"Tick, tick, tick".

Outside the hall was a torrential storm, and only a few droplets of water fell in the inkwell.

I can hear it because it's quiet, it's quiet.

Although the arrogant and domineering Du Bazhi stood in the center of the most eye-catching hall, he had to be quiet.

No one looked at Du Bazhi anymore, and all their eyes were even in the same direction as Du Bazhi, but a few moments ago, everyone was still looking at Du Bazhi.

Du Bazhi is undoubtedly arrogant.

But no matter how you don't get used to it, you have to admit that Du Bazhi really has a demagogic spirit, which is extremely useful in inspiring the morale of the army.

In such an eventful autumn, Luo Sibing weighed it again and again, and had to let him speak first.

Du Bazhi didn't know how to restrain his speech, and his limbs were even more bold.

Everyone moved their heads intently with Du Bazhi.

For the betrayal that was once attached to the power of Moyutang, Du Bazhi said that it was not worth it, and for the menacing blue and white building, Du Bazhi thought that it was just a drop in the ocean that hindered the growth of Moyutang.

These words seemed to have cast a spell, and the people's hearts were stirred, and the hearts that had been restless for several months were also calmed.

Du Ba's eyes lit up, and the hall was full of madness about himself.

Du Bazhi held his head high, stretched out his arms, and immediately someone cheered and applauded.

The long-lasting hustle and bustle stopped after Luo Sibing slammed the table.

Luo Sibing's gaze met it, and there was a gesture in his eyes, telling Du Bazhi to retreat.

Du Bazhi was wanton, tilting his head, his eyes were withdrawn from Luo Sibing's body, the corners of his mouth were involved in an arrogant smile, and he paced carefully, so as to stop beside Lu Muqing.

Over the years, the second room has always been the defeated subordinate of the fourth room, so no one can understand why Du Bazhi never let go of the suppression of Lu Muqing.

Now that Du Bazhi has found Lu Muqing again, some people who have a good personal relationship with Lu Muqing will inevitably worry, but they can only worry about it.

Du Bazhi continued Fang Cai's words and said with a smile.

"What's more, our Du landlord has recruited another amazingly talented subordinate!"

"Who, is it the remnant of the sky?"

So Mo Yutang fell into another boil.

It's just that the second room has been oppressed for too long, and the matter of the destruction of the Raven City in one fell swoop has been told from the mouths of the people in the second room over and over again, just because the fourth room is really a little crazy, and the rest of the people are willing to exaggerate this matter.

In just half a month, it is enough to make the remnants of the sky resound throughout the wilderness.

It's just that although his name is loud, only a few people have seen him, even in Moyutang, it is like a fictional myth.

People were excited and full of anticipation.

Everyone wants to see what kind of three heads and six arms this rumored brave and resolute person has after all.

Even Luo Sibing's eyes were scorching, looking at Lu Muqing's back, even though there would inevitably be a fight between the five rooms of the Moyu Hall, there was one more remnant of the void, and it would only benefit the entire Moyu Hall.

But there was no one behind Lu Muqing, not even the one with a straight chest.

Lu Muqing shook his head and said.

"He's not here. ”

Du Bazhi's deep eyebrows tightened, it was unimaginable that Lu Muqing would not bring him to Moyutang to show off.

The more Du Bazhi couldn't figure it out, the more persistent he became.

Du Bazhi grinned, like a wolf staring at its prey, and asked fiercely.

"Where is he?"

Lu Muqing is still as usual and said lightly.

"Prison. ”

So, everyone was silent.

The entire entrance of the Ink Rain Hall was silent, so quiet that you could hear the sound of water droplets falling on the ink pool.