Tiger Lodge. Brightly lit nights.

That Wu Hunjiang held the wine jar high, and went around to meet the big guy and drink heavily, his face was full of red light, and he was quite bold.

There was a white-faced scholar named Bai Zhiwen who had a very lively conversation with Na Wu Hunjiang. Although Bai Zhiwen looks soft and weak, he actually has three realms and five layers of cultivation, and the kung fu of the hidden weapon in one hand is very good, there are seven silver needles in the paper fan in his left hand, and a flying locust stone in the white sleeve of his right hand.

Jiang Xiu, who was also named by Wu Hunjiang during the day, was a heroine among women, with her hair tied up and a sword behind her. At this time, he was sitting in the corner drinking sullen wine, and he didn't seem interested in interacting with people.

And Liu Rongjie was in the center of the night banquet, but the lively place was very cold, alone in the crowd slanting and drinking, and the laughter and noise around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Mo Haoqiong and Zhao Qingqiu sat in the corner, although there were few people here, the food was still the same, so for Mo Haoqiong, it was a very comfortable thing for them to dominate the entire dinner table.

"No point ......" Zhao Qingqiu held his forehead.

Mo Haoqiong was busy eating vegetables, it was rare to have this kind of opportunity on weekdays, and he was too lazy to see a certain apprentice now.

The old man chatted with a big guy in the center. Suddenly, I saw Zhao Qingqiu in the corner, as if I remembered something, why was my side so empty?

"Hey, wait, brother, do you know where my grandson has gone?"

"Haha, leader, I can't go to a dark room to steal with a certain woman. ”

A big guy with gold teeth in his mouth and a calloon in his hand replied with a smile.

The old man smiled awkwardly.

"Don't say so much, drink!"

The dinner was at its climax.

Na Wu Hun Jiang touched a big circle and came to Na Jiang Xiu's side. Under Zhao Qingqiu's gaze, although Wu Hunjiang's face was flushed, his eyes were not upside down, his mouth moved, and he didn't know what to say to Jiang Xiu. After listening to the words, Na Jiang Xiu got up directly and threw the wine jar in his hand, clasped his hands, and quarreled with Na Wu Hunjiang. After arguing for about half a pillar of incense, Na Jiang Xiu's momentum weakened slightly, but he didn't seem to want to reason with Na Wu Hunjiang anymore, so he sat down and turned his head to stop looking at the bad man.

Wu Hunjiang walked step by step holding the already empty wine jar.

Zhao Qingqiu hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and grabbed the food with Mo Haoqiong.

"Can you two have a good time?"

Wu Hunjiang's big mouth wrapped in thick stubble spoke with a pungent smell of oil and salt and a rich smell of wine.

Zhao Qingqiu gently put down the chopsticks, picked up the stoneware cup and took a sip of Lao Baifen, letting the hot bloom on the tip of his tongue, half ringing, and said slowly: "It's okay." ”

Mo Haoqiong was busy eating food and didn't pay attention to him.

"If you two are full of food and drink, you can go to the chivalrous hall of the back house of the villa, and we will have something important to discuss. Wu Hunjiang's face was a sincere smile, and he did not have the demeanor of the owner of the villa at all.

"Okay. Zhao Qingqiu gently lifted the chopsticks again, and cherished the words like gold.

"Thank you very much. Wu Hunjiang suddenly bowed his head.

A flying locust stone broke through the air from Wu Hunjiang's bowed head, the speed was amazing, and it was filled with the internal force of silver ash, it seemed that this was the full force of the three realms of the Lingtai, and the direction was Mo Haoqiong, who was busy picking vegetables!

Mo Haoqiong's chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and he lowered his head and took a bite of the towering rice drenched in vegetable juice for no reason.

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Qingqiu immediately drew his sword and burst out, a wave of air with a fierce cold wind spread from Zhao Qingqiu's sword, the food and wine jar poured and burst, the sword was drawn so fast that there was no shadow, and in an instant, the long sword was firmly against Wu Hunjiang's neck. Zhao Qingqiu glanced back at a certain division, he was safe and sound, she breathed a sigh of relief, and turned her head to look back at Wu Hunjiang.

