"Since the Holy Lord, you have nothing else to do when you come to Buyue Island, then the old man will go back to his room to rest!

Holy Lord, what do you like here, just take a look, just look around, I hope you find that woman sooner!hehehehe......"

While the white-haired elder stood up tremblingly, he was shone by the drunken rotten grass valley people, his face was smiling, his white eyebrows were fluffy, and he was supported by two strong men who rushed behind him, one high and one low, and turned around slightly, slowly got down the moonlight altar, and the moment he stepped on the ground, his long hair could still hang down to the ground, and he still walked straight towards the dark night ahead with half a smile. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Elder slow, slow down! haha......"

Zhao Shujie saw that the old man left with a big grin, but he was a lot more relaxed, because at least on the current hexagonal altar, he was the boss, and he didn't have to be restrained! He was so drunk that his head was banging on the side, and he sent him away happily.

"It seems that the Holy Lord is treating our village as a new home!"

"It's really like it! You look at the free and easy appearance of the Holy Lord, without restraint!"

"This is a good thing! If the Holy Lord can regard Buyuezhuang as his home, then the Holy Lord will come here often in the future! Perhaps, maybe the Holy Lord may still live in Buyuezhuang for a long time! In that case, we will be more peaceful here!"

"Isn't it, with the Holy Lord here, no one will dare to come to Buyue Island to rob in the future!"

"I hope so......"

Not long after Zhao Shujie's farewell words came out, he suddenly heard a series of discussions from the surrounding crowd, and he felt in a daze that the villagers still respected him and welcomed him!

"That's good! That's good!"

When Zhao Shujie repeated the three words, he raised the pot again and took a sip.

"Holy Lord, Holy Lord! Many of the people in this village are in pairs, and most of them are young!"

At this moment, the people of Rotten Grass Valley also felt that there was no white-haired elder on the wine table, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed, and he was too comfortable, so he began to have no scruples with Zhao Shujie as he did on weekdays. rambling small talk.

Zhao Shujie listened to the words of the people of the Rotten Grass Valley, hiccuped twice, shook his hazy head and looked at the crowd around the moonlight altar, and found that the gongs and drums were gone, but the villagers were still there, and there were indeed many beautiful girls among the people! He turned his eyes obliquely again, looking at the poor young men with gongs and drumsticks in their hands, and immediately disdained them.

"Ben, the master won't leave tonight!"

Zhao Shujie raised the wine jug high with his right hand. But his hand was weak, and the jug fell to the gray stone table with a clatter, and he suddenly became clever, and then said to the girls of the village with a wicked smile on his face.

"Yes, great, the Holy Lord is finally willing to stay!"

"It's a great thing that I never dreamed of!"

"Then let's sing and laugh and dance again......"

"Hahahaha......"

......

Immediately afterwards, the villagers were more real than the oldest guy, singing and dancing around the moonlight altar to add new love to Zhao Shujie.

"Hahahaha...... Hahahaha...... This master, this master should really come here often in the future! here, this place is quite like a fairyland! haha......"

Zhao Shujie was led by everyone's singing and dancing. I drank more vigorously, and it seemed. It was as if he could never finish the wine in the small bronze flask he was carrying!

"You, where did you find such a beautiful girl?"

Drinking and drinking, Zhao Shujie was also jealous of the young men who beat the gongs and drums. When he drank impulsively, he pointed and waved for advice.

"Haha, it's rare for the Holy Lord to find a new love!"

"Really!"

"For more than 10 years, I have been listening to the elders explain to us how the Holy Lord has mercy on his dead wife. I can't imagine that the Holy Lord has also passed this day of love!"

"Hey, the Holy Lord is also a man!

"Yes, yes, then let us also wish the Holy Lord to find a new love as soon as possible!"

"The Holy Lord just asked, so why don't you tell him now, our girls are all from Budujie! And, in fact, there is the most delicate girl hidden in Buyue Island!"

"You guys. What are you talking about? On Fuyue Island, the owner of Fuyue Island is a delicate girl?"

After listening to everyone's discussions, the people of Rotten Grass Valley were more excited than the king of the array, and they were so anxious that they took over and interjected questions.

"Then, that's good! Holy Lord, he has peach blossom blessings!"

At the same time as the people of Rotten Grass Valley spoke, they turned their faces sideways to look at the king of the array on the side, and they were full of joy to bless Zhao Shujie.

"Hahahaha...... Ben, this master will not come in vain this time!"

Zhao Shujie neither stated his intentions, nor did he deny the girl that the village boy said, pretending to be extremely deep.

"Holy Lord, Holy Lord should be like this! Joy and anger are invisible!"

Among the villagers on the side, some people began to pat themselves on the back.

"Hahahaha...... Hahahaha......"

For a long time after that, Zhao Shujie was drinking wine, eating meat, and smiling.

When he laughed to the extreme, Zhao Shujie looked at the beautiful women under the altar, looked at their charming posture and dancing, and couldn't help but get up and dance with them. Gradually, there were no men in his eyes, and all he could see were the women in the audience, and they looked at them with great fascination, almost obsession, completely ignoring the feelings of the young men under the altar, and did not care which of them would be jealous.

"Holy Lord, Holy Lord seems to have changed after more than ten years!"

The boys thought to themselves.

Soon, the young men under the altar felt unhappy in their hearts and stopped beating gongs and drums. The beautiful Katsuka girls on the periphery of the boys also stopped dancing and singing. All of them stared at the half-singing and half-dancing Holy Lord on the top of the hexagonal altar with their eyes in unison, and felt that the more they danced, the more outrageous they became.

Sure enough, after a while, the great "Holy Lord" jumped on the top of the moonlight altar due to drunkenness.

"Hey, ...... Ah, Holy Lord, you can't sleep here! Yes, you're going to catch a cold!"

Although the people of the Rotten Grass Valley also drank too much, they were at least stronger than Zhao Shujie, and when they saw the formation master, he "jumped" on the altar, and was so nervous that he shouted that he missed the stuffing, and rushed to Zhao Shujie's side to catch him from the last finger height of the cold altar, helped him up, and helped him to the wide seat to sit firmly.

"You guys, go back to your room and rest early! ”

Although the people of the Rotten Grass Valley could feel that the gongs and drums outside the hexagonal altar had disappeared, they could also feel that the voices of the people under the altar had disappeared, and they were as dead as death, so he was afraid that after a while, the king of the array would play some drunken madness to expose their identities and lose their adults, so he was busy driving away the villagers. (To be continued.) )