"Brother Ji, you shocked everyone in a battle at the city gate that night, I have something important to tell you!" Meng Xuan just sat down, joy floating between his eyebrows.

"Didn't you see that I came first?" Wang Tianhao shook the folding fan, and raised his eyebrows with anger.

"You say your word, I say mine. If you don't speak first, will you let me wait for you? ”

Meng Xuan turned his head and glanced at Wang Tianhao, even if you are wearing a fancy dress, I don't care who you are.

"Prince Wang, don't be angry."

Seeing that the two of them were tense, Wu Anrao called someone to bring a pot of good wine, poured two cups and put them in front of Wang Tianhao and Meng Xuan.

"An Rao, you wait for me for a while, you go to sit at another table first."

With all the beautiful wines in front of him, Wang Tianhao's anger disappeared suddenly, and he looked at Wu Anrao with a smile.

"Looking for me?" Ji Wutong didn't raise his head, picked up the dishes and chopsticks and continued to eat.

"Something! My steward, the steward of the palace, died from your arrows that would catch fire, right? Wang Tianhao's smiling face suddenly changed color, and while questioning Ji Wutong, he didn't forget to glare at Meng Xuan.

"He brought it on himself."

Ji Wutong finally filled his stomach, and from the moment Wang Tianhao reported his home, he knew that he was here to find trouble.

Wu Anrao heard the words Steward Wang, and thought for a moment to speak, but was gagged by Ji Wutong's words.

"Great chaos in the city! He wanted to kill me and steal my arrows. How is it? Ji Wutong glanced at Wu Anrao, and her eyebrows were as tight as mountain peaks.

"Ji Xianshi! Even if he tries to kill you, you can subdue him, and then you should send him to the city to build a court or send him back to my king's house for trial. What right do you have to put him to death? ”

Wang Tianhao slapped the paper fan on the table, waiting for Ji Wutong's reply, and did not forget to take a few more glances at Wu Anrao.

"Hahahaha! ....”

Before Ji Wutong could speak, Meng Xuan on the side laughed.

"What are you laughing at? Don't think that if you are a guest of King Changning, I am afraid of you! ”

Wang Tianhao naturally heard the mockery in Meng Xuan's laughter. In front of Wu Anrao, it was the first time that he couldn't pull his face so much.

"Don't think that if you are from the Wang family, I am afraid of you. I laugh at you for being stupid! ”

Meng Xuan's laughter continued, making Wang Tianhao clench the paper fan in his hand, and the immortal power in his palm moved faintly.

"Whoa... Whoa..."

There was a sound of abacus behind him, Zhang Shanyou squinted his eyes and walked this way.

"Wang Gongzi, I don't ask if the building is not a street in the market."

Although Zhang Shanyou had a smile on his face, there was a hint of warning in his tone.

He had to let this prince understand the consequences of doing something in Wuwenlou.

"Zhang Zhang, you don't ask the people in the building to kill my Wang family steward, do you want to shelter?"

Wang Tianhao stood up, and instantly felt the power of the immortal power exuded by Zhang Shanyou, and had to let go of the hand holding the folding fan.

Zhang Shanyou looked at Wang Tianhao with a smile, the abacus in his heart crackled, Wang Peng was dead and had no proof, how to prove Ji Wutong's innocence.

"Not to mention whether I am self-preservation, do you think it is necessary for me to provoke your housekeeper for no reason?" Ji Wutong, who hadn't spoken for a long time, sat on the chair calmly, not panicking at all.

"Good, good.... Come! ”

Wang Tianhao said and shouted outside the door, and seven or eight immortals rushed into the door, all of whom were raised by the Wang family.

"Prince Wang, don't go too far!"

Zhang Shanyou gritted his back molars and said word by word. The guests in the hall all stopped making noise, seeing that tonight's business was about to be disturbed by this Wang Tianhao.

