The brocade-robed young man watched all this with a smile, and somehow, he felt that some warm part of his heart was touched. [Full text reading]

Song Li turned his head, cracked his mouth, revealing his neat eight teeth, and said with a smile: "You don't blame me for revealing your identity?"

The brocade-robed young man shook his head slightly, "I like to wear men's clothes when I travel, just because men's clothes are more convenient, not to hide my daughter's body." ”

Song Li smiled, "Your appearance is a little too beautiful even if it grows on a woman, and if it grows on a man, it will be too demonic." We all had to die in shame. ”

The brocade-robed young man smiled: "Although I know that you are a compliment, it is undeniable that I am very comfortable to listen to." ”

The two men looked at each other, then laughed at the same time.

"My name is Song Li, and it's a pleasure to meet you. Song Li stretched out his hand, "Can I be lucky enough to learn your name?"

"Children of the rivers and lakes, there are not so many rules," the brocade-robed young man stretched out his hand and shook hands with Song Li, "I am seventh in the family, and everyone calls me Long Qiqi." ”

"Long Qiqi, good name. On the side is the most famous restaurant on Chang'an Street, Drunken Xianju, it is better to meet by chance, would Miss Long be willing to appreciate her face and have a few drinks with me?"

Long Qiqi's eyes rolled, and he glanced at him, with a smile on his face, "The first time you met a girl, would you invite her to a restaurant for a drink?"

"Oh, today is the first time I've invited a girl to drink since I've grown up...... Because I didn't know girls before, I didn't know what to do right. Song Li couldn't help blushing, "You just said, children of the rivers and lakes, there are not so many rules, so I have the courage to invite you to drink." ”

Song Li actually didn't lie, he was a grassroots in his previous life, and no girl was willing to deal with him. Although the family background is illustrious in this life, he is still young so far, so he really has no experience with girls. It's actually embarrassing to say this kind of thing, and the reason why Song Daguan blushed was because he was panicked, not because he was shy.

Seeing Song Li's embarrassed face, Long Qiqi laughed out loud, "I just asked casually, in fact, you are right, the children of the rivers and lakes are informal, and they drink when they drink, I am afraid that you will not succeed?"

Song Li saw that Long Qiqiyi was tall and noble, and at first glance, he was pampered and noble, but his words and deeds revealed the arrogance of the rivers and lakes everywhere, and he couldn't help but be surprised. I don't know if she did it on purpose, to hide her identity, or if she naturally liked this tune.

Song Li turned around and ordered Da Da, saying that if Pan Shaofeng brought someone back, he would tell him that I was drinking in the Drunken Immortal Residence, and asked him to come and find me. After finishing speaking, he and Long Qiqi walked side by side to the Drunken Immortal Residence not far away.

The second floor of the Drunken Immortal Residence.

Pan Shaofeng came to the elegant seat inside, and a young man in brocade clothes was pouring himself a drink, looking very lonely.

"Little prince, I finally saw you. When Pan Shaofeng saw this young man, he was about to cry aggrieved.

This young man is Song Moran, the little prince of Jingwang's Mansion, since he was injured by Song Lidang Street and snatched the fire, his life has fallen into boundless darkness. His father was kind to him, and bought a lot of pills for him to help him heal his injuries. But since then, he has never looked up again.

It's not terrible to fail, but it's hard to accept that you lose so badly, so brittle, and you lose the person who shouldn't lose the most.

Pan Shaofeng is his very good friend, if it weren't for the fact that the two of them hadn't seen each other for a year, Song Moran would not have agreed to let him come out to drink. He is now staying at home all day, and he feels that he no longer has the shame to face the people in the imperial capital.

When Pan Shaofeng came to him, Song was stunned for a long time, and said deliciously: "You are ...... Shaofeng: Why is your face swollen like this?"

"Little prince, I've been bullied!" Pan Shaofeng's tears almost flowed out, "Think about who in the Holy Lion City dared to bare their teeth at our brother a year ago? ”

"Don't tell me that the wound on your face was beaten. Song Moran's face was incredulous. Pan Shaofeng's own cultivation talent is not low, he has already broken through the peak of refining body before going to Taiyue Sect and entered the early stage of qi induction. With his combat strength, the emperor has few gentlemen who can deal with him. Of course, there are many masters in the imperial capital who are more powerful than him, but most of them are elders, and they will not bother with their children.

"Little prince. Pan Shaofeng finally couldn't help but shed tears of humiliation, "You don't know, I was just slapped dozens of big mouths in front of the people on the street...... This is simply a great shame, I, Pan Shaofeng, will not take revenge on this, and I will not be a man!"

Song Moran sighed gloomily, and said in his heart, you were just slapped in the face, but I was beaten to the ground like a dead dog in front of so many people, and I was robbed of the fire...... He not only injured my body, but also trampled on my self-confidence, my dignity...... Who will I tell you about my torment?

"Yes, a year ago, who in the imperial capital dared to barn their teeth at our brothers...... But a year later, everything is different...... The current Holy Lion City is not our world......" Song Moran drank a glass of wine in one go, and his face instantly turned red.

