readx; It seems that people are cultivated, although Mo Sheng is not afraid of the other party, but he is also unwilling to make enemies. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Mo Sheng, the head of the Xia Mo family, dare to ask Your Excellency's name, I don't know if your nephew can offend Your Excellency, is it right to accompany him here!" Mo Sheng stood at the front, followed by a large group of people, making the old drunkard on the opposite side even more weak, like a good citizen who was oppressed.

Mo Sheng had long thought in his heart that Shui Mo had caused something wrong, but his character of protecting the short was suddenly exposed. If there is anything to clean up, now in front of outsiders, we must not weaken our momentum.

"The name is not enough to worry about, everyone else is an old drunkard and an old drunkard is screaming, and he is alone!" The Taoist who was a little sloppy in his clothes replied while drinking, not caring at all about the momentum created by Mo Sheng, as if several masters on the other side were dishes for him, and if he was really on the bar, he could say proudly, I want to fight ten!

It turned out to be him, several masters took a deep breath, and immediately thought of a person, overnight, the sect was completely wiped out, and he was the only one who somehow survived. It is rumored that he colluded with outsiders, but there is no evidence. The official in charge of the case in Dajin found nothing, he didn't know who the murderer was, the body was not found, the entire sect was empty, and he was the only one left. And after he investigated, he naturally became the head of the sect after he came out, and he simply left with the little resources left after the sect was looted, wandering around, and slowly, a sect elite evolved step by step into the sloppy image it is today.

It is difficult for people with mysterious backgrounds to make friends, if Mo Sheng meets him on weekdays, he may still deal with him, in line with the idea of having one more friend and one less enemy, but now that the army is fighting, where is there too much leisure and this kind of uncertainty entangled, straight to the point.

"Then I don't know why you're here?"

The old drunkard took a sip of wine, shook off his dizzy brain, and said: "Originally, Lao Dao didn't have the face to come here, but it was a matter of Shimen's token, and Lao Dao had to come to visit with a cheeky face. ”

Now, everyone's eyes are focused on ink again.

Ink lowered his head very much all of a sudden, if you want to get something back, you can come to me privately, as for pit yourself like this. In public, you must be safe, but what about when you go back?

"Lost!" In line with the idea that he was not happy and could not make the other party feel comfortable, the ink and wash lied without blinking his eyes.

The old drunkard's hand holding the wine gourd paused for a long time, his eyes were a little glazed, and it took a long time to come back to his senses.

"Lost, lost?" he asked, a little unconvinced.

Shui Mo nodded, indicating that the other party had heard correctly.

"How, how, how did you get it?" I could see that the old drunkard was a little out of shape, and his words began to stutter a little.

"Of course I lost it when I ran away!"

"Oh, oh, when you run away, you get it, you lose it......" The old drunkard had lost his mind, and he didn't even notice that the wine in his own wine gourd had spilled.

looked distracted, ignored a large group of people, didn't even say hello, and staggered back and walked out of the camp with a shallow foot.

The psychological quality of such a highly cultivated person is so poor, Ink can't help but pout. took out the piece of black wood and threw it directly forward, impartially throwing it more than ten meters in front of the old drunkard.

The old drunkard, who was a little mentally deranged, was still babbling in his mouth. Why did you lose it? Why did you lose it so carelessly? Where would it be lost? There was a cold sound of something falling to the ground, and after a few moments to see what had fallen, a dodge crossed more than ten meters and picked up the black wood order on the ground.

"I picked it up! I picked up the sect token!hahaha......" At this time, the old drunkard's spirit was finally no longer abnormal, and he couldn't stop laughing wildly with the black wood order, and then suddenly rushed to the front of the ink again. "Look, look, I've found it!" he said, taking out his things and showing them to the ink.

It's a bit crazy, and the ink doesn't dare to stimulate him too much, and En'en En's nod can be regarded as echoing him.

The old drunkard was obviously a little overexcited, his hand holding things was trembling a little, he grabbed the little hand of the ink, put the black wood order in the ink water, and instructed: "Be careful next time, don't, don't lose it again!"

A drop of cold sweat slid down Ink's forehead, things are really getting bigger, and a good person is really crazy for himself!

Ink felt a little hot holding this thing, and he couldn't throw it away: "You, if you don't take it yourself, what are you doing for me?"

As soon as the words of Ink were finished, the old drunkard was in a sluggish state again, but this time, his eyes were not only blank but also a little more colorful.

The people next to him felt that for a while, a long time had passed in the old drunkard, from helplessness to distraction, to his own madness, until he finally became sober, and it felt like centuries had passed. Even the old drunkard has always cared about his image, and he is sloppy and sloppy all day long, and he is not only a little blush at the moment, but if his face is not white enough, it will be more obvious.

"Little ghost, don't let me touch you next time!" After speaking, he got up and left without looking back.

