Wan Wan rode to a grape trellis and stopped, turned over and dismounted, turned the horse around, and let it go. He went down the official road to the dense grape trellis to change his clothes.

She couldn't go on a horse, or those people would get Forsythia in trouble if they recognized the horse.

This is a set of exotic dresses embroidered with silver filigree patterns, and Wan Wan also picked up a silver bracelet with a unique material and a silver bouquet of flowers from those goods. Pouring some water from the water bladder to wash off the potion and beard on her face, Wan Wan suddenly felt beautiful.

The moon knife was hung back on his waist, and the gorgeous red scarf was pinned under the high bundle of hair. Wan Wan's good feeling exploded. So she stepped out of the trellis in a majestic and high-spirited manner, and set off towards the food stall.

When Wan Wan approached the food stall, the cloth strips had already found many iron hooks. At this moment, I borrowed the whetstone of the store to sharpen those iron hooks. As for the store, there is no trace of it, I don't know if it is hiding or it has been accidental.

The white-faced man himself picked up two iron hooks and ordered someone to escort a brocade-clothed catcher to him quickly. Two big men with strips of cloth on their heads answered, and caught a brocade cloth nearby.

The hearing and eyesight of this body are excellent, Wan Wan can see clearly at the moment that the injured person is not very old, although he is controlled by others, but the unyielding and arrogant in his eyes make him not so embarrassed.

Seeing that the iron hook in the white-faced man's hand had been aimed at the young man's fast-catching pipa bone and swung high into the air, Wan Wan was still a long way from the food stall at the moment. In a hurry, a roar erupted from his chest.

"Let go of the boy."

As soon as this angry cheer came out, not only the people at the food stall were stunned, but even Wanwan herself was stunned. She just wanted to slap her two mouths, how did such a middle two line come out of this mouth.

Moreover, she is here to find death, what kind of hero is this inexplicable. As a result, the hero has not yet been charged, and his face will be lost to his grandmother's house.

Fortunately, these ancients did not understand this stalk. So Wan Wan cleared her throat, and continued to walk towards the food stall with her head held high without panic and without a beat. It's not important to lose face or anything, anyway, she'll happily return to the ghost world later, and she still cares about face after such a short while.

The brocade catchers are confused,—— this face, this body shape, this is what their family adults are right?! No matter how you look left and right, there is such a thick sense of wrongness.

The cloth strip group was even more confused,—— what kind of routine is this Nima?!

Under the sluggish gaze of the brocade catchers, and in the vigilance of the cloth strip group as if facing the enemy, Wan Wan walked to the white-faced man's dining table with great momentum, and then pressed the skirt shirt slightly with the back of her hand, and sat down with her legs side-by-side.

The contrast between before and after made the white-faced man's vigilance in his throat choke straight into his chest, so stuffy that he almost couldn't breathe.

And those brocade trappers thought in unison at this moment: the thing in front of him must not be the chief catcher of his family.

Wan Wan was a little unhappy. Why did she walk here safely and sit in front of the villain leader? Shouldn't these people have shot her as soon as she appeared?!

Did he want to hold her and ask about the whereabouts of the agarwood box? In this case, it will not be easy to do, she is here to die, not to suffer.

Wan Wan became irritable again. In annoyance, I couldn't help but despise the white-faced man opposite: she is such a big official, how can she be worthy of the identity of a thief if she doesn't kill her immediately?!

Obviously, Wan Wan underestimated the prestige of this body.

When the other party saw her behaving like this, his eyes were first impatient and disdainful at this moment, and he firmly believed that she was prepared. The cloth strip group gathered behind the white-faced man without moving, and put on a solemn atmosphere.

The white-faced man and others here are trying to use these brocade clothes to force her out quickly, so as to find out the whereabouts of the agarwood box. But at this moment, he had fear in his heart, and for the first time he really experienced the horror of the rumors. Ming Wanwan will definitely not be able to stay, leaving endless troubles.

Wan Wan's observation is still not very good, and when she caught the killing intent in the eyes of the white-faced man, she suddenly became excited.

This undisguised excitement made the fear in the heart of the white-faced man even greater,—— this was indeed a bloodthirsty pervert.

