The cold was blowing in his face, as if a considerable number of people were trotting towards him.

In the closest place to the entrance of the banquet hall, someone had already subconsciously taken a few steps back.

When I looked up again, I saw someone appear at the door.

It's like in the game screen, someone is holding the mouse and constantly clicking and copy-pasting.

The person who entered the door looked like a man and his countless shadows.

In the blink of an eye, the huge banquet hall was surrounded by those people.

Men and women, neatly arranged, as if carved out of a mold.

Black shirt and black trousers, with high-top martin boots on his feet.

On the belt around his waist, he also wore a holster.

Standing with their backs to their backs, not only the men were fierce and vicious, but even the women were all grim-faced, and they looked hard to mess with.

In the banquet hall, there was an aura of slaughter almost instantly.

It was as if these people in front of him were well-trained killers.

There are timid girls, crying and holding their parents' arms, only a pair of eyes, aiming at those handsome and cool bodyguards.

No, not a bodyguard.

Even through the black shirts, you can see the strong and powerful biceps muscles of those people, and several people still have scars on their faces, and at first glance, they are people who have experienced life and death scenes.

The live broadcast of "pure game, don't imitate, if there is any similarity, it is purely a coincidence" in the dark night live broadcast room invariably appeared in everyone's minds, recalling Qin Ye's neat skills in shooting headshots, and then looking at these people, everyone had a feeling of fear.

Qin Ye, what is this for?

Not to mention the Jun family, there were Jiang Honglu and others present.

In public, such an armed force that is no less than the Jun team was revealed, what did Qin Ye want to do?

Isn't she afraid?

"Qin Ye, you're too bold!"

His gaze slid across Jun Moting's face, but Old Man Jun's words were directed at Qin Ye, "Don't think that if someone protects you, you can walk sideways in the imperial capital!" The lord of my monarch's family, it is not your turn to be an outsider! ”

"Ink ......"

Old Man Jun turned his head to look at Jun Moting, "Don't be obsessed anymore, are you going to ruin yourself and the entire Jun family for a Qin night?" ”

"Grandpa, if you hadn't insisted on doing this, no one would have been able to destroy the Jun family."

Speaking in a deep voice, Jun Moting looked around, "It's me who is abrupt, another day, I will set up a banquet in the Dragon Court to make amends to you." ”

After speaking, Jun Moting held Qin Ye's hand and strode out.

"Big Brother ......"

Jun Zhenzhen chased after her skirt and grabbed Jun Moting's arm, "There is always a way, do you have to be so decisive?" Big brother, grandpa is already old, you ......"

"Jun Zhenzhen!"

Before Jun Zhenzhen's words were finished, she was interrupted by Qin Ye, "I don't beat women, but don't force me!" Otherwise, I don't mind tearing your white lotus coat and letting people know what kind of character the eldest lady of the Jun family is. ”

Helping outsiders calculate their own brother is still a shady method like Spy No. 2.

spread the word, and Jun Zhenzhen's gentle and elegant reputation was completely ruined.

At that time, the Jun family will really be disgraced.

The young man's eyes were cold, and in an instant, Jun Zhenzhen's face turned white.

She knew that what she had done, I was afraid that Qin Ye and Jun Moting would have known about it for a long time.

So, what spy No. 2, Jundu marriage......

When they secretly rejoiced, the other party had already laid out the next move.

Jun Zhenzhen shuddered lightly and let go of her hand.

Jun Moting took Qin Ye and disappeared into the banquet hall.

Following the two of them, Jiang Shaoyan, the devil, Leng Jun and others also quietly left the banquet hall.

When the black-clothed men retreated, the banquet hall, which was originally overcrowded, seemed to be mostly empty.

In the stands, Old Man Jun's body shook.

In front of him was Du Manxi's aggrieved face, Du Changguo's angry face was pale, and in his ears was the whispering voice of those people in the banquet hall.

A heart was beating suddenly, and the old man's face was as black as iron.