The table in front of Mo Haoqiong overturned, but he still sat as steady as Mount Tai. He threw away his chopsticks indifferently, and looked at Wu Hunjiang, who was stuck in the neck by Zhao Qingqiu's long sword, with a smile in his eyes.

"The Woman Spends Her Life, the Woman Spends Her Life......"

Wu Hunjiang is obviously a big and strong man, but at this time, he is like a chicken, the empty wine jar in his hand fell to the ground, his legs trembled, and his speech trembled, "I don't understand what's wrong with you......

"Someone assassinated the people in Sword Valley! You say, this Tiger Fu Villa, should it be changed to another big boss immediately!"

"No, it's not ......" Although Wu Hunjiang was eight feet tall, he bowed his head and bent over at this time, and kept laughing.

Zhao Qingqiu's long sword that melted into the night still didn't move away.

The feasters around were astonished.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Zhao Qingqiu's eyes flashed. There must be something wrong with this Wu Hunjiang, but there is still no evidence, if they kill people for no reason, with their martial arts, it will be difficult to get out, and it will also damage the reputation of Sword Valley.

As if nothing had happened, he withdrew his long sword, sat down firmly on the slightly loose wooden bench that Hufu Villa hastily purchased for the banquet, and cocked Erlang's legs.

"The table and chairs bought by the owner are a little poor, I just chatted with the owner for a few words, and this table full of food happened to fall to the ground at this time. Owner, your face seems to be a little unsightly. ”

"This time I didn't do it well and made your guests uncomfortable, I'm really sorry, I will take care of it. Wu Hunjiang instantly integrated into the role.

The corners of Zhao Qingqiu's mouth hooked up a sneer.

At a table in the northeast, an old woman held a wooden cane carved with a Merlot's head, and smiled disdainfully at Wu Hunjiang's bent back and smiling.

"Ancestor, what's wrong with you?" asked a man in Tsing Yi behind her softly.

"It's fine. People are old and their eyes are a little flowery. The old woman retracted her gaze as if nothing had happened, and turned her eyes to the soft-shelled turtle soup in the center of the table, "Yun'er, give me a spoonful of soup." ”

"Ancestor, you have something on your mind. The man in Tsing Yi carefully fed the old woman a spoonful of old soup.

"It's okay...... It's just that tonight, it's better to go to bed later. The old woman took a spoonful of soup and said suddenly.

"Good. The people in Tsing Yi don't understand the truth, but they still choose to listen to the words of their ancestors.

A cadre of officials and people from the government also went to the banquet here. Hufu Villa is not a place of evil, it is mainly to provide thugs and people for all forces, collect money to do things, and make appointments is neutral, and people in the government can come to join in the fun.

But Tiger Lodge is by no means a good one.

Several officers and soldiers drank crookedly, and one of them, although he kept bumping into his colleagues, his eyes were still clear, and he looked at Wu Hun Jiang all the way, and saw the whole process of Wu Hunjiang's conversation with the white-robed Confucian scholar and the white-robed scholar who assassinated the people in the Sword Valley but did not succeed.

His left hand involuntarily touched the brass long knife that was standard for officers and soldiers, and the various strange cases of the government for more than ten years gave him a special perception, and all kinds of signs in front of him told him that tonight was not simple.

He pondered for a while, made up his mind, and quietly slipped his left hand into the inside of the cloth armor, took out a small pale paper bag, and opened it, revealing a small gray-green bonded lump inside.

With the thumb of his left hand firmly, a little dust was sticked, and he quickly wrapped the small bag, and after a little thought, he did not stuff it back into the inner armor, but held it in the palm of his hand.

There is no abnormality around. At this time, he seemed to have drunk too much and couldn't stand it, so he hurriedly grabbed a bean and was about to put it in his mouth, but he seemed to be too drunk, and with a shake of his chopsticks, the bean fell on the golden catcher's coat.

He staggered and reached out to grab the bean with his left hand, as if he wanted to drop it on the ground. The moment the gray-green dusty thumb touched the bean, it began to turn black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Poisonous!

A cold sweat ran down his forehead. He looked around. All the people, drinking and eating, talking and laughing loudly, are so unhappy.

The beans fell to the ground, stained with dirt.

The black color on his left thumb was striking.

All those who attend the feast tonight, including him, probably, will give their lives here.

Dangerous!