After the peace and sound, everyone was about to take refuge in the judicial office, and Meng Lao instructed everyone to find a room with a cellar, which was very suitable, and the wide dungeon below was much more real than the cellar.

However, at this moment, there were suddenly bursts of exclamations and screams outside the North City, and everyone suddenly became suspicious, and the idea of hiding in the Justice Office was also divided.

Feng Jin and Feng thought that there was a trace of panic and fright in the voice, something must have happened and wanted to take a look. The others tried their best to stop the two of them from going on an adventure, although everyone didn't understand that there were so many people outside the city, why they couldn't watch the battle with them in disguise, but they still stood firmly on Meng Lao's side and followed Meng Lao's instructions.

At this time, in the compound of the Justice Bureau, Feng's face was pale, Feng Jin's expression was erratic, and the two of them were surrounded by Oiran and Ma Monroe together, and even Chang Nianchun looked at the two with a vigilant face, and the atmosphere was very embarrassing for a while.

At this moment, there were bursts of sound outside the city, which seemed to be cheers, and then neatly turned into the word "Wansheng".

Feng Jin and Feng Mou looked happy when they heard this, looked at each other, and settled down. At this time, the sound of "Wansheng" outside the city sounded overwhelmingly, huge and immense, presumably it was made by the boundless soldiers and countless people who watched the ceremony, otherwise there would never be such a momentum.

At this time, everyone stopped them anymore, Feng Jin and Feng made a look, the latter decisively knew what he meant, carried him on his back, and flew back to Lihuayuan with everyone, and went straight to the seventh floor.

Sure enough, at this time, the tall heavenly gate outside the city had disappeared, and the corpses of all the immortals were scattered on the ground, and the death was extremely tragic, and even one of them had been shattered.

Seeing that the six Great Xia Saints, including Meng Lao, were all safe and sound, Feng Jin and the others finally let go of their hanging hearts, and at this time they were pranayama in place, and it would probably not take long to return.

When he was bored, Dream suddenly brought up the beautiful topic of drinking to celebrate, and once it was launched, it was immediately recognized by everyone, and a group of people set up the table and began to serve wine.

Chang Nianchun was afraid of another disaster, so he asked the ten disciples of the Longshan Sword Sect to stay in the Justice Office and wait, and the Ten Thousand Lotus Sect did not follow except Ma Menglu, and he listened to what he said to take care of the injured. That's right, how tragic the battle was, how could everyone recover after just a few days of kung fu.

At this time, everyone was placed in front of the "morning dew" and Mingzhou jasmine tea, Mengtian this ghost animal excitedly lit up his eyes, shook the slightly messy weird short hair, jumped onto the chair, and shouted to everyone: "Gentlemen and ladies, the whole audience will consume today, and the wind boy will pay!"

Feng showed a hearty and happy smile to people other than Feng Jin, and took out a stack of 100 million banknotes jointly issued by the Central Chamber of Commerce of Daxia from the wardrobe in high spirits, took out one from it, slapped it on the table, and said loudly: "Everyone has a fateful acquaintance, and today is open to drink, and it should be spent, and I am out of the wind!"

"Okay, you, it's a bit of Brother Nan'er's style!" Feng Jin was also quite happy at this time, as if he had returned to his childhood, and hammered Feng Mou's chest with a relaxed face.

Dream Lao was safe and sound, and the sages of Great Xia crushed the ethereal immortals, successfully killed all these alien enemies, and then raised the power of Great Xia's victory.

Seeing this Ma Monroe who imprinted that charm on his heart with just one side, and Chang Nianchun, who made him awe-inspired, although there was a small episode of the son of Taisheng and the judicial doctor in the middle, everyone was safe and sound, and it was enough.

Everyone here, not to mention the deep relationship, but at least had the experience of "common suffering", so everyone was not too guarded and began to talk nonsense.

If Feng Mou had been said to be like Jiangnan Song, he would definitely have refuted the theory, but at this time, instead of getting angry, he showed a heartfelt smile and said softly: "That guy... I don't know what's going on now, is it still the tuba of the 'cute cat', and being his fortune boy in the land of fireworks......"

