and there was a trace of regret in his eyes.

It's just a little bit close, it's just a little bit like I can get rid of that weird Yu Mi!

As for this fat man, he is just an unlucky ghost who happened to be chosen by him!

"Humph!"

Fat Da snorted coldly, stopped speaking, flicked his robe, and walked out of the door.

"Hey, where is this lord going?"

As soon as he reached the door, a middle-aged man with slightly red cheeks, lips like flames, and a beard on his chin, dressed in a red gauze robe, blocked his way.

"You dare to stand in my way?"

Fat Da's eyes narrowed slightly, the yellow light on his body surged, and a dangerous aura emanated straight from him.

Yang Wei can't fight, Yu Sheng can't beat him, but he can't, this dead pervert who came out of nowhere can't move!

In just a moment, Fat Da decided that if this person dared to offend him, he would definitely leave this person with an unforgettable lesson, and by the way, take advantage of this to vent the depression condensed in his heart today.

"Where do I dare to stand in the way of adults?"

The man hurriedly shook his head and said with a slight smile: "It's just that the adults haven't paid yet!"

"I'm the Seven-Colored Wei Ziwei, it's your honor to come to your Drunken Immortal Tower, and you still dare to ask me for money?"

With a wave of his hand, Fat Da pinched the neck of the person in front of him, lifted it and pulled it to his face, and said in a cold voice.

"I advise you to put him down!"

A young man dressed in white suddenly appeared behind Fat Da, holding a short dagger, holding Fat Da's back of the heart, leaning into his ear and whispering.

"What a speed, this person is dangerous!"

Fat Da felt a chill in his heart, and the hand that was holding the middle-aged man's neck immediately loosened and threw him on the ground.

At the same time, the dagger that was on the back of the fat heart, as if it was going to sink in the next moment, was also removed by the young man.

"Thank you, Young Master Mo!"

The middle-aged man got up from the ground and gave a blessing to the young man in white, with a flattering smile on his face.

"What do you mean by this, is it possible, Drunken Immortal Building is going to break the rules he has set?"

Fat Da's face was ugly, his whole body was stiff, and he didn't dare to move.

Although the dagger was taken away, Fat Da could feel an undisguised killing intent emanating from the young man behind him, firmly locking himself.

"We're just doing the rules! Your Excellency, it's time for you to pay!"

The middle-aged man rubbed his somewhat blue neck, glanced at him with resentment, and said lightly.

"You don't want to scold me, as far as I know, the Drunken Immortal Building has always been free for the Seven Colors Guard!"

Fat Da snorted coldly and moved out the only rule of the Drunken Immortal Building that he knew.

"Of course ordinary women are free, but those who accompany you are all spirit girls!"

The middle-aged man smiled: "And the spirit girl, it's not free!"

Fat Da was stunned, and a wave of regret mixed with bitterness couldn't help but spread from the bottom of his heart.

"But that spirit girl, I didn't enjoy it either!"

Fat Da gritted his teeth and argued, trying to fight for this last chance of not paying.

"Oh, my lord, don't you want to prostitute for nothing? If everyone comes to my Drunken Immortal Mansion to ask the spirit girl to accompany them, and they don't give money afterwards, then won't the rules of my Drunken Immortal Mansion be broken?"

After speaking, the middle-aged man's face was already with a touch of coldness.

In an instant, the young man in white moved again, this time placing the dagger directly on Fat Da's neck.

"I'm the Seven-Colored Wei Ziwei, you dare to do something to me? You are provoking the Seven-Colored Guard!"

Fat Da roared angrily, and the yellow light gathered on his arm, and his elbow was pushed back to the chest of the young man standing behind him.

Only a muffled "bang" was heard, and Fatda's blow with almost all his strength was easily resisted by the person behind him.

And the short dagger in the hand of the young man in white also slowly pressed into his neck as Fat Da took the lead.

In just a moment, he saw red, and the red blood flowed down the fat neck, from the inside of the clothes, downward.

"Stop, stop, how much, I'm willing to pay!"

Fat Da's face was full of horror, and he shouted repeatedly.

He had a feeling that the person behind him really didn't care about his identity as the Seven-Colored Guard, he really dared to kill himself, even if he had to be liquidated by the Seven-Colored Guard Mansion afterwards!

"Wouldn't it have been like this sooner?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, glanced around the broken private room, and faintly spit out a number.

"200,000 taels? You want to go crazy for money, I don't agree!"

Fat Da's face froze, and he objected repeatedly.

200,000 taels, even if he sold all his belongings, he couldn't make up so much silver.

"Don't agree, that's troublesome to Mo Gongzi!"

The middle-aged man's face turned cold, Shi Shiran gave a blessing to the young man in white, and said lightly.

The murderous intent on the young man in white suddenly bloomed, and he held the short dagger in his hand, and began to slowly press it down again.

"Don't don't, don't kill me! I agree I agree I agree I agree, don't kill me!"

Fat Da's body trembled a little, and the last trace of luck disappeared, he didn't dare to bet!

If you win, you don't have to pay the 200,000 taels, but if you lose, you will have nothing!

You can't use a mere 200,000 taels to bet on whether this person dares to kill him!

It's not worth it, though, now he can't even take out the so-called 200,000.