Ah Fu always felt like something was wrong, but he couldn't say it. It's true that the people in the building knew about it, they didn't say they wouldn't pay for the drinks, but they felt they had no responsibility and couldn't make a decision. He kept hesitating, and hesitantly said: "Should we report to the shop owner first?"
The railing reflected the moonlight as usual, but the black chains also emitted a cold light. The fence formed a circle like a line of defense, blocking all sound on the platform, but it could not block sight.
As soon as Phuc saw the crowd disperse, before returning to the building, he suddenly understood and quickly said: "Don't go! You ladies haven't paid the bill yet!" A Phuc thought to himself, this time he must have been scolded by the landlord, and the landlord was stingy, this time he didn't know how to punish him.
Because, their opponent is the leader of the Strategist, Ghost Valley King Shi.
Ling Langya felt that he could no longer hear the beast's roar, and the small bronze bell in his hand also returned to its original state without any changes. He immediately put the small bronze bell back in his chest. Seeing that he didn't seem to have any intention of doing anything, he calmed down and said: "What do you want to ask?"
Ling Langya nodded and said: "Understood. It's just that the master's inheritance can be hidden, how should I hide my physique?"
The past has some worries, dripping into my heart. When Ling Langya saw the couplet for the first time, he felt it was very familiar, but he didn't remember when he saw it. After thinking about it, he did not completely agree with what Lien Trung said. He felt that he did not have much of a past to make wine. When he chose to leave, he buried the past in his heart. under the blue stone. and only kept in his heart the old man's last hope before leaving. Even if the world turns upside down, in the end it will be as the old man wished.
Now he has drunk three thousand, but the person who persuaded him to drink is no longer by his side.
The general said: "This time, please come out of the mountain. I'm afraid it won't be easy to repay this kindness."
Ling Langya seemed to be aware of his emotional fluctuations, but the others could only be angry. Yang Mingmu was stunned for once today, his identity was completely ignored, the anger that had been accumulated for so long finally broke out, he sneered and said: "Now let you taste the power of the Lie Dao Sect!"
No one tells you how to go, you can only go forward without looking back.
Ho Hu suddenly screamed, covered his ears with his hands, and immediately fell down.
However, Wang Shi knew very well that he had to do this now.
The general said: "If you were young master Pianpianjia during the chaos that year, perhaps there would be. Now, an old beggar on the street, who would even glance at you."
Because, their opponent is the leader of the Strategist, Ghost Valley King Shi.
From not wanting to go up, to rushing up, the two pulled together, trying to save people.
He felt that the powerful profound energy in his body had not been used for many years, and was now gradually recovering, as if he had returned to the day when he ruled the world. In an instant, he could not help but feel a strange feeling. a sense of pride, from an old man with life's ups and downs, back to the ghost looking down on the world.
Few people know that hundreds of years ago, this place was just a small ruined mountain village with only a few hundred people, with no outsiders interested. But somehow, overnight, the reputation increased. Since then, many people have come here to admire its reputation, then stay or live here, making the scent of smoke increasingly rich and the meaning of prosperity increasingly bold.
"This story is too long, are you sure you want to hear it?"
Ho Hu looked at the fence and said: "It's okay, I'll carry it for you. We'll go to the wine cellar to satisfy our greed, then go to the ancient well to see what's real. Outsiders can't get close." like in the legend, then we can go back together to clean up the leftovers.”
The voice echoed in the stone room, as if replying. The old man stood for a while, then sat directly on the ground, his back leaning against the jade coffin, closing his eyes and saying to himself: "I have arranged the funeral and will definitely fulfill the promise I made that year. If they are stubborn, I will not stand still, wondering in three directions, how can I be willing to bend my back."
One knife and three long swords, the swords intertwined, flipping back and forth, Lanh Quang was bloodthirsty.
The night was thick and the wine was gone. The old man's white eyebrows frowned tightly, he looked increasingly older. He looked at the still starry sky, sighed again, and said: "Old Bach, take him away."
Ling Langya now knew this, and immediately wondered: "Then I also have a brother, but I have never met him before."
With its abilities, it is enough to torture and kill the narrator hundreds of times. But the white ape seemed to have no interest in killing him. In its free time, it treated him more like a toy, constantly pushing him to run away more and more.
The boy asked: "When did you grow up?"