Gu Xinyan was dragged away by the elders, and she kept fighting for Gu Ying's last way of life, but in the entire banquet, no one wanted to save Gu Ying's life.

Everyone knew that Gu Ying had killed Zhuge Yin, and it was impossible for the hall master of the Zhulong Hall to let him go, and even Gu Yi had abandoned Gu Ying, who else would meddle in his affairs.

The disciples of the Zhulong Hall stepped forward and tied up the ancient shadow, and the ancient shadow stood motionless, still shackled by those people on him, and a light smile hung on the corner of his mouth from beginning to end, as if he looked at this chaotic qiē playfully.

The Lord of the Dragon Hall glanced at the disciples with satisfaction, and Gu Ying was immediately dragged down.

The hall master of the Zhulong Hall stood up and said, "I am a little overwhelmed by the strength of alcohol, so I will leave first." ”

After that, no matter what others said, he left the hall directly.

"Tsk, Gu Yi's heart is really ruthless, whether Gu Ying is his son or not, over the years, Gu Ying has paid a lot for the Blood Demon Palace, and now he actually handed people over like this, it is really ruthless." The hall master of the Purple Thunder Hall was in a good mood watching the play.

The hall master of the Empty Cicada Hall on the side also chuckled: "No, the one from the Zhulong Hall is in such a hurry to rush back, I'm afraid that he can't wait to avenge his son, but I don't know, if Gu Ying still has his life until tomorrow morning." ”

"He won't die so easily, didn't you listen to the one from the Dragon Hall just now, he will 'entertain' him well, I estimate that it won't be three or five years, and Gu Ying won't be able to swallow his breath."

Everyone talked about it in private, and it was not a matter in their own temple, but they naturally watched the lively elements.

In the corner where no one was looking, Fan Zhuo slowly lowered his head, and no one noticed that his hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched into fists.

The son of murder is not revenge.

And what about the revenge of killing the father?

Fan Zhuo will never forget the death of his adoptive father Fan Qi.

The father who would rather sacrifice his own son than save his father was brutally murdered by the Shadow in the end.

If he could, Fan Zhuo would like to avenge Fan Qi with his own hands!

The grievances between the Dragon Hall and the Blood Demon Hall are over because of this matter, and everyone at the banquet has drunk enough wine, so they go back to their rooms to rest, and tomorrow in the summit of the twelve halls, it is time for them to solve each other's problems.

Today's show is on stage, and the halls with contradictions during the banquet are secretly competing with each other, and many people are drunk and go back to the room to sleep.

However, several figures swooped into the residence of the Shadow Moon Hall in the dead of night.

Jun Wuxian was sitting in the middle of the room fiddling with the little black cat lying on the table, Ye Xuan and Ye Gu were standing behind her with Baa Baa and Blood Rabbit in their arms, and Elder Ying was standing by the door, looking thoughtfully at the Yue Yi brothers and sisters who were bowing their heads and whispering.

Qu Lingyue sat next to Jun Wuxie, raised her hand and poured a cup of tea for Jun Wuxian and Jun Qing, before Jun Wuxian raised his head, he was snatched a cup by Yan Bugui, who was grinning on the side, and drank it in one gulp, Long Qi, who was standing behind Jun Qing, glanced at him, and did not make a sound, as if he had already become accustomed to this informality.

Jun Wuxian suddenly raised his head and looked at the closed door.

In the next second, the door was pushed open, and several tall figures suddenly stepped into the room in the moonlight.

"It's been so long since I came out to practice, and I haven't been stable yet." Yan Bugui glanced at the few figures that appeared, and scolded with a smile in his mouth, but his tone was more joy than blame.