Next, everyone apologized on the left and apologized on the right, how to throw the ghost hunter, everyone felt that he had a mustard, and Shao San even almost knelt down!

The ghost hunter can see that this is a group of real people who dare to love and hate, which deepens the feeling that everyone is similar to the elders of the barbarians, especially Shao San, who is exactly the same as the deceased uncle and the barbarian.

"Could it be because of my expression?" Seeing that they apologized without leaving the three sentences, the ghost hunter thought in his heart.

Thinking of this, he immediately raised the corners of his mouth slightly, which he had rarely raised for years, trying to be approachable, but the more he felt like this, the more awkward it felt, and he gave up after a try.

Everyone wanted to pull him and say that he wanted to drink to make amends, but the ghost hunter had to agree, and the scorpion poured wine for them on the side. At first, the uncle lay proudly on the side and ignored this group of young people, but then he couldn't resist the temptation of the smell of wine and joined their young people's team······

The laughter of the crowd angered the other forces in the camp.

"I don't know if you're dead or alive, if the giant snake in the desert suddenly moves, you won't die?"

"It's noisy, can't these drunks sleep anymore?"

"Bastard, I'm going to make them converge!"

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The crowd was dissatisfied, and many people came over angrily. The ghost hunter only felt as if he had gone back in time and returned to the barbarians, and he didn't want others to disturb the atmosphere, he was going to kill the guy who dared to disturb the atmosphere, but he was completely overwhelmed.

"Eun, their wine is so good!"

Every man who came in a rage succumbed to Shao San's strange temperament and happily joined their carnival camp.

The final result was that most of the men in this camp gathered in Shao San, where they drank and ate meat, and people took out the food of their own camp to share with everyone, and from time to time, groups of female monks or other people's wives would pull the drunken fellow men or husbands back to their camp with their ears and provoke Shao San and the others to laugh, and the atmosphere of the banquet reached its peak······

"Eh! I said, I thought you were still angry! Now that I've made it clear, you were born with a dead fish face, you can't laugh, you can't laugh!" Shao San said drunkenly as he hugged the ghost hunter.

"I rarely laugh, I don't know how to laugh!" "The ghost hunter was not angry.

"Ahh

"You can't even laugh?come, I'll teach you, like me!hahahahaha!" Shao San craned his neck to show the ghost hunter a smile, making everyone in the banquet laugh to the point of death.

"Don't listen to the third brother, you see how ugly his smile is!" Xiaoying blushed and complained to the ghost hunter, but her eyes were staring directly at Shao San, who was laughing wildly, as if her smile was the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Yes, yes!" the ghost hunter responded, he looked at Shao San from Xiaoying's eyes, and you felt a special emotion, which caused him to miss, missing a person who had never remembered this moment but especially wanted to see - Xuan Yue!

The ghost hunter couldn't help but be distracted at the banquet.

"You should laugh more!" a crisp female voice woke up the hunter.

"How handsome you just laughed! No, you can say that you are beautiful, more beautiful than a girl!" said one woman.

"Really?" the ghost blushed, not knowing if it was because of alcohol or because he was shy, and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, making the gesture that made him feel awkward.

"Wow!" the woman was stunned.

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The scorpion helped everyone pour wine throughout the whole process, and no one encouraged him to drink when others saw that he was still young, he occasionally grabbed a piece or two of barbecue meat to eat, and observed the ghost hunter from time to time, what he didn't expect was that no matter how presumptuous everyone was, the ghost hunter didn't seem to be angry, as if he was really an ordinary sick young man who didn't like to laugh, and the scorpion would not forget the image of the demon king who was covered in blood mist. Originally, the scorpion was worried that everyone would provoke him, but later he found that his worries were unnecessary.

"Is he really the demon king who killed Yimen in seconds?" the scorpion couldn't help but sigh when he saw the appearance of the ghost hunter hooking up with people.

In the banquet, the ghost hunter learned that Shao San and his party were originally people from the middle and lower classes in Xiaoyao City, and in order to avoid bullying them, they united together, and over time they formed a small team, and they went back and forth between Youzhou and the desert of the wasteland on weekdays, sending letters and parcels to people, and doing some small business along the way, although they did not make a fortune, they were also happy. No, this time I happened to hear rumors about the giant snake, so I came over to join in the fun, maybe I was lucky enough to pick up the "treasure" guarded by the giant snake!

Everyone drank until late at night, but in the end, only the hunter who had never drunk alcohol stayed up to the end, most of them had already lay down, and a few people held the wine jar but couldn't distinguish between the east and the west, the north and the south, Shao San held the wine jar alone and dreamed of saying two words and snoring and saying two words.

At this time, the scorpion was sleepy, and the little head in his hand was little by little.

"Do you want to rest here or come with me!" the ghost hunter walked to the scorpion not far from him and asked, the scorpion quickly came to his senses, glanced at the ghost hunter, and was stunned and did not answer.

"Forget it, come with me, take you to meet the others!" said the hunting ghost, hugging the scorpion, and disappeared into the light of the remaining lamp.

Before the scorpion could react, it was already in the arms of the ghost hunter, the wind in his ears was blowing, and the scenery on both sides flew away. The scorpion felt a little strange, although he was a little uncomfortable in the arms of the ghost hunter, but his emotions were more warm, extraordinarily warm, like the feeling in his father's arms, although in fact, he never remembered that anyone had hugged him—even his parents, who had been contributing to the family since he could remember.

"That's what it's like to be cared for by my father!" he guessed.

He closed his eyes in the ghost's arms, trying to stay still, feeling the warmth coming from the man's strong chest, sniffing the masculine air peculiar to men, hoping that this warm moment would last a little longer, so that he could immerse himself in the fantasized fatherly love for a little longer.

After a while, a group of monks appeared in front of them, and it could be seen that they were all very powerful, and the most important one was also a heavy heaven in the Yuanying realm, and the ghost hunter felt that there seemed to be a red dust immortal hidden among them.

Only a relatively powerful monk like them dared to get so close, and looking through the starlight, an extraordinarily dark shadow in the dark night stood abruptly in the flat desert like a small hill, and the shadow would shake from time to time and make a seeping 'silk' sound that shocked the people around them.

The surrounding monks are also ready to move, waiting around the clock to launch a wave of deadly sneak attacks when the giant snake rests!