Feng Jin glanced at him when he heard this, and laughed out loud, and his laughter seemed a little wanton.

At this time, the aster on the side suddenly jumped up, and joked maliciously: "Two sons, what is the land of fireworks." ”

A group of Oiran also looked over with great interest when they heard this, and at this time, the two of them were suddenly a little embarrassed, and they forgot that there was also this group of masters.

Feng Jin smiled, took off the veil on his face, put on a aggrieved expression that he often did for several old grandfathers, and said innocently with wide eyes: "I don't know... In short, it's not a ...... like Lihua Yuan."

When everyone saw Feng Jin's face, they suddenly felt that their hearts were half a beat slower, and Ziyuan stroked the small soil slope on his chest with a red face, and couldn't let go for a long time, and finally was pulled back to his seat by the water lily with a disgusted face.

When Meng Tian saw this scene, he was stunned at first, and then he thought of something, his whole face turned green, and he said: "Tui, demon, Lao Tzu was almost bent by you." In other words, who is the 'cute cat' and the boy who scatters wealth in your mouth, looking at your expression, I don't know that I think it's a good old man. ”

Feng Mou heard the words and said: "Tui, what kind of old man is good, stop your words and deeds of ghost animals, otherwise so-and-so will let you taste what pain is." ”

Just when Meng Tiantian heard these words, Feng Jin suddenly looked at him and nodded meaningfully: "Tian'er, except that you were crushed by him in your cultivation talent, your appearance, and your family background, you two are still quite similar." ”

Meng Tianyan heard that his face was getting darker and longer, and finally he almost jumped to his feet in anger, and said angrily: "Who is he? I admit that my family background is not too good, and my cultivation talent is not too strong, but my appearance is still ...... In addition to being on a par with you, the master has never served anyone!"

After these words, the expressions of the people in the circle changed when they looked at him, and Feng directly pushed his chair aside with his feet, looking at him with disgust.

Feng Jin didn't care about these things, his pupils slowly stretched, and he remembered the young man who had a cynical expression on his face all day long, and said slowly: "He, he is an older brother of me and Feng, can he be considered small......

He is a freewheeling and uninhibited person, he is a person who has been extremely intelligent since he was a child, and his cultivation talent is growing day by day, and he is not even inferior to Feng Moumou.

He is Qing'an City, the capital of Mingzhou, a well-known fortune boy along the river, a 'cute cat' among the tigers of the Jiang family, and the only son of Lord Jiang Huaizhen, the Huaizhou Branch of the Central Chamber of Commerce in Daxia.

He is also a person who eats, drinks and has fun all day long, lingers in the land of fireworks, his home is full of various imitation portraits of Oiran, and once smashed out the money that can be called 'sky-high' in Qing'an City, the capital of Mingzhou, just to get a picture of the flying sky of the Oiran in a radius of one zhang.

It is said that the painting was painted to the scale of a real person, and on the day the painting was completed, people from all continents immediately quoted the price several times the 'sky-high' price to buy it, but this guy refused all of them, and put them at home as a treasure of the town, and even wrote down the way home for the painting......"

Feng Jin's voice became longer and longer, and everyone looked incredulous when they heard the words, with different expressions, all in the aftertaste.

That's right, it's too bizarre for a person like Jiang Nange to be so freewheeling, uninhibited, and live as he likes, and don't care about the opinions of outsiders.

Everyone here has everyone's mission and everyone's responsibility, and now in this world, the son inherits the father's business, inherits the ancestry, and makes his family, sect, etc., more brilliant, more powerful, this is a deep-rooted concept in everyone's heart.

Isn't it true that people live for the sake of their families, for their families, for their sects, or for their relatives? Isn't it selfish and selfish to live for oneself?

But Jiang Nange is a person like him, although he is resistant in his heart, but for some reason, he makes everyone sincerely envious, and even a little jealous.

For a while, everyone's thoughts fluttered a little, and between pushing the glass and changing the lamp, the wine had passed three rounds......