Although the Nine-Tails was mentally prepared, he was still really startled when the master pushed open the No. 4 carriage. The bleak moonlight overhead shone on the skulls of Bai Sensen, and a steaming smell of wontons mixed with a cold wind hit the face.

A man dressed in the golden imperial robe of the Qing Dynasty, with an abrupt pigtail on his bare scalp, stood pale in front of the steaming wonton stall, his hands more delicate and soft than a woman, meticulously fiddling with the wontons in the pot. As far as the Nine-Tails knows, this person is known as the Seven Princes, and his real identity is really a former elder brother of the Qing Dynasty, who loves to cook on weekdays, but the ingredients he cooks are always creepy.

On the small table on the far left, only two bowls of wontons are steaming alone, but two diners stand at the table, hugging each other like conjoined babies, kissing as if no one was around. The man is tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, but he has a pair of "three-inch golden lotus" like small feet, he is wearing leather clothes and leather pants, but he is wearing a pair of gorgeous Hakka embroidered shoes on his feet, and a lifelike phoenix is embroidered with colorful threads on the blue upper face, and the edge of the gang is inlaid with colored silk edges. The thought of Nine-Tails as a stout man taking a thousand charming steps in front of her was too reverie. The man had been leaning against the wall, still wrapped around himself like a sloth by the petite and delicate woman in his arms.

"This bloody earl and the butcher's knife show girl are really numb, and they are dying to show their affection. "Nine-Tails couldn't bear to look at it directly, but the one who was called the Bloody Earl was actually this petite and delicate woman, and the butcher knife show girl was the strong man.

On the adjacent small table, facing Li Bai and the Nine Tails, sat a man in a black priest's robe, with brown hair and gray eyes, a cross on his chest, and a pirate captain hat on his head. Since Li Bai and the Nine-Tails walked into the carriage, he was the only one among them who smiled and said hello: "Jesus loves you." ”

He is the Vengeful Priest.

Across from the priest sat a school captain, dressed in a pair of bright light armor, there was no bowl in front of the school captain, and the cutlery used to hold the wontons was the helmet he had taken off. Seeing the priest greeting him, his shoulders did not move at all, his head and neck turned to the right, his eyes were sharp, his eyeballs were abrupt, and he stared at Li Bai like a wolf, which made people shudder. He is the legendary Black Captain.

The third table was empty, and the legs of the table rested against a cold white beauty, even if she leaned, it was difficult to hide her devilish figure. It is a pity that the beauty's right hand was cut off at the wrist, and legend has it that she cut it off herself, and she used her own hand to make the handle of the knife and fit it around her waist. It is said that when the knife passes through a person's bones, the boneless touch is reminiscent of the softest pair of delicate jade fingers in a lifetime. Her name is Poppy. The poppy has a pleasant name and a beautiful face, but these are far from being compared to her vicious heart.

On the innermost stone table, sat a lone man, with his back to everyone, and on the back of his head was a skeleton, which was inlaid with a dazzling array of diamonds, which shone blindly in the bleak moonlight, and in this dazzling light, the corners of the skeleton's mouth were frozen with an evil smile. The man ate the wonton with relish, and in a short time there were three empty bowls in front of him. He was the most bloodthirsty master of murder of all kinds, and for him slaughter was the highest pursuit of art and the most perfect presentation.

"Little prince, three more bowls of wontons. Jiang Wan drank the hot soup and shouted without looking back.

"Ah, you want chili oil?" asked the Seventh Prince.

"The original soup is fine. "Will be late.

"Okay, the two visitors are guests, do you want to give a face and taste the craftsmanship of this prince?" The Seventh Prince smiled strangely at the Nine-Tails, "I just don't know if you like to eat shoushou or wontons?"

"It's a food. Nine-Tails couldn't help but reply.

"Hey, it's very different. The handwriting made by this prince is filled with beef, and the wontons, of course, are filled with human flesh. The tone of the Seventh Prince was light and light.

"Nonsense, how can there be human flesh here?" Nine-Tails retorted.