"Uh...... No, I mean, are you going to borrow a costume again? ”

Zhishan looked at her with a smile on his face, and just when she thought he was going to agree, his thin lips opened lightly and spit out two words faintly: "Don't go." ”

Then, he reached out and dragged Hua Weiluo's wrist, neatly stripped off her night clothes, and then without saying a word, he directly put on Hua Weiluo's old scalper's costume.

Zhizhen and Zhimei turned their backs very tacitly, and couldn't bear to look directly at this cruel picture.

"Alright, let's go." Zhishan was dressed in the clothes of the Jade Emperor, leading the old ox flower to fall, followed by the Cowherd Zhizhen and the Weaver Girl Zhimei, and walked out of the tunnel elegantly.

The exit of the tunnel was behind a hidden tree, and the courtyard was full of people, and no one noticed them for a while.

Zhishan stood on the edge of the courtyard, looking around with a pair of dark and deep eyes, and he didn't expect that they had walked back to Huizhou City after walking along the tunnel from the southern suburbs of Huizhou City for half an hour.

Could it be that this theater is also a hiding place for the Chaofeng Gang? ?

Hua Weiluo was unwillingly wearing an old scalper costume, looked up at the wing room on the second floor behind them, and suddenly stiffened, hurriedly tugged at Zhishan's sleeve, pointed to a figure at the window on the second floor, and said in a trembling voice: "Little junior brother, look...... It's the ...... of Zhifang's junior brother."

Zhishan looked at the fingers of the flowers, and sure enough, in the wing room on the second floor in front of the stage, there was a figure standing with his back to them, the conspicuous white robe, and the familiar body shape, it should be Zhifang.

"He's really still alive??" The eyes of the supreme good are also full of incredible light.

"Let's go up and have a look." Before the flower fell, she tugged at Zhishan's sleeve and planned to run in the direction of the stairs.

"How can I go into our theater and not watch a play??" A gloomy voice suddenly sounded on the stage not far from them, "What's more, a few distinguished guests are still wearing the costumes of our troupe." ”

Hua Weiluo was startled, and turned his head to look in the direction of the stage.

I saw a thin man squatting on the stage, he had two mustaches and sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, looking at them with bad intentions.

The man was dressed in a goose-yellow robe and had ugly makeup painted on his face, which looked very funny.

"Are you ......" Hua Weiluo frowned slightly, looked at him and hesitated.

"Hmph, our Huang Clan's Seven Masters were killed and injured by you, and today I am here to seek revenge from you." The man smiled gloomily: "I'm Huang Er, the second in line, the last time you went to Phoenix Villa, I happened to go on a mission, otherwise, I wouldn't have let you be so arrogant." ”

His voice paused, then continued, "Brothers, surround them. ”

Hua Weiluo was shocked in his heart, and saw that the guests who were still shuttling just now suddenly showed fierce expressions and surrounded them one by one.

"The people in this theater are all pretending??" Zhizhen asked him in a deep voice.

"Only now?" Huang Erpi looked at them with a smile and continued: "This entire theater is full of our people, these people have their own unique skills, but they are not as easy to pass as the kung fu of those slaves and three-legged cats in Phoenix Villa. ”

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Good night.