Liu Baichuan's complexion changed slightly, but he quickly regained his calm, Tang Sanzang raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked in the direction of the staircase, looking at the reaction of everyone and Liu Baichuan before, this Feiwei should not be a good stubble, but what the hell is the madhouse?

There was the sound of footsteps at the top of the stairs, the sound of hard soles and wooden planks tapping, and the first to reach the second floor was a tall young man. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wearing a black light armor on his body, his short hair was pierced upwards like silver needles, his eyes were quite deep, and a pair of inky black eyes looked at Tang Sanzang like an eagle, looking up and down, his lips rose slightly, revealing a little disdain.

There is a silver short sword embroidered on the soft armor on the chest, and there are two very cute wings embroidered on both sides of the sword, and a silver long sword is carried on the waist, and the left hand is pressed on the hilt, which is quite powerful.

There were eight black-armored young men who came upstairs, also embroidered with silver short swords on their chests, blocking the staircase on the second floor, and looked at everyone on the second floor with cold eyes.

"It turned out that Mr. Mo was here in person, and please take a seat, Xiaoliu, hurry up and let the cook serve the best wine, and then cut three catties of beef that just arrived in the morning." Liu Baichuan looked at the short-haired young man, a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile.

Xiao Er on the side answered, and was about to turn around and leave.

"No need, it's routine, I hope Shopkeeper Liu cooperates well." As soon as Mr. Mo raised his hand, the little second immediately stood and retreated to the side with some fear.

"Mr. Mo said with a smile, Xiao will naturally cooperate with Feiwei well." Liu Baichuan nodded.

Tang Sanzang looked at the pair of eyes full of anger, his expression was still calm, and he looked at these so-called flying guards with some curiosity, and he didn't know which country this migratory city belonged to, it seemed that these flying guards should be similar to catching fast.

He has seen a lot of the hundred battle generals of the Tang Dynasty, and his subordinates are all stained with the blood of tens of thousands of foreign races, which is not comparable to these individual catchers, but it seems that they take themselves more seriously.

Mr. Mo took a deep look at Tang Sanzang again, his eyes turned to Sun Wukong and Zhu Tianpeng and others on the side, Yin Yu's eyes couldn't help but light up, and a touch of greed flashed in his eyes, but he didn't show it on his face, and then he looked at the fat man on the ground who was still foaming at the mouth, yes, it seems that this is the main master.

"Wake him up first." Mr. Mo said in a deep voice.

A flying guard stepped forward quickly, picked up a jug of wine from the table, and poured it directly on the fat man's face.

The fat man was clever, but his eyes suddenly widened, his dilated pupils slowly focused, and he swooped up, which was completely inconsistent with the speed that his physique should have, and his eyes swept over the bodies of everyone in the field, and you suddenly thought of something, and laughed wildly.

"He's gone crazy and tied up." Mr. Mo frowned.

"Yes!" The two guards took the rope from their waists and walked towards the fat man.

"I'm not crazy! Don't tie me up! The fat man looked at the loud cry and wanted to step back.

"That's what madmen like to say the most." But before he could go far, the guards standing beside him tripped him over with a sweep of the legs, and the two guards pounced, spared him a few times, and tied him up firmly.

The fat man struggled and shouted loudly: "In fact, there is no subscription, no recommendation, no collection, no word count, what reader, theft. Die to the version! Hahaha, it's all fake! Fake! Don't touch me, I don't want to take medicine, you let me go, I'm not crazy, there are always people who want to harm me! Hahaha, I'm not crazy! Let go of me! I'm not crazy!! I don't want to go to an insane asylum!! You people want to harm me! Escort! Escort! ”

"What the hell is a subscription? What the hell is a recommendation? Reader? What's going on? Tang Sanzang looked at the fat man who was trembling all over his body in a daze, his expression suddenly became strange, they all said that this fat man was crazy, he really looked like crazy.

But isn't there no such thing in this world? Where did the fat man know that? Could it be that this fat man is not crazy, but also crossed? And a street writer?

A series of questions flashed through Tang Sanzang's mind, and his heart was also entangled, but it seems that even if this product is really crossed, most of them were crazy before crossing, and the online writer is really terrible.

The fat man was still yelling, and Fei Wei on the side picked up a rag and stuffed it directly into his mouth, and suddenly he couldn't make a sound, and whimpered a few times, as if his head had passed, and his expression suddenly became sluggish, drooping his head, no longer making a sound, and seemed to be a different person.

Tang Sanzang and the others were surprised, but General Secretary Namo and the Feiwei, and even Liu Baichuan and the shopkeeper looked surprised, it seemed that this kind of thing had happened more than once in this city during this time, and it was the Feiwei who dealt with these things.

Although he was a little suspicious that this brother was also a crossing brother, Tang Sanzang still didn't have much desire to solve it, and he couldn't communicate if he saved a madman.

Of course, he was also a little lucky, fortunately, he didn't behave too rebelliously in Jinshan Temple when he was a child, and he didn't think about making any changes or rebellions, otherwise he would have been directly imprisoned in an insane asylum like this brother.

Oh, by the way, Datang doesn't have a madhouse, if you go to prison, it is estimated that new features will be developed.

The fat man was tied up, and this matter was over, but Mr. Mo walked towards Tang Sanzang and them, and the yin owl's eyes were fixed on Tang Sanzang, as if he wanted to give him some sense of oppression.

"Shopkeeper Liu, it's time for us to step on it, right? We've been waiting for a while. Sun Wukong looked at Liu Baichuan and said coldly, his fingers tapped on the table, others just looked a little impatient, but Tang Sanzang knew that she was already patiently trying to give these guys a stick or not.

"Little Liu, hurry up and go to the kitchen to urge." Liu Baichuan glanced at Mr. Mo, hesitated, and said to the shopkeeper on the side.

The shopkeeper lowered his head and walked briskly downstairs, muttering in his heart that these outsiders don't know how to look at their eyes, and they can still take care of eating when they are targeted by the flying guards.

"Who are you? Can you have identity credentials when you move into Liucheng? General Secretary Mo took two steps forward, looked at everyone and said, his eyes fixed on Tang Sanzang.

"Poor monk Tang Sanzang, from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, went to the West Heaven to learn scriptures, these are the next apprentices, the customs clearance document has been shown when entering the city, do you need to show it again?" Tang Sanzang replied with a natural expression, the composition of their group did look a little strange, and it was normal for them to be targeted.

I hope this person is indeed a businessman, not a person who has a good brain, otherwise I am afraid that this meal will not be able to be eaten, over there Zhu Tianpeng has already begun to shake his legs, and Sun Wukong's fingers on the table are also a little heavier.