Huang Chunqiu's face still had that extremely frightened expression.

He was just a servant, but it seemed really difficult for him to be in charge of the overall situation at this time.

And this big man with a view of the wind stood up, and it was precisely the voice of everyone present who spoke out.

Huang Chunqiu raised his eyes and looked over, only to see a blue-faced man standing there wearing a yellow gown, with a good temperament.

Everyone felt the breath on his body, and it turned out that he had already reached the strength of the Nine Realms of the Guanting Realm, and it seemed that he could reach Yin and Yang in one step.

They looked at the old servant with smiles, as if they wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

Huang Chunqiu suddenly smiled, his smile was a flattering smile, and it was also the smile that he was best at as a servant.

He reached out and picked up a wine jug from his table, which contained Qingtan wine.

The wine is rich in aroma and the silver kettle is shiny.

The old man smiled and said, "Brother of Liufengguan, you are in too much of a hurry on the way here, and you are tired and dizzy, I am here to accompany you on behalf of the county lord, drink this cup to dissipate your anger." ”

The man sneered and said, "You old servant, why do you want me to dissipate my anger when you say such a sentence? I am not a troublemaker, I think that most of the people here have the same thoughts as me, and what I say is just to speak for everyone." ”

Huang Chunqiu held the wine jug in his hand, bowed his head and smiled silently.

"Do you really not drink?"

The man continued, "If the county lord came to me and said these words, I might still be able to listen to them, but I don't know what you are......"

Huang Chunqiu sniffed the aroma of wine in the silver pot, and his face was intoxicated.

"It's a shame not to drink such a good wine. ”

He looked at the big man and said word by word, "The county lord will not apologize to you." ”

The big man's face suddenly turned cold, the spiritual power on his body surged, and the table beside Zhen was shaking slightly, and his clothes were windless, like an angry beast about to explode.

Huang Chunqiu's index finger of his right hand slowly rubbed the silver wine jug, as if he didn't feel the pressure brought to him by the imminent outbreak of this Ninefold Realm of the Viewing Court Realm.

There was no more compliment on his face, and only coldness remained.

"Because you are not worthy, you are a human being, and only I, a servant, are worthy to talk to you. ”

The big man was furious.

An extremely powerful spiritual power was released.

But the target of his attack was not Huang Chunqiu, but the wine pot in Huang Chunqiu's hand.

Huang Chunqiu's cloudy eyes were dim.

In his left hand, he picked up a small wine glass.

The silver kettle pours down.

Drinks out.

Spiritual power.

Huang Chunqiu raised his left hand and held the wine glass—for a toast.

He often makes toasts, and I don't know how many times he has repeated them over the decades, so his gesture looks extremely smooth, extremely standard, and without a single flaw.

It's just that the glass of wine in his hand at this time is not used to honor people, but to punish people.

It's not a toast, it's a punishment.

A smile spread across his face, and he seemed extremely flattering, extremely easy-going, as if he had never forgotten his status as a servant.

The glass of wine broke away from his hand and collided head-on with the spiritual power that broke through the air.

The glass turned around a few times, as if frozen in the air, and a faint yellow smoke suddenly rose from the surface of the silver glass.

Only then did people realize that the pressure on this small cup was so great at this time.

Yikes!

A piercing voice sounded, and then the great man's spiritual power was no longer visible.

The glass of wine came to him like a flying stone, but although the glass was spinning at high speed, not a drop of the wine in it was spilled.

When toasting, it is disrespectful to spill wine.

When the wine is punished, it is even more disrespectful.

So Huang Chunqiu will not be disrespectful, just complimentary.

The glass of wine arrived in front of the big man, and the extremely fast speed of the cup carried an extremely sharp sound of breaking the air above the main hall.

An old man standing behind the big man had a sudden change in his face, and hurriedly stretched out a hand to cover the big man's shoulder.

Dahan stared at the wine glass in the air, snorted, and the spiritual power in front of him surged, and in an instant, he arranged several enchantments one after another.

But that didn't stop the wine.

The wine is cold and the glass is hot.

Then it hit the big man's lips.

It is for the toast, so it should be toasted in place.

This glass of wine was extremely well toasted, and there was a scream from the main hall.

His lips were slammed open, and then his front teeth were shattered, and the strength of the glass of wine diminished slightly, and then it poured slightly, and not a drop was left into the big man's mouth.

Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth with the wine.

The glass was mixed with a few smashed front teeth, and it fell to the ground with a clatter.

......

The big man didn't retreat a step, but the old man behind the big man was hit hard at this time.

His hand left the big man's shoulder, and he took seven or eight steps backwards one after another, and stretched out his hand to hold a temple pillar next to him.

The old man's eyes were slightly red, and he straightened up and let go of his hand.

Only then did everyone realize that under his support, a deep handprint was left on the pillar.

......

The voices of the people in the hall were all extinguished.

People looked at the old servant sitting on him as if they had seen a ghost.

Huang Chunqiu lowered his head and picked up a wine glass from the table.

The attitude is elegant and the voice is gentle.

"If anyone else is dissatisfied, the old servant will also toast him on behalf of the county lord. ”

......

There was silence in the hall, and no one answered.

There are a few people who want to follow this big man and watch the opportunity of the county lord to stand up here. A drop of cold sweat involuntarily fell on their faces.

——

Folklore has it that Nanjun has no owner, and Liangshan can be bullied.

But today the old servant has told the world.

If there are servants in the southern county, they should not be deceived.

The old man had a kind and elegant smile on his face, and there was a very humble gaze in the remaining intact eyes.

But at this time, no one dared to say a word.

An autumn wind that blew from nowhere fell into the Nanjun Palace, as if the moonlight on the ground fluctuated.

Huang Chunqiu raised his glass and asked the heroes, who is dissatisfied?

Where dare anyone be dissatisfied?

So the former put down the wine jug, he took a deep breath, felt the aroma of wine in the air, and then said, "Since no one is dissatisfied anymore, then this Mid-Autumn Festival, I will temporarily preside over it, let's start." ”

At this moment, a question suddenly came from the direction of Starfall Pavilion.

This voice seems to have not spoken for many years, which makes people extremely uncomfortable to listen to.

A person lowered his head, stood under the big black umbrella and said lightly, "Since it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I still have one more thing to ask." ”

Huang Chunqiu said calmly, "What do you ask?"

The man looked up at the flask on the table, and he didn't want to drink, but only worry in his eyes.

He asked, "Since the county lord didn't come, there must be something more important than this, but I don't know what it is?"

Huang Chunqiu looked at him and smiled, "He's waiting for someone." ”

......