But he never thought that the little handyman Fu Huanjing had just escaped to the door of the Anxiety Relief Wine Workshop, and was captured by the negative knife behind Meng Yingqiang.

"Little handyman, take it out obediently!" Meng Yingqiang bowed forward and sneered.

At this time, although Fu Huanjing was caught by Jin Yuan, his left hand was still clasping his pocket, as if he was with the worn-out pocket tailor.

"No, I just didn't steal it! What do you want me to take?" Fu Huanjing said unyieldingly.

Jin Yuan grabbed Fu Huanjing's right arm, and was pulling hard, and he desperately clasped the left hand in his pocket.

"Okay! Princess Ben respects you as a true man! Jinyuan, stop breaking it up! Give Princess Ben directly, cut off his left hand for me!" Meng Yingqiang scolded loudly.

"Ahh

"Little brat!no!" Jiang Fuyao hurriedly went to help Fu Huanjing stop the wound and cried loudly.

In the blink of an eye, all the spirits present in the Anxiety Relief Wine Workshop were shocked and speechless.

Jiang Fuyao pounced on her "little brat", and immediately tore off her precious skirt silk scarf, tied it into a ball of scarf yarn, and wrapped it around Fu Huanjing's severed hand, trying to stop the huge blood pillars that were spraying everywhere.

"Jinyuan, hurry up and break his left hand, let the big guy take a closer look to see if he has stolen the princess's exquisite purse. Meng Ying Qiangyun sat upright lightly and commanded.

"Subordinates obey!" replied to Jin Yuan with his hands spread out and staggered up and down on one knee.

As the burly servant Jin Yuan forcefully broke open the fingers of Fu Huanjing's broken left hand that fell to the ground, a bulging exquisite phantom woman purse appeared in front of the spirits of the Liberation Tavern.

"Princess Qiyu, please take a look!" said the burly servant Jin Yuan, kneeling down on one knee and presenting her hands to Meng Yingqiang's lost exquisite purse.

"Yo he! I never thought of it! I didn't see you for a while, and you were even more puffed up than before. It seems that you have already more than ten small summer coins now!Then let this princess, come and see, how many small summer coins do you have?" Meng Yingqiang laughed in surprise.

"You female devil!" Jiang Fuyao cried and scolded the seriously injured Fu Huanjing in his arms to the cold-blooded and ruthless Meng Yingqiang.

"Female devil? Now you, a muddy man with big breasts and a low face, do you know that you regret it? Wasn't it you just now, shouting again and again to restore black and white, and return to the right and the opposite? Now he Fu Huanjing is black, and my dream Yingchang is white! In addition, there is another thing that the father wants to say, this exquisite purse, in an instant, there are forty extra small summer coins for no reason, how many customers' purses does he Fu Huanjing steal on weekdays? Isn't this bullying honest people?" Meng Yingqiang smashed the bulging hard purse in her hand viciously on Jiang Fuyao's face and asked angrily.

"I just didn't steal!" said Fu Huanjing, who was bleeding profusely.

The spirits in the Anxiety Relief Wine Workshop, who blamed themselves for watching people go away, retreated, they probably couldn't see such a bloody and violent scene, for fear that they would wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares.

Now in this huge anxiety-relieving wine shop, only the unruly princess Meng Yingqiang, who likes to play with human life, Fu Huanjing, a tavern handyman who is about to die, and Jiang Fuyao, the wine maid who has already cried tears, are the three of them.

"Oh! By the way, I forgot to tell you this, Jiang Fuyao, the eldest princess with big breasts and a low chest in the Netherworld Beihai! As for that purse, it is this princess, who put it in his own hand before, and he Fu Huanjing put it in his left pocket. Meng Yingqiang bowed and whispered softly in Jiang Fuyao's ear.

"Why, why?" asked Jiang Fuyao, who was in tears, tugging at the hem of Meng Yingyan's skirt.

"What's so great about the big milk! The big milk is cheap!" Meng Yingqiang lifted her small breasts and kicked them away, Jiang Fuyao said.

Meng Yingqiang slowly walked out of the Anxiety Relief Wine Shop and disappeared into the dark night where she couldn't see her fingers.

"Ignore her! she's a madwoman in the attic, as long as you're spiritually healthy. Fu Huanjing felt a little relieved and said with a smile.

"Why are you so stupid?" Jiang Fuyao hugged Fu Huanjing and cried bitterly in his bottomless ravine.

"I'm not stupid to be Fu Huanjing! Being held so tightly in my arms by you after shaking the ghost, I am about to die of happiness, it turns out that your arms are so warm. I'm so cold, I really want to be like this, to be held by you forever............" Fu Guojing said with a smile on his face.

"Little brat, as long as you promise not to leave me again, I promise you! Jiang Fuyao cried.

"I promise you, I ............," Fu Huanjing said with a tear of regret in the corner of his reluctant eyes.

"Little brat, you promised me that you wouldn't leave me. You promised me ............" Jiang Fuyao hugged Fu Huanjing's gradually cold body more and more tightly, and cried out loudly.

At the end of the song, the people dispersed, and the queen of Fuyao was very satisfied with Fu Huanjing's performance, so she let him go.

Fu Huanjing never expected that this Fuyao Ghost, who gave the Great Elder of the Yunding Sword Sect Murong Bo a headache, would be so easy to coax. He Fu Huanjing just used the Tianji Stone to fill the old wine in a new bottle on Murong Bo's coaxing skills many years ago, and added such a vulgar love story, which made her cry after shaking the ghost.

"Stinky boy, I really didn't expect that you, who died in marriage, could still make this ghost queen feel so much, unforgettable. After shaking the ghost, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and thanked her.

"Sister Ghost Queen, I understand the truth, but you have been sticking out your three-foot-long tongue and licking my spiritual bones. I just don't know, what kind of trouble are you going to make here?" Fu Huanjing asked in a low voice pretending to be calm.

"Stinky boy, don't worry! Sister, I won't eat you, I want you to go for me, hurt the heart of Murong Luanjie, the daughter of Murong Bo, who has a bad heart! After shaking the ghost, the ghost claw stretched out, and put the regretful tears that fell on the ground into the dust bag and said.

"Sister Ghost Queen, I know, I will do my best to Fu Huanjing, and there will be a period later. "Fu Huanjing's Imperial Sword, the Divine Sword of the Heavens, said goodbye.

Fu Huanjing, who returned to the Jingxin Wine Workshop, continued to write the Illusory Chronicles Ceremony, and practiced boxing on the third floor.

Master Tiefutu recently heard that the aura of the Qing Ying Divine Sword reappeared in the Soul Death Lake after many years, so he was worried all day long.

Observing the subtle Fu Huanjing, he naturally knew that the master must have taken a fancy to the huge aura of the divine sword, so he secretly planned to use the power of the Tianji Stone again to help the master get this favorite.