Singing and dancing was originally a night banquet, and the scene was naturally much more joyful, everyone pushed their glasses and changed their glasses, and there were too many people who wanted to drink with Jiang Wumian.

After all, he is the city lord of Thirteen Nights City, and being able to come to the night banquet can be regarded as giving enough face to the family.

After a while, Jiang Wumian drank seven or eight glasses of wine, and the taste of this wine was really not good, it was very spicy.

In the end, someone came to toast, and he blocked it on the grounds of poor drinking.

Li Meng'er sat opposite him, and the corners of her mouth twitched when she heard his words.

This was the second time he had said that her wine was not good.

Qiao Qiao glanced at Jiang Wumian.

The man has always been in a lazy posture and speaks slowly, but it is that tone that no one dares to toast him when he says that he doesn't want to drink.

However, this city lord has never been visible to the public, why did he appear so openly this time?

Qiao Qiao couldn't figure out what he couldn't figure out, so he naturally wouldn't think about it too much.

He ate the food on the table, drank the wine, and wondered what reason he should use to get out of here.

At that moment, a man suddenly sat down beside him.

Pick up his hand and start looking left and right.

"Your surname is Hua?"

The man was sloppy and drunk.

Just stared at Qiao Qiao like that, but a pair of eyes were a little too shrewd.

Qiao Qiao looked at this person and felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

"yes, what's the problem?"

"Your palmistry, it's not like it......"

The man frowned, looked at Qiao Qiao's hand very seriously, touched it, and then said something that made Qiao Qiao vomit blood.

"It's slippery."

Qiao Qiao: "......"

Dead perverts.

Qiao Qiao pulled back his hand vigorously and rolled his eyes: "Who are you?" ”

He subconsciously wiped his body, and he really couldn't stand a man pulling and pulling him.

In fact, the main thing is that the heart is weak,

The man seemed to know something.

People from the Hua family, is it possible that there is something special in their hands?

"It's nothing special, don't think too much about this son." The man took a sip of his wine and smiled at him.

Qiao Qiao looked at him very solemnly, his eyebrows were raised, and for a moment he had murderous intent.

Immediately afterward, he heard someone else's voice.

"I heard that Mo Tianji likes fortune-telling the most, so it's better to come and calculate one for the city lord." Jiang Wumian spoke lightly.

This man named Mo Tianji staggered up and walked towards Jiang Wumian.

Touching the bones and looking at the palmistry, the originally drunk face was sober for seven or eight minutes in an instant, but it was only for a moment.

"The city lord is an extraordinary person, I will tell your fortune, I am afraid that it will really lose my life, I dare not count, I dare not calculate."

He even smiled.

Jiang Wumian didn't withdraw his hand, "I see that you have also calculated it, you might as well say it." ”

"Hit with evil, it's really fierce!"

Mo Tianji had never seen such a hard life.

At this time, a layer of sweat could not help but appear on his forehead.

Unspeakable panic.

This kind of personality really has never appeared in a human being, and it is recorded in the historical records that there is only one person who has this personality.

The lord of the city......

Who the hell is it?

How is it so like...... The man's palmistry.

Jiang Wumian withdrew his hand lightly, and under the mask, his thin lips pursed, and he didn't say anything.

Mo Tianji saluted him, and then retreated.

walked crookedly, and I didn't know if he was drunk or frightened by Jiang Wumian.