"But I'm so hungry~!"

Luo Yan'er's nose was sour, and the grievances of being nervous and having nothing to eat for days suddenly turned into a series of tears and fell on the table.

Luo Hu opened his mouth, but was kicked back by a kick from under Song Ren's table.

"You're too fat!" Meng Pozi took a sip of wine and groaned comfortably.

Luo Yan'er looked at the slender arm that she could hold in her hand, and then looked at Meng Po's strong biceps.

Woo~ cried out of the voice.

Song Ren rolled his eyes, the whole person is the whole person, what kind of bad reason are you looking for?

couldn't help but persuade: "Fat is good to raise, and besides, fat is not afraid of cold." ”

Wow~ Luo Yan'er cried even more sadly.

Meng Po's eyes were tilted, Song Renshan laughed, and obediently closed her mouth.

"Don't say that your mother-in-law won't give you a chance," Meng Po grabbed a handful of melon seeds and clicked:

"Go find Luo Yang, and then give him a baby, then we will naturally become a family. ”

Poof~, she spit out two whole melon seed skins: "When the time comes, don't talk about rice, you just want to eat~ Luo Yang, my mother-in-law won't stop you!"

said that he didn't hold back first, and laughed hilariously.

The laughter was so full of emotion that the passers-by in the street stopped and looked up to see which woman was drunk and drunk.

Luo Yan'er cried and didn't take this stubble at all.

But there seemed to be someone next to him who was not happy.

Bang~, a brightly dressed man at the next table slapped the wine bowl on the table and yelled at the counter:

"Xiao Er, what kind of shop do you open, can you put anything in?"

The laughter and crying came to an abrupt end, and everyone's eyes were focused on Dahan.

The shopkeeper over there didn't dare to slack off, and ran over to accompany the big man with a smile on his face.

Meng Po sat firmly on the chair, neither speaking nor eating or drinking.

Just looking out the window, he sneered, and knocked on the table with four fingers of his right hand alternately:

Dada, dada......

This voice was a little oozing in Luo Hu's ears, and a picture of bloody flesh and blood couldn't help but appear in front of him.

He hurriedly got up and punched his chest at the big man: "This brother ......"

"Who is he, your brother?" Before he finished speaking, the big man dusted off his clothes and glared at him: "Call the fourth master~"

Yes, you are the master, brother doesn't care, okay? Be kind to the liver and lungs of a donkey.

Luo Hu sat down stupidly, no longer caring about the life or death of the big man.

Song Ren beside him laughed strangely, shook the ugly fish head, and looked at the big man.

"Just cut your tongue, don't hurt anyone's life. Meng Po's tone seemed to be saying that the wine was a little cold, and it was indifferent and casual to warm it.

Luo Yan'er was frightened and hurriedly covered her eyes.

But a gap was left, revealing two tear-stained eyes.

The big man laughed, and stood up with a hideous face: "Do ......you want the fourth master's tongue?"

Before he could utter the words, a line of blood suddenly appeared at the base of his tongue.

With a fountain of blood, half of his tongue was spit out.

"Ah~~"

The terrible screams echoed over the entire tavern, and even some people shouted "murder" and ran to report to the official.

The big man sat on his knees.

One hand half-covers the mouth that is still spurting blood, and the other hand picks up the severed tongue and stuffs it into the mouth.

Luo Hu shook his head, finally couldn't bear it, stepped forward to stop the bleeding and bandage the big man, and then busily pacified the frightened diners.

When everything was arranged, a group of soldiers rushed up from downstairs.

At the head was a young man dressed in light silver armor, with tiger eyes and sword eyebrows, a velvet beard under his nose, and a long sheathed knife straddling his waist, which he held in his hand like an armrest.

The young man looked around at first, and soon noticed the big man covered in blood.

He furrowed his eyebrows and asked in a cold tone, "Who did this?"

No one squeaked, but the eyes of the diners upstairs all looked at Meng Po's table with a blank look.

The young man looked at everyone's gaze, and his face twitched slightly.

Naturally, he will not be as knowledgeable as the big man.

At a glance, among the four suspects, except for the woman and the girl, there was nothing strange to see.

The young man's divine light is contained, and the source power of his body is like a tide, and he is obviously a guy who is about to enter the sainthood of a fifth-level Dacheng.

And the last one is even more amazing.,Demon head body.,This is clearly a great sage who has just advanced.。。

He coughed dryly, bang~ and pounded on his chest, and then asked loudly:

I wonder if a few of you have any explanation for this. ”

...... No one answered.

Meng Po was staring at the red feather beast outside with relish.

Song Ren played with the tongue in his hand and looked at Luo Foodie with amusement.

Luo Foodie had no choice but to look desperate and put the chicken leg he had just stolen back on the plate.

And Luo Hu, the only normal person left, had to stand up helplessly, and arched his hand at the young man:

"I've seen the little general, here's how it ......"

As he spoke, the young man looked at the big man with pity.

I thought it was a scene of flirting with beautiful women, but I never thought it was just a bloody case caused by a quarrel.

His expression was straight: "That is the case, please come with me on a trip." ”

Then he hurriedly added: "I, Lord Saint Fan Qingfan, the lord of Chibane City, is in the mansion, and I hope you don't make it difficult for the villain." ”

Song Ren smiled, crushed his hand and broke his tongue: "Take the saint to press us......?"

"Let's go!" Meng Po finally stopped looking at the sky, she interrupted Song Ren's cruel words, and said to the young man, "Take me to meet your city lord." ”

Song Ren glanced at Meng Po in surprise, and then suddenly woke up and didn't say more.

The young man was a little dumbfounded, what is the origin of these people?

At that moment, he didn't dare to slack off, and after saying his request, he led the four of them all the way to the City Lord's Mansion.

As for the big man who has no tongue, no one cares.

......

Hearing the arrival of the next person, Fan Qing, the lord of Chibane City, frowned lightly: Fish-headed saint?

"Take them to the parlour, I'll be there later. ”

"No need~" An ethereal voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

Fan Qing's expression changed greatly, and he turned his head to look at the door.

Two women, one man, and one great sage were rushing in, and behind him was a young man with a blank face.

"Who are you?" Fan Qing's eyes stared at the middle-aged woman among the two women, and his heart was extremely shocked.

Not everyone can appear directly to a saint, even the voice.

But the woman sent the voice directly to his ears

ps: It's almost not finished, but I don't have time, so I'll send it first, and I'll send it after I've changed it in a while.