"Zhang Zhang, don't worry, I won't make trouble in your Wuwen Building. The surname is Ji, you and the Liang son of the Wang family of Wanlang City have come to an end! ”

Wang Tianhao didn't mean to make a big fuss in Wuwenlou, but just showed the strength of his Wang family, held back his anger and smiled at Wu Anrao, and then brushed his sleeves away.

"Everyone! Give the bit! Calm down! Wait a while, Miss Wu will take the stage immediately! ”

Looking at the retreating Wang family, Zhang Shanyou instantly hurriedly laughed and beckoned the guests to continue to eat and drink.

"Little brother... I..."Wu Anrao bit her lip, the reason for Ji Wutong and the Wang family's affairs lies in herself.

"You should come to the stage quickly, otherwise the head of my family will say that I have delayed his business." Ji Wutong smiled and waved his hand to signal that everything was fine.

The singing and dancing on the stage resumed, but there was more sorrow in the singing.

"Then the Wang family is not easy to mess with." The joy between Meng Xuan's eyebrows disappeared, and he was more worried.

"It's a sure thing that I killed his housekeeper, so what's the point if it's not easy to mess with?" Ji Wutong grinned, I even provoked the king of Wu'an in Qingzhou, and I am afraid of the Wang family.

"What is Brother Meng looking for me?" Ji Wutong remembered Meng Xuan's words just now.

"The king of Changning will hold a banquet at noon tomorrow and invite you to go." Meng Xuan patted his head, and then remembered what he was doing.

"Me?"

Ji Wutong paused. Although he has been in Wanlang City for many days, he has not had a relationship with the king of Changning.

"Yes, you!"

Meng Xuan said and put an invitation on the table, on which the words Ji Wutong were written.

"Okay, I got it."

Ji Wutong looked at this invitation and couldn't guess the meaning of King Changning's invitation. Before he had a clue in his heart, he suddenly felt a stuffy breath gushing out of his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Several mouthfuls of blood gushed out of the corners of his mouth one after another, startling Meng Xu, and Zhang Shanyou, who was in a hurry, also saw Ji Wutong's embarrassed appearance.

The two hurriedly helped Ji Wutong to the quiet second floor, where Ji Wutong's immortal power was disordered, and it was difficult to even stand.

After placing Ji Wutong on the second floor, Zhang Shanyou and Meng Xuan glanced at each other, and the two immediately took action to pour immortal power into Ji Wutong's body, temporarily slowing down the surging of qi and blood.

"What did you do?"

Zhang Shanyou looked at Ji Wutong, who was extremely weak at this time, and vomited blood like this, it was difficult for Xiangen to be seriously injured.

"I ate the Locking Heaven Pill." Ji Wutong, who was a little out of breath, slowed down for a long time before speaking.

I wanted to use the Locking Heaven Pill to make the immortal root break the black qi, but I didn't want the black qi around the immortal root to become thicker and thicker at this time, and I couldn't see the appearance of the immortal root clearly.

Ji Wutong kept thinking about what was going on with his immortal root, and there was no abnormality when he used to take immortal grass.

Ever since Old Man Jiang's immortal root entered his body, the immortal root seemed to be very repulsive to these immortal herbs. At that time, Xue Pingshan gave Hui Lingsan was also spit out by himself.

"Strange thing! Strange! Zhang Shanyou rubbed his two fat hands.

Ji Wutong finally came up with some eyebrows, and grabbed the demon pill sent by Nan Li just now, except for Xue Pingshan's share, he used the four demon pills to refine and send into his body with immortal power.

That is, in a moment, Ji Wutong instantly felt the warmth flowing in his body, and the black qi on the fairy root was also less.

"Strange thing... Strange thing.."

Meng Xuan, who was on the side, had seen the subtlety of Ji Wutong's body before, and now he saw that Ji Wutong, who had refined the demon pill, had recovered as before, and even his immortal power had increased a little, and his mouth was full of admiration.

After a few teas, Meng Xuan left Wuwen Building, and when he went out, he was still sighing at the magic of Ji Wutong's immortal root.