As soon as the white-faced man waved his hand, a member of the cloth strip group came up with a pot of wine.

"In Xia Wujiyan, I have long admired the prestige of Lord Ming, and today you and I are our own masters, and all kinds of actions in the next are also helpless." Wu Jiyan said that he had two bowls of wine in his own hands, "Please allow me to pay tribute to Lord Ming first, and you and I will talk about this grievance after all the respects." ”

Although the rumored Ming Wanwan is fierce and vicious, she is also the most gracious and righteous, especially fond of wine. In the name of admiration, he toasted first and then discussed the interests of their respective allegiances, and the other party would not refuse. In order to dispel the other party's concerns, Wu Jiyan took the first bowl and raised his neck, and drank it with a very proud attitude.

Wan Wan didn't know the twists and turns in his stomach at all, and she didn't care if he was called inorganic salt or black corns. Her eyes were full of the bowl of wine.

This is the poisonous wine of legend, right?!

Wan Wan was very excited, picked up the wine bowl and poured it happily.

Although those brocade clothes had determined that this person was not an adult in their family, they looked very much like their adults when they looked at this worrying IQ now. So, despite the doubts in their hearts, two catchers shouted out.

"There is fraud!"

"Adults can't drink it."

It's not a rare drink. Wan Wan drank not a drop of the wine left, and then smashed the wine bowl and waited excitedly for the road of the ghost world to reappear in front of her.

A quarter of an hour passed, two quarters of an hour passed,......。

There was no sign of poisoning at all. She was depressed again, and the disappointment after the ecstasy made her depressed and a little depressed: she didn't need to use poison, are you embarrassed to be a villain?!

Several brocade-clothed catchers gave each other a look.

Because of the second master of the Ming family, ordinary poison can't help Ming Wanwan. Is this a game done by the enemy, or is this person really their family?!

The tense atmosphere was finally catalyzed by this strangeness, and the swords of the cloth strip were unsheathed one after another, flashing a cold glow in the night.

Wan Wan was excited again, there won't be anything wrong this time! Looking at the sharp swords, Wan Wan only wanted to shout: Come on, let the swords rain down on me!

The gate of the Ghost Gate Pass and the Yama Hall seemed to have appeared in front of you.

Wan Wan couldn't help but slap the table, "Come on!" ”

Startled by her sudden voice, the Strip Ball stepped back and brandished its sword. At this moment, the silver bracelet on Wan Wan's wrist hit the tabletop, and the lines at the bottom of the bracelet made a "click" sound, and the carving of Namanzhu Sawa stood upright as if it were alive, and then countless cow hair needles shot out.

It is like the drizzle of spring, like the wind and frost of winter, so one after another, splashing and sprinkling with lightning speed to envelop the cloth strips.

With the sound of swords falling to the ground, the strips of cloth ...... The regiment was extinguished.

Wu Jiyan's white face had turned purple and black because of the poison on the cow hair needle, he slowly slid to the ground while holding the table, and said with difficulty: "Lord Ming... It's not like what is rumored... ”

What should I do if I want to cry? What if I want to cry but I want to complain?! - This waste villain who has not done enough things, just die, what kind of drama is there to add!

At this moment, the forsythia flew over like a wind, and she quickly cut the rope on the body of a brocade-clothed catcher, and threw a small medicine bottle to him. He kept running towards Wu Jiyan, and cut off his head with a knife in his hand. His mouth seemed to explain his behavior: "You must not leave half a living mouth and tarnish the reputation of adults." ”

The brocade who got rid of the rope quickly opened the medicine bottle and poured out a small pill to swallow, and quickly untied the ropes of several other people. These brocade trappers quickly swallowed the pills, and then they did not sit down to exercise pranayama like in the TV series, but each picked up a weapon to harvest the heads neatly.

There were still doubts in their hearts, but Forsythia appeared. Out of trust in their companions, they took action without asking anything.

When it was determined that these people were already dead and could no longer die, Forsythia and a few brocade-clothed catchers quickly dragged up Wan Wan, who was still in a daze at the table, and withdrew silently with superb light skills in the night sky.

Wan Wan's heart refused: let go of me and let me go to see the king ......of Hades, ahh