He stepped in through the shadows, and sat down under the stunned gaze of all.

Behind him, of course, there were Ling Xiang, Xie Wuyi, and Mu Yurong.

No matter how much hesitation there is, it will be thrown away from the moment it comes out. Now all four of them held their heads high, looking at the haze ahead with unyielding eyes.

God knows how bold these people are, they dare to appear in front of the organization's personnel, and even sit around as if they are relatives of the man.

Even Jiang Qiyun couldn't help but be speechless, because the current situation is the same as what was planned yesterday.

The two girls sat in the middle, unable to hide their feelings under the human skin masks.

Mu Yurong clenched a pair of small fists, she had been out for so long, now was the most exciting time, she couldn't help but tremble with excitement, and her whole body was not moving; Ling Xiang had seen a lot about birth and death, everything was so stable as usual, only the hand that didn't know how to wave revealed the anxiety in her heart.

The two men on the left and right looked relaxed.

Of course, Xie Wuyi still had that sad look, but his figure had already faded into bloat, his left hand was slightly on the edge of the circle table, and his right hand was casually resting on his left leg, which was obliquely erected.

He sat upright as usual, the mahogany box hanging gently behind his waist, without the slightest ripple or swing.

The round man should recognize him, the two of them have slept in front of the same bed, but he changed his face, and the round man can't recognize him.

But these four faces, Zhuo Qing and Tao Xun have clearly seen them.

The two of them slapped the table and stood, pointing crookedly at the noses of him and Xie Wuyi, not knowing what to say.

On the high platform with colorful lights, Meng Qingyi shook his head with a wry smile. Even if he can't see through the disguise, the mahogany box can already guess his identity.

Only Xue Qi, who was also wearing festive clothes, was light, as if no matter what happened next, he could pretend not to understand.

She Yuxiang has removed the red hijab, and there are poisonous and spicy sharp edges in her feminine eyes.

It's just in plain sight, he said.

"Let's ask for a drink. ”

How can there be no wine above the wedding feast?

And today, there is simply more wine than many people have seen this year.

Since the "reprimand" organization wants to grow and live in the shadows, there are undoubtedly many things to restrain from it, among which wine and sex should be the first.

Come and ask for wine, do you give it or not?

Although Zhuo Qing and Tao Xun were standing, it would definitely not be their turn to come out at such a time.

So ten people, including Jiang Qiyun, turned their eyes together and looked at Leng Qinghe.

The Leng Qing River is much bigger than everyone else.

Everyone is in their early twenties, but Leng Qinghe is thirty-three, the first orphan adopted by Kou Wenzhan, and he is called the elder brother by everyone. When Kou Wenzhan was away, he always held Leng Qinghe as the head of the horse.

Leng Qinghe lifted the wine jug, Shi Shiran got up, and poured the wine.

The wine is like the Milky Way that has fallen for nine days, delicate and dripping in the wine cup.

The wine cup is low and flat along the mouth, and after a while, it has been summed up by hops.

One more drop, and the calm surface of the wine will burst.

Then Leng Qinghe grabbed it with two fingers and pinched the wine cup in his hand. All the way steadily, towards him.

The overflowing surface of the wine was reincarnated in the lamp, and when it almost fell, it rippled and recovered, and when it was handed to him, there was not even half a drop of wine stains that slipped off the wall of the lamp.

If you want to take such a drink, of course, you can't just get it. If you don't want to lose half of the game, then not only do you have to use two fingers, but you can't drink freely.

The most effective method is to use a strong internal force to solidify the liquid like freezing, so that no matter how it is connected, it is very calm.

But how can a person like him who is purely self-groping come into contact with profound internal strength?

This wine was a little tricky for a while.

Among the dozen or so people present, I am afraid that only Meng Qingyi and Xue Qi can be absolutely sure.

No matter what dislike they have with each other, the hand that Leng Qinghe revealed, everyone in the "Punishment" organization will be in awe.

This is also one of the four styles of Guiliu pear flower palm, Leng Qinghe does not dare to say that it is the peak, but it is also proficient.

He couldn't pick it up, and his hands froze in the air for a while.

Suddenly, there was a clever voice, and he said.

"I'll drink your wine. ”

It was the charming-looking Mu Yurong who was speaking.

The long, clasped legs slowly parted, allowing them to walk to his right side step by step.

As a result, more than a dozen pairs of eyes fell on Mu Yurong's face.

Fortunately, there is a skin mask, otherwise it would have exposed the blush. But there was still a shyness in his eyes.

Leng Qinghe accurately captured the shyness, and in a trance, the wine cup moved slightly. It's just that the "prosperous hand" was immediately steased, and the wine did not move at all.

But Mu Yurong took out a smooth mirror from her waist.

How many women who love beauty don't always pay attention to their makeup?

Even if it is Ling Xiang, such a small mirror, you can have it with you.

Mu Yurong laid the mirror flat on her fingers, and leaned towards the feet of the wine cup every minute until it was tightly closed.

"I took the wine. ”

Leng Qinghe let go of his hands, and the overflowing wine surface still did not fall.

Mu Yurong hurriedly took a sip with her small mouth, and at this time, the wine surface had already sunk under the edge of the cup, and there was no possibility of spilling it again.

Although this little girl is clever, she has solved this problem.

Leng Qinghe glanced at Mu Yurong more before slowly looking at him.

He said calmly.

"We're still asking for someone. ”

Leng Qinghe squinted his eye sockets and said slowly.

"You say. ”

He said.

"Meng Qingyi. ”

Deserted river.

"Dreaming. ”

But his expression was anything but like a dream. He got up, and Xie Wuyi and Ling Xiang, who were still sitting, also got up at the same time. The four of them walked side by side towards the high platform.

On the high platform, it is the place where the newcomers worship and toast, after knowing the purpose of the four people, they should really stop approaching, but when the four people stepped in front of Meng Qingyi, no one acted.

Zhuo Qing and Tao Xun stared wide-eyed, in fact, with the noisy temperament of the two, they have always been unreasonable and preemptive.

And Leng Qinghe, who had just established himself with a "flower hand", just stood silently at the round table.

Only one person quietly retreated.

But Xie Wuyi, who was also vigilant, completely watched his whereabouts.

On the stage, there was also a round fat man, who shook his belly, wanting to stop a few people in Meng Qing's clothes.

Immediately, a thin needle with a quenched* pierced the mouth of the round man's skin.

If a person is of such a big stature, Ling Xiang's needle really can't be avoided no matter what.

The rest of the people seemed to have to just watch, no matter how much She Yuxiang wanted to crack, they didn't bother.

This group of wolves who slaughtered everyone in Moyutang in Sang Molin were as unmoved as sheep at the moment.

What's going on in there?

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