There were more than a hundred people gathered in the small inn lobby.

They all come from all over the world, but fate has brought them here.

Zhong Lipo always thought that Shen Long was laughing when he appeared because he heard the cry of the little melon, and because he was laughing because he was fighting with a bird. And Zhong Lipo thought that when Shen Long saw the number of enemies and the situation of his own people, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Yes, a hundred or so people is not a big scene, but judging from the situation, "Drunken Wind" has already won, and Shenjiabao has been defeated.

But Shen Long was still smiling. A smile from the heart. It's like waking up from a good night's sleep and smiling at the satisfaction of stretching out in the sun.

Zhongli was puzzled. He began to look at Shen Long anew.

He is quite tall, and he is as old as ājia, but he has black and shiny hair, occasionally mixed with a few silver threads. Single eyelids, round eyes, lion nose, single bead mouth, but the face is red and red, the bottom of the eyes is black, carefully distinguished, the face is red and sallow, like a person who has not slept for many days, and like a person who has been sick for a long time, but the god of jīng is excellent.

Dressed in a purple and black sè hakama robe, with his wrists tied, covered with an open black tweed crane, and thick-soled cloth boots under his feet.

Zhongli couldn't help but stand up. Because this old guy who is obviously hot has an old slippery head. Also, the old slippery head's non-stop smile was really terrifying.

Zhongli raised his hand, and the archers who had been around him with their arrows wound lowered their hands.

Lowered the bow and arrows. But the sword was still on the neck of the Shenjiabao people.

Zhongli Po didn't tie them up, because he had to enjoy their fearful expressions for a few more moments. The tables and chairs in the hall of the inn have been stacked in the four corners of the hall. Among the hundreds, only Zhong Lipo was sitting on the chair, but now he also stood up.

Zhong Lipo bowed his hand respectfully and bowed deeply. The little melon stood unsteadily, flew for a moment, and landed on his shoulder again. "The junior Zhong Lipo has seen the old castle lord Shen. ”

Zhong Lipo's eyes were rolling in secret.

Shen Long did not return the courtesy. It was just a heartfelt satisfied yīn smile, and smiled: "Oh, who should I be, it turned out to be the 'Qilin Marshal' who was released due to sin under the 'Drunken Wind', Zhongli ......" looked at the little melon, "Bird-" looked at Zhongli Po, "——! people"

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Zhongli Birdman.

Wuyi has been standing behind Shen Yuanying, and when he first came out, he saw that the little melon was very beautiful and cute, and when he heard the terrifying and irritable Shen Long say such a funny name, he almost laughed.

However, her appearance had already surprised Shen Yunpartisan, Shen Linghu and the Shen family. Even many people in the "drunken wind" are secretly coveting.

Zhong Lipo smiled lightly and stood up straight.

Some of the people in the Shen family have begun to worry about their heads. Shen Yunlu laughed three times very happily, and was beaten by the enemy next to him and the corners of his mouth bled from the corner of his mouth.

Zhong Lipo didn't give a side look. This is not surprising.

But even Shen Long didn't even look at it. From the time he came out, until now, he didn't look at the Shen family. And most of the time, he looked at the beams of the house with his head held high, and only glanced at Zhong Lipo.

Zhong Li broke and said: "The old castle master Shen should be strong and quick-witted, and he can make more contributions to the 'drunken wind'. ”

Shen Long snorted, stood with his hands in his hands, and did not answer.

Zhong Lipo slowly walked to the center of the hall, and the hem of the black brocade robe spread out slightly and spun around.

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