The broken teapot and teacup were quietly suffering at the door, and there was still the magnificence in the room, which was still a table, two cushions, three ancient books, a stove, a painting and half a lamp of incense.

Luo Wusheng pushed his chin back into place with his hand, this is simply a change in seconds! There is no posture to exert power, so he leaves without waving his sleeves, and all the magnificence is left because of his departure. Thinking of this, Luo Wusheng chased after him, "Master, master......"

In the Licheng City Lord's Mansion......

The three handsome men each held a jar of wine in their hands, and their eyes were so confused that they could only see where the mouth of the jar was.

"Isn't there any news of Wusheng yet?" said Fifth Mo, who was still dressed in white.

"Nope. ”

"Nope. ”

Ye Qingjue and Shang Wushang replied at the same time, there was no trace of drunkenness in his tone, but he was helpless and helpless.

Fifth Mo looked up and poured another large sip of wine into his mouth, and new wine marks were added to his white clothes, "Where's the ghost face?"

"No, there isn't. ”

"No, there isn't. ”

Ye Qingjue and Shang Wushang replied in unison again, and then also raised the wine jar and drank.

"So what?"

Ye Qingjue monk Wu Shang did not answer this time, and they all looked at the wine altar and fell into deep thought.

He even coaxed and deceived her for how long he had been newly married, and before he could make up for the thousands of years of regrets, and before he had time to collect more memories with her, she disappeared like this.

And he endured it for a thousand years, and finally overcame the hurdle in his heart, raised the courage to meet her, reacquainted with her, and just wanted to be the big brother who guarded her, but he didn't even see him, and she disappeared like this.

Fifth Mo looked at the two, and couldn't help but start to miss the one who was not very friendly to him a thousand years ago, and the first time they met after a thousand years, she was sometimes jealous and sometimes cute, he waited for a thousand years, and he was the first person to see her, but he was also the first person to lose her. When she disappeared in his mansion, he couldn't wait to separate himself into thousands of clones, and immediately found her, he looked for her so hard, chased so hard, and finally knew where it was, and when he chased her, she was gone again.

In the hollowed flesh, perhaps only drunkenness is the only thing that can relieve mental pain. Three men, blue, white and red clothes are staggered, and their intersection at this moment is Luo Wusheng, who is currying favor with the ghost-faced ancient jade in Fengqingguan.

The moonlight at the end of summer, with a hint of unbearable coolness, sent the three intoxicating people to sleep.

The strange one who didn't complete the task walked very slowly along the way, and he kept thinking about how to explain when he went back. When he entered Licheng, he quickened his pace, there was obviously something strange in the city, something must have happened.

He panted to the door of the night house, and when he entered the door, he happened to bump into Jinlan, and after inquiry, he learned that his housewife had lost it. So he began to worry about whether to tell the night that he didn't complete the task, don't report it, if he blames it in the future, then he will definitely not be able to eat and walk around, report it, the master is already depressed because the master mother is gone, this matter will only add another layer of blockage to his heart.

"Let's report it. ”

"This ......"

Jin Lan straightened her face, her eyebrows frowned slightly, "At first, the master mother was gone, although the master was irritable, he was still looking for it. But the days are getting longer and longer, and the master has learned that the master mother was taken away by the ghost-faced scholar, so he slowly began to fall. In the past few days, the city lord of Hemo and the lord of Shang City have been drunk every day in the courtyard where the master mother lived before she left, and no matter how much we persuade us, they will not listen. ”

"I'm going now, isn't the master still awake? Then I'll wait until he's drunk. ”

"Confused, raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow. You better go now, and persuade the master by the way. ”

Blame one for not thinking about it, early death is death, late death is death, early death is early superbirth. "Okay, I'll go. "With that, cross Jinlan and prepare to go to the other courtyard.

"The Mo City Lord and the Shang City Lord are here, you ...... like this"

"You're reminded that I know how to do it. ”

The two guards at the door watched a handsome young man walk in like this, and they stopped it, it seemed that the person was quite familiar with the Jin Commander, and the Jin Commander didn't stop him. Don't stop it, if something goes wrong, it's their responsibility.

The two of them were about to step forward to stop the strange one, but Jinlan seemed to have some kind of divine power, and a gesture stopped them. Many people think that the strange thirteen doctors on the Yeqing Mansion are a group of strange people who are not good-looking, tall, short, and fat, and have no advantages, except for their medical skills, they really don't have any advantages, of course, some people in the Night Mansion are also in this ranks. If they knew that the Strange Thirteen Doctors were actually handsome, would their jaws fall off directly? Everything was already predestined, and when the Strange Thirteen Doctors really showed their true faces, wouldn't he know? The most important thing now is to find his own living treasure housemother. Thinking of this, Jin Lan walked towards the inn with steps, the masters were drunk, and it was only him, Chu Ying and Hua Lin's subordinates who worked hard.

On the other side, the handsome and handsome strange one turned into the previous septuagenarian again, trembling towards the courtyard. As soon as he walked to the door of the courtyard, he was greeted by a pungent and disgusting smell of alcohol. Blame Yi didn't suppress everything in his chest that was turning over the river and the sea, blocked his nose with his hand, and walked into the courtyard.

The inside of the annex is clean and warm, except for the gazebo. Looking around, I saw three people lying in the pavilion, and I didn't use my toes to think that it was the three peerless masters of the seven-dimensional world, but if they were seen at the moment, I don't know how many girls' eyes would cry blind, and how many girls' hearts would be broken. Some people may ask, "Is this really our city lord?"

Now for these three city lords, maybe only in dreams, they are happy, they let go of all their guards and enjoy their dreams wholeheartedly, so that the strange one does not stand in front of them, and they do not have the slightest reaction when they are strong in martial arts.

Wei Yi shook his head helplessly, found the housekeeper, prescribed a pair of sobering pills, and asked the housekeeper to order someone to boil it.

At noon, the sun was still scorching in late summer and early autumn, and it was strange that he was not carrying his hunchback, holding sobering medicine, and feeding the three city lords bowl by bowl. As the saying goes, you can't wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep, and you can't wake up someone who is indulging in a sweet dream. Since you can't wake up, for the doctor, you can only use drugs to forcibly wake up.

After feeding the medicine, the monster sat out of breath on the stone bench beside him, wiping the beads of sweat that kept flowing down his forehead, and looked at the incense that the housekeeper had just ordered to light.

A stick of incense was about to burn out, but the three of Ye Qingjue, Fifth Mo and Shang Wushang did not have any signs of sobriety. Strange eyebrows wrinkled together: No, I increased the dose of sobering medicine, it stands to reason that I should have woken up half an hour ago, but now it's almost an hour, and no one has woken up, how much wine did these three gods drink?