A group of people watched the excitement for so long, and when the old drunkard approached him like crazy, they quietly formed a formation to protect themselves, and let themselves be alone to deal with a madman, really!

Shui Mo took a few steps forward, picked up the wine gourd that the old drunkard had dropped, turned around and asked, "You say, will he come back and ask for this?"

Shaking their heads together, such a humiliating thing is enough once, will it come a second time?

Liu Yun stepped forward a little puzzled, took the wine gourd, looked at it a few times, and pulled the stopper to confirm.

"It's a baby!" he said, handing it to the others.

This thing must not have been well maintained in the hands of an old drunkard, and it has obviously fallen into disrepair, how can there be a treasure with such virtue. Heaven and earth spiritual objects are all born from the cultivation of aura, and from cultivation to final success, it takes strict conditions and a long time. In ancient times, there were only a few famous magic weapons, to say that the gourd-shaped one, it was the gourd treasure with seven on a vine, and there was a great ability to find that when he matured, I don't know how many years it took.

Could it be that this thing is from the ancient period? Ink was excited when he thought about it, so he hurriedly grabbed it, picked up the corner of his clothes and wiped it directly, trying to wipe the dust on it and make it brighter.

The others didn't speak, and watched him quietly from the sidelines, but they didn't talk.

After a long time, it took a lot of effort to find that this gourd was useless except for the fact that it contained a lot of wine. In the end, I came to the conclusion that this thing was like a bag, but it couldn't fit anything except liquid. Looking at the wine that had been poured out of the camp and filled with several large vats, I really couldn't figure out that the gourd that was so small that it could be pinned to its waist had such a large capacity.

The whole camp became fragrant because of the more wine poured out, and Liu Yun saw that some soldiers could not patrol and train with peace of mind, so he took the wine jug and put the wine back into it and threw it to the ink.

Shui Mo took the wine gourd, turned around and left without saying a word, looking a little lost, because the artifact he thought was just a piece of garbage.

Just as he was about to step into the tent and disappear, a voice came from behind him: "Shouldn't you explain how you met that drunkard?"

Damn, I've been acting for a long time, and I've already shifted everyone's minds, so I reminded you out loud at this time, isn't it too hateful! Who is this person!

As soon as Ink heard the voice, he actually knew who it was. Hao Ying: In the past five years, he has guided himself in cultivation and study, and he is the last person I want to deal with with the masters. Zhou Bin is completely abused by himself, so his course is the most relaxed. Liu Yun is very strict on the surface, but he loves himself, as long as he really does his best, he will definitely not be too strict with himself. If the first two are angels to ink painting, then Hao Ying is a demon, no matter how you cheat and deceive, try all kinds of methods, when people are in a good mood, they will resolve them one by one, and when they are in a bad mood, they will ignore them all the way and crush them directly. Ignoring one's own broken ** and spirit, it belongs to the kind of person who wants to practice ink painting to death! This situation lasted for at least a year or two before it got better, but the shadow left in the heart of ink painting is still indelible.

Hao Ying spoke, but Shui Mo didn't dare to pretend not to hear it, and disappeared from the sight of others, so he had to turn around resigned to his fate and come to a group of people with a shy smile.

However, the stakes are very high, and the ink and wash put on a posture that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, but he is unwilling to say a word. Say more and make more mistakes, so that others can say the best.

Sure enough, the interrogation of several people did not get the desired result, Mo Sheng immediately shifted the target, and pointed at Mo Gan and the three of them: "Tell me all the fifteen and ten that you concealed before!"

I explained before that the movement in the past few days is to wander around, and when I see the battle, I will go away, and then I will meet Sima Yan and his gang, and they will play in the mountains and rivers, which is simple and clear, and it is completely a good baby image, and now the dead drunkard has come to the door, and everything is in trouble.

This incident has gone beyond the plan of serial confessions, and the three of Mo Qian have no choice but to tell all the things that have happened, one sheep is to drive, and a group of sheep is also to drive! Therefore, there are already three people who have concealed their criminal records once, and at this time, they completely implemented the principle of confession and leniency, and did not pull down at all.

In the tent, Zhou Bin, Liu Yun, Hao Ying, Mo Sheng, and several Mo family henchmen no longer knew what expressions to use to sigh at this group of people.

sneaked out, and it took three days to get into so much trouble.

When I met Yang Rong, he slaughtered the nephew of the Tiger Demon of the Jindan Period, this is not a big deal! I was caught as cannon fodder, entered the ancient tomb, played a thrilling game, and then fooled the people of the Wenhua faction, and finally even the people of the Sword Zun Sect fooled in. Although objectively speaking, it is really not their responsibility to do this, but the cultivation is so low and causing trouble is so high, and they don't know how to turn the sky up in the future!

I'm teaching you a lesson about this matter, and as soon as the war here is over, we'll personally explain it to the people of the Sword Zun Sect!