Zhang Shanyou also breathed a sigh of relief, patted his big belly and continued to work on his business. If Ji Wutong really has something to do in Wanlang City, it will be really difficult to explain to the red kite.

Ji Wutong, who had just recovered, did not return to the fifth floor, but sat in the hall on the first floor again, and the four demon pills made him refreshed and full of immortal power.

The moonlight was disturbed by fog, and the embers of the red light were dark.

As the night deepened, Wu Anrao sang the last song and sent the guests away and sat in front of Ji Wutong.

"Why does the little brother keep sitting here today? Also like to be lively? ”

Wu Anrao also saw the scene of Ji Wutong vomiting blood just now, and it was not until Ji Wutong returned to the first floor safe and sound that the anxiety in the song disappeared.

It's okay to see Ji Wutong at the moment, and the corners of his mouth smile slightly, I don't know if I'm laughing at Ji Wutong if I'm okay, or laughing at Ji Wutong all the time listening to himself singing in the audience.

"I don't like to watch the excitement, I don't like to join in the excitement, and I don't like to care about the excitement."

Ji Wutong shook his head, if he hadn't had something in his heart, he would have gone back to his room a long time ago.

"Don't meddle in my affairs with the Wang family. If you know that you are the trigger, and it is not good for you, it will only be worse for me,"

Ji Wutong said the plan in his heart, if he let the Wang family know that he killed people for Wu Anrao, I am afraid it will cause an uproar in the city.

Wu Anrao's identity is special, and how many people covet her Zhu Yu's body and wonderful sound.

It's better not to press on yourself for a hero to save beauty, a beauty is indeed a beauty, but Ji Wutong is not a hero now.

"It's all up to the little brother."

Wu Anrao blinked, and there seemed to be a puddle of clear water hidden under her long eyelashes.

"If the little brother has nothing to do at night in the future, come to the first floor to listen to me sing, right?" Wu Anrao opened her mouth, and the expectation between her eyebrows and eyes was self-evident.

"I don't like the hustle and bustle."

Ji Wutong blurted out the answer without thinking about it, and the hustle and bustle here upset him.

"Lively also has the benefit of being lively. If a person has been lonely for a long time, he will be eaten by loneliness! Wu Anrao was not annoyed by Ji Wutong's refusal, but said a witty word.

Wu Anrao was happy today, the corners of her skirt rose and fell and left Wuwenlou with her light steps.

Ji Wutong, who returned to the room on the fifth floor, lit a candle to dispel the coldness and darkness in the room.

In the past, when Xue Pingshan was there, the two would have a few drinks in the small courtyard when they were about to sleep, and they chatted without a word.

And now. Ji Wutong seemed to be able to only talk to himself, talk to himself, and make his own plans.

I don't like to talk to people, I don't know when I developed a problem, even if it was a fight with a demon beast, Ji Wutong didn't feel so tired.

Nan Li, who lost his beloved apprentice, Yu Moyang, who wanted to compete, Wang Tianhao, who found fault, Meng Xuan, who sent invitations, and Zhang Shanyou, who had been planning in his ears.

Ji Wutong simply drilled into his state of mind and killed with the four statues, only to feel happier in his heart.

After a lot of fighting, Ji Wutong gradually had some clues in his heart, he was afraid that he could no longer use fairy grass and immortal medicine, and could only use demon pills.

After only sleeping for two or three hours, Ji Wutong carried two or three snacks and gently knocked on Mo Qingping's door.

"For immortal cultivators, sleeping peacefully is also a good way to cultivate."

Mo Qingping opened the courtyard door and looked at Ji Wutong, who was a little depressed, although he did not put his preaching tone on the surface, but he also pointed out Ji Wutong again.

"Sir, shall I go or not?"

Ji Wutong put the invitation in front of Mo Qingping, he came so early today, just to ask a proper answer.

"Go! Why not? ”

The pu fan shook unhurriedly, and today's porridge was not yet boiled. Mo Qingping lit a fire in front of him, and all he saw was the youth and panic when he got the invitations of the kings.