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In the brightly lit lobby, the gold is splendid, the carved railings and painted columns, and the aroma of wine mixed with the smell of fat powder wafts everywhere.

A glitzy scene.

Luo Qiansu held the cup in her hand, watched the heroes around her, and responded indifferently.

These people in the lobby include the local nobles of Qin County and Gan County, the warriors who came through the "Liberation Order", and the young people who have been promoted through meritorious service within the righteous army.

Well-dressed, smiling and confident, for these people, they seem to have a clear plan for themselves, know exactly what they need to do, and always seem to have the air of a successful person.

Restrained.

And aggressive.

Like a pack of wolves.

Luo Qianqian raised her small teacup and bowed: "Sons, generals, heroes from all walks of life, please forgive Qianqian for being overwhelmed." ”

The teacup is not strong enough to drink, although such a prevarication is obvious, Luo Qianqian is calm.

The people around him obviously don't think so.

Someone stepped forward, raised the Qingqing luminous cup, and grinned: "Miss Luo, a little wine, why bother, come on, let's do it together." ”

Talking about doing it together, this person's greedy eyes only stared at Luo Qianqian's flawless face, as if he wanted to dig off a few pieces of meat with his eyes.

But it is the nobility of Qin County.

The young man next to him was strong-blooded, grabbed the nobleman, and shouted angrily: "Nonsense! If our eldest lady doesn't drink it, that is, if she doesn't drink it, how can you be strong! ”

The young rebel soldier, with colors still hanging on his chest, and a faint smell of blood, was out of place in this golden and jade robe.

Another strong man stretched out his thick right arm, grabbed the hand of the rebel soldier, and said with a smile: "I think what this noble lord said is reasonable, we people came all the way over, but Miss Luo didn't even drink wine, didn't you give our brother face?" ”

The warriors from the East were attracted by the "Liberation Order", but they were not only brave.

There is also a never-ending desire to vent.

The movement here has obviously become more and more loud.

Although the forces of all parties have temporarily blended together, they have not coordinated several times, and it is difficult to get along harmoniously.

What's more, Luo Qianqian, who has never had a marriage contract so far, now seems to be the most tempting apple.

Whoever holds it in his hand is the most orthodox successor of Luo Qiucian.

Who doesn't get excited?

In the lobby, it is getting noisier.

At a table in the corner, Yang Zi'an Yushu was in the wind, bargaining with some old foxes, and every confrontation determined the turnover of countless materials and the envelopment of countless people's hearts.

It is possible that a single point of interest can make people's hearts reverse and make people betray their closest friends.

And the noise in the center of the lobby made him frown.

The inability to suppress the interests of all parties is not a good phenomenon in the eyes of those who have a heart.

And the old foxes in front of him had already put down their thoughts, stopped bargaining, and looked over with interest.

I don't know if it's to see the excitement.

Still looking at the anthill under the embankment of a thousand miles.

In the hall, the wind blew.

Silky bones.

Someone felt something, and when he looked back, he suddenly clenched the white jade cup.

Some people trembled in their hearts and hurriedly got out of the way.

In the glitzy scene of the entire hall, everyone was dressed in silk and jade clothes, but there was a young man with a red armor and a knife.

The lights are flickering.

The arrogant martial artist, but he didn't notice it at all, his hand seemed to gradually exert force, grabbed the arm of the young rebel fiercely, and shouted incoherently: "Luo, Miss Luo, let me tell you, in the east of Qin County, countless warriors are coming here, why?" That's to save face for you rebels, but shouldn't you show something? ”

Drunk, or drunk?

No one knows.

Luo Qianqian was in the midst of a pack of wolves, and her brows were still soothing, as if she had something to rely on.

This made the nobleman with the most greedy face more and more dissatisfied.

Seeing such a peaceful face, for some reason, he always had a sense of anger, wanting to destroy such an atmosphere, and only by trampling on all the noble things in the world could he let this layman live with peace of mind.

So he raised the glow-in-the-dark cup and slowly poured the blood-red wine on the ground.

The corners of the mouth are already almost provocative.

Provocation against Luo Qianqian.

This insult made his blood boil a little.

Whew――

There was a wind blowing.

The luminous cup in his hand broke silently.

Half, already falling to the ground!

And the other half of the luminous cup was still held in the hand of this nobleman.

In the next second, the wine on the ground turned into white wine in an instant, and it steamed.

And in the faint white mist, the nobles seemed to see something terrifying, and suddenly screamed loudly!

Ahh

The cry of fear made everyone in the hall look at it!

A strong arm snatched the half of the luminous cup from the nobleman's hand and threw it on the ground.

A heavy military boot stepped mercilessly on two luminous cups.

Click.

The precious wine glass was turned into powder.

Plop -

The nobleman had collapsed to the ground weakly.

The fog clears!

Zuo Yin stood calmly.

He looked at the rebellious warrior.

And the warrior still holds the arm of the young rebel in his hand.

The warrior grinned.

"You kid, it's ......"

Call!

Before the words were finished, Zuo Yin suddenly raised his breath and punched, and around his fist unpretentiously, the air was faintly condensed, and countless water vapors were condensed around the fist and turned into a small tiger head.

Like a white ink-splashed tiger, the strokes are rough, but the gods are mighty!

One punch, right in the nose of that martial artist!

Whew――

After a muffled sound, mixed with the sound of bones clicking, the huge body of this martial artist, like a rag, was directly blasted out domineeringly, shattering three or four tables in a row.

The soup and water were spilled all over the ground, mixed with blood and water, full of inexplicable horror.

And the nobleman, as if he had seen a ghost, stumbled out, all the way out, all the way out of the urine smell.

And Zuo Yin, who made all this, just gently held Luo Qianqian's arm.

He looked around at the crowd, his eyes sweeping over one by one.

Faintly flames, burning.

The recklessness and warning are self-evident.

Everyone was frightened, but if they could appear here, no one knew how Zuo Yin was in the midst of the chaos and killed Shen Mufeng, the capital of the Western Army.

It's just that after all, someone is quite confident in himself, looking at Luo Qianqian in front of him and about to leave, he is reluctant to give up after all.

A young man with a long sword on his back stood up angrily, "General Zuo, everyone gathers here for the ...... together."

Before the words were finished, Zuo Yin suddenly put down his right hand holding Luo Qianqian, and suddenly disappeared!

The young man was shocked, and he hurriedly reached out to touch the sword box on his back, but as soon as his hand reached back, he was grabbed by someone in the air.

Zuo Yin grabbed the young man's hand and said lightly: "Don't take it as an example." ”

These were the first words he had spoken so far as he appeared.

Boom!

The wooden sword box on the young man's back had exploded, and the three-foot green blade fell to the ground.

The young man was dumbfounded, from beginning to end, he didn't see clearly how Zuo Yin made a move, and when he raised his head again, he saw that Zuo Yin and Luo Qianqian had already walked out of the door of the hall.

Luo Qianqian smiled, holding Zuo Yin in her hand, and between the two, they were like old husbands and wives who had experienced many years of ups and downs.

The young rebel who was saved was all comfortable, as if someone had just treated him with his mighty spiritual power.

His eyes were suddenly moist.

……

Yang Zi'an, who witnessed all this, smiled on his face, and he could see that those people who were originally extremely arrogant in the field had all restrained their pride, and their eyes were ......

It's all jealous.

Event......

Decided.

The old foxes in front of him opened their eyes slightly, and their hoarse voices sounded again, "Young Master Yang, let's continue those negotiations just now." ”

This time, it was the other party who took the initiative to mention it.

Yang Zi'an flicked his sleeves, full of the demeanor of a disciple of the family.

"Please."