"What's the difference? Little prince, why do you say such frustrating things? I'm going to ask you to come over and support me. Don't worry, you don't need to make a move, as long as he sees your shadow, he will be scared!" Pan Shaofeng gritted his teeth, "You just need to stand there and stop him, and then just watch how I cut him! I will definitely beat him back twice as much as he gave me, and if I don't beat him into a pig's head, I will not give up!"

Song Moran obviously drank a lot of wine, and in a trance it seemed that he had returned to the old days, and when he heard Pan Shaofeng say this, he slammed the cup to the ground, looked up to the sky and smiled: "That's right, if I stop there, I will definitely be able to scare him to the ground!

"Little prince, you really deserve to be my good brother!" Pan Shaofeng rubbed his hands expectantly, and said with a strange smile: "Let's go, he is still waiting for me to go back and cut him on Chang'an Street." I'm going to have to beat him to death!"

"You don't have to go to Chang'an Avenue, I'm here, waiting for you to cut me!" As soon as Pan Shaofeng's words fell, Song Li and Long Qiqi lifted the curtain and walked in.

After Pan Shaofeng left, Song Li didn't bother to look at him, so he didn't notice that he actually entered the Drunken Immortal Residence. He has six senses and good ears, and when he just went upstairs, he heard the conversation between Pan Shaofeng and Song Moran. Seeing that this king and eight calves actually asked Song Moran to be his backer, Song Li almost didn't laugh at his belly. Grandma, a bear, why don't you find a lintel, Song Moran is my subordinate defeated, and you are looking for it to deal with me?

So he lifted the curtain and went into the private seat of the two of them.

"Little prince, it's him, it's Song Li who beat me! When will it be the turn of this waste in the imperial capital, my brothers have been bullied like this, you can watch it!" Pan Shaofeng has Song Moran's support, he is much more courageous, his waist is straight, and his voice is much louder.

However, after he finished speaking, he did not hear Song Moran's response. Usually at this time, shouldn't he have scolded a few times to give himself courage?

Pan Shaofeng turned his head to look, only to see Song Moran sitting there like a zombie, his eyes staring straight at Song Li, his face was as pale as paper, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

"Little prince, what's wrong with you...... What's the situation......" Song Moran's abnormal behavior made Pan Shaofeng puzzled for a while. In his previous cognition, the little prince of Jingwangfu was very arrogant, except for Song Mofei, the prince of Jingwangfu, Song Moran had never put anyone in his eyes.

Why did he see Song Li as if he had seen a ghost? When did Song Li become so terrifying?

"Shaofeng...... The person who just injured you was Song Li?" Song Moran turned his head and asked Pan Shaofeng a very idiotic question. He's actually understood, just to be sure.

"Yes, little prince. That's him. You're going to help your brother make the decisions. "Maybe it's because he's been slapped too much, this kid's head is a little unbright, and he hasn't noticed Song Moran's abnormality until now.

Song Moran's mind was buzzing, the so-called enemies were extremely red when they saw each other, but in fact, he couldn't wait to pounce on him and strangle Song Li to death! It was this guy who made him lose his dignity and knock out all the glory that belonged to him! If it weren't for Song Li beating him like a dead dog in front of so many people and taking away the "Purple Heart Glass Fire" from him , maybe he can get the same status as his son Song Mofei in the eyes of his father, but all this can only exist in fantasy, because of the battle with Song Li, his life fell into boundless hell.

He didn't want to think about it, if he didn't take the initiative to provoke Song Li, how could people beat him so badly?

He looked at Song Li's eyes full of bitter hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

The last time the two of them made an appointment to fight, Song Li was only at the peak of the ninth layer of body refining, one level lower than him, and at that time, he would be able to leapfrog and defeat him, the opponent of the peak of body refining. This goodbye, he is still at the peak of body refining, but Song Li is already a master of the second layer of qi induction! The distance between the two sides has become wider and wider.

Compared with combat power, he is far from being Song Li's opponent, compared to the background, everyone's father is a prince, but he is a concubine, but Song Li is a genuine prince with a red roots. The identities of the two sides are no longer the same, no matter where the trouble goes, it is impossible for one of his sons to suppress the real son.

He hated Song Li and gritted his teeth with hatred, but he knew that he no longer had the qualifications to challenge Song Li.

"Song Moran, I just heard it, you want to support Pan Shaofeng, right? What are you two going to do? I'll just stand here, come, let's start. Song Li hooked his little finger at these two goods, he watched kung fu movies in his previous life, and he liked Bruce Lee's action of hooking his little finger very much, he was domineering enough, arrogant enough, and the humiliation he gave to his opponent was strong enough!

"Little prince, have you seen it? This kid is so horizontal, you have to uphold justice for your brother. I don't believe that the people of King Jing's Mansion dare to move!" Pan Shaofeng leaned closer to Song Moran's side, he was really scared by Song Li, the closer he was to Song Moran, the more secure he could be.