Meng Yingqiang asked without any trouble.

"The villain owes!" Fu Huanjing hurriedly slapped his favorite, causing trouble, and begged for mercy on his knees.

"Little brat, get up, you didn't say you missed anything, why are you so groveling and begging for mercy from her, a ghostly woman with small breasts?" Jiang Fuyao hurriedly pulled Fu Huanjing, who was kneeling on his knees, and said.

"She is now the only daughter of the Spirit Venerable of the Illusory Realm Heroic Spirit Palace, Meng Yingqiang, we still have one more thing, it's better to have one less thing!" Fu Huanjing explained softly in Jiang Fuyao's ear after hiding.

"So what? Now, on the land of the five borders of the vast illusion realm, the prince has broken the law, and he is still guilty of the same crime as the common people. The guest officials present tonight can still make her a barbaric princess of the Heroic Palace, turn this black and white that has not changed for thousands of years upside down?" Jiang Fuyao argued.

As for the barbaric princess Meng Yingqiang at this time, why didn't the third brother of the Netherworld Ghost King beside her stand up immediately and pull her former ninth brother by the hand. Naturally, it was because the father of the Netherworld Ghost King, who was also the biological father of the two of them, had already severed the father-son relationship with him, the rebel son.

"Reversing black and white? Good and bad! This princess will be good tonight, you big and lowly ghost girl, carefully break and pull, restore this black and white, and return to the front and back. Meng Yingqiang stood up with a bulging purse in her hand and said.

"I don't know how to restore this black and white, and how to return to the position," Jiang Fuyao asked with a sneer.

"If you recognize what is right and what is wrong, you will restore black and white, and return to the right and the back. Meng Yingqiang said with her empty hands.

"So what, what about the clear identification?" Jiang Fuyao just stood up a little straighter, and asked disdainfully.

To tell the truth, comparing the horizontal and vertical directions, the ravines on the chests of the two princesses are really different.

"First of all, it was Princess Ben who took the initiative to beckon him over, and just casually asked him a little, innocuous question. Asked him if what he said just now was suspected of despising all the small-breasted and peaceful ghost women in the illusion realm. Then, he slapped his mouth without knowing his self-love, and kept apologizing to Princess Ben. In the end, you, a big-breasted and lowly ghostly woman for unknown reasons, drew a knife to help him when he saw injustice, and came up with a reasonable explanation for him to ask for this princess. Dare to ask what Princess Ben said, has she ever said something that does not match the truth?" Meng Yingqiang said in a clear and coherent manner.

"No!" Jiang Fuyao said.

"It's just that now it seems that these three old things have become less important. In the middle of drinking, the princess suddenly found that she had lost a beautiful purse containing ten small summer coins. Meng Yingqiang said pitifully.

Seeing that the words were only half spoken, Meng Yingqiang suddenly stopped talking and continued, staring at Jiang Fuyao's jade body with a pair of black eyes, and looked up and down.

"What?" Jiang Fuyao asked with a creepy chest that was stared at by Meng Yingchang.

"It's not good! It's just that this princess, now I suspect that among all the spiritual and physical bones present in this whole anxiety relief wine shop, that is, the poorest little handyman. He stole it!" Meng Yingqiang said deliberately intermittently.

During the conversation, I saw her barbaric princess Meng Yingqiang, stretching out the index finger of her right jade hand straight, pointing at all the spirits present in the Anxiety Relief Wine Shop. Then she kept turning her jade body, and every moment her index finger, the spirit body she pointed to, was changing in a different way. Finally, when her words fell, the index finger that rotated so much that it couldn't stop pointed at the little handyman Fu Huanjing, and it no longer rotated in a circle, but froze and stopped in one place.

"Impossible!"

"There's no way he's going to steal the purse!"

"As far as I know, he's a good man!"

............

For a while, everyone in the Anxiety Relief Tavern in the Netherworld Ghost Capital began to talk about it. However, after sorting out their words a little, what they extracted was the same meaning, that little handyman Fu Huanjing was absolutely impossible to steal, and she was a savage princess Meng Ying's exquisite purse.

"Didn't you hear it! Our princess in the illusionary world, you are very wrong now, he is absolutely impossible, it is the spirit who stole your purse. Personally, I think well, because of the unreasonable slander you just made to him, you must bow down and apologize to him!" Jiang Fu shook his chest and forced Meng Yingyan to force.

"Apologize to him, a shameless thief? This is really a ridiculous joke in the world! He should have knelt down and begged for forgiveness from this princess! All of you here, the ancients once said that people's hearts are separated from their bellies. Little handyman, you just hand it over obediently! Hopefully, when the princess is in a good mood, she will no longer care about this matter. Meng Yingqiang pushed Jiang Fuyao away and said with a smile to Huan Jing.

"Okay! I've said everything. An ancient man who was hurriedly passing by in front of her eyes hid her face and wept.

"I didn't steal your purse, what do you want me to pay? Look at this pocket, no! Look at this pocket............" The little handyman Fu Huanjing was full of grievances and rummaged through the only two pockets he had in his body to clear himself of the accusation.

The handyman Fu Huanjing's handyman clothes only had two shabby pockets, and after he turned one pocket inside out for everyone to see, he went to dig through the other one.

Suddenly, Fu Huanjing found that there was an extra bulging exquisite purse in his pocket, so he immediately tightened his pocket.

"What are you looking at? You're going to dig it out quickly?" Meng Yingqiang, who saw that the treacherous plan had succeeded, asked persistently.

"Yes, little brat, you are still rubbing something, hurry up and dig it out, so that you can prove your innocence! I believe you must not have stolen her beautiful purse. Jiang Fuyao urged.

"What are you waiting for, take it out!" Meng Yingqiang said in an aggravated tone.

"Don't force me!" shouted the little handyman Fu Huanjing, trembling all over his body and sweating coldly.

"What are you afraid of, little boy! Anyway, you didn't steal, I'll help you dig it out!" Jiang Fuyao continued to persuade.

Jiang Fuyao immediately walked slowly towards Fu Huanjing, stretching out his hands to help him dig through another pocket.

"Don't come here!" Fu Huanjing suddenly shouted at Jiang Fuyao.

Fu Huanjing, who was clenching his pockets, knew that at this time, even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he would not be able to wash away the slander on his body, and he didn't want to affect Jiang Fuyao, whom he had loved for a long time, so he planned to escape from the lobby door of the Anxiety Relief Wine Shop behind him.

"Take it!" Meng Yingqiang, who saw that Fu Huanjing intended to escape, immediately commanded loudly to a burly guard behind her.

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 thought 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.