Li Luo has been guarding the gate of the courtyard for three days, standing like a statue. In a flamboyant red sea, he adhered to his pitch-black background, as if there was no blood and no heart and liver. Wherever he appears, there must be death. At this moment, the pale gray face was wrapped in the dark brocade robe, and the dark green eyes were slightly glowing with a gloomy light, with deep suspicion, sweeping towards every guest.

"Mo Yang is here!" Xie Junhe said straightly.

Li Luo was indifferent.

"Hey, I said, Mo Yang is here!" Xie Junhe repeated angrily knowing that he must not believe it.

The corners of Li Luo's mouth hooked up with a sharp sarcastic smile: "Come on, what tricks is your master going to play? It won't work with me!"

Xie Junhe hurriedly said: "I have seen him!"

Li Luo only raised his eyes indifferently into the distance, and there was no humanity in his eyes: "I am staying here, not moving an inch, and every guest here has passed in front of me." Why is there Mo Yang? Don't want to deceive people's hearts!"

Xie Junhe was silent, he should have thought that no one on the North Shore would believe what he said. The moment he turned around, he heard a burst of rude laughter erupting behind him, it was Li Luo and his subordinates, mocking him and Chu Tao.

looked in Chu Tao's direction again, but found that Chu Tao was also looking at him. Eyes met, as if there was a word. From the solemnity of that flash of thought, Xie Junhe concluded that he must be right.

But where is Moyang?

Li Luo's laughter faded into the flickering of the candle flames, and resentment and danger drowned out in the carnival of singing and dancing. The sky is getting dark, the lights are on, and the Wangjiang platform is like a brocade robe covered with fire. The air was filled with an increasingly strong smell of alcohol, which seemed to ignite at a moment's notice.

They are all drunk, some are drunk and singing, and some are drunk and dancing. These people in the rivers and lakes with a decent appearance all indulge in indulgence through drunkenness, venting the uneasiness in their hearts for a long time. Happy to be free, no matter if he lives or dies!

Qi Heng was also drunk, his bulky body collapsed to the railing behind him, drooping his head and whispering, saying things like if Fan Fengyi couldn't return, he would definitely take Chu Tao's life. Chu Tao was sober - tea can't get drunk, but listening to Qi Heng's nagging all day long, he couldn't help but be angry and funny. He wanted to summon a guard to come and help Qi Dashao back, but as far as he could see, there were few sober people.

So he sat like this, drinking the bitter tea that had already been cooled.

Xie Junhe was still running around like a headless fly, anxious in the smell of wine.

Suddenly, he saw Zhao Haijun appear at the main gate and greet Li Luo. The door unconsciously opened a small crack, and when he turned around, Zhao Haijun had disappeared behind the door.

"Fucking bastard!" Xie Junhe cursed secretly, feeling more and more that something was wrong, and immediately stepped forward, unexpectedly Li Luo waved his hand, and the guards in the two strokes blocked him with horizontal knives: "Unless you have something important, you can't enter or leave!"

"What?" The bottom of his heart was like a volcano erupting, and he turned his face and went up, "Li Luo, you can't do anything with your intentions?!"

Suddenly, he bumped into a man in Tsing Yi, it was Shen Yanfei! Yanfei was looking at him gently, as if he was coming at him. This made Xie Junhe extremely puzzled. But wherever there is trouble, this person is absolutely indispensable.

"Brother Xie, why do you have to do this?" Shen Yanfei shook his head with a smile and approached him.

The fire is even greater.

But Shen Yanfei suddenly leaned over and whispered, "Hurry up and take someone away." Find Qin Dashao to resign. ”