Lian Li stood aside all the time, like a background cloth, and he didn't do anything.
Therefore, Liu Yishi didn't find that the man was also with him. He watched the two people go in hand in hand, biting a mouthful of silver teeth, and flirting with the hem, and following them in.
The inn is not big. It's under the New Year's bag of Dujiang. The people of the martial arts alliance are really stingy. They still hang out with others. They can't stand it and only charter the whole inn.
Entering the lobby, Mo Zhiyang put the roast chicken on the table: "This is the last one. Fortunately, I went early, otherwise it would not be enough."
"Do you still have money with you?" Jiang He saw that he bought roast chicken and made clothes for that company for the New Year. He was afraid that the money he gave last time would be spent almost all.
Mo Zhiyang tore open the oil paper, and the fragrant smell diffused: "Yes, there are still fifty taels left."
Seeing that the two talked happily, Liu Yifang thought of a way to go to the shopkeeper for a pot of wine and two glasses, holding the wine pot in his right hand and two cups in his left finger, and wanted to go to that table.
This man doesn't look good. He stepped forward two times to block his way.
"Who are you?" Liu Yishi looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him. Peach Blossom eyes slanted and hummed, "Get out of here quickly, or I won't forgive you."
Even Li ignored him. With a taller than him, he stood in front of him, stretched out his hand to grab the wine pot in his hand, fell to the ground, and clanked.
The white porcelain wine pot was broken into pieces, and the green plum wine inside was splashed. People were not lucky to drink it, which made the floor tiles drink happily.
Everyone was attracted by the voice and turned their heads to look at the two facing each other.
Mo Zhiyang rewrapped the roast chicken, hid it in his arms, and took Lajiang's hand to celebrate the New Year: "Brother, why don't we go to the room to eat it? It's not safe here."
Maybe someone came to grab the drumstick.
"Okay." Jiang Henian looked at the two and felt that the poison of Liu Yi's room could not work on Lianli, so he ignored them and dragged Yangyang up to the second floor.
Liu Yishi squatted down and looked at the water stains on the ground. He trembled with anger: The seven unique scattered I worked so hard to practice disappeared like this.
Seeing En Gong leave, he didn't even pay attention to the distressed person who was still squatting on the ground. He turned around and followed upstairs. He stood at the door of the house and listened to what he had told.
Now, Liu Yi's room was irried, the glass on his hand was also dropped, and he rolled up his sleeves and went up to the second floor. He insisted on to torture that guy to death.
Walking up the stairs, you have to see him standing outside the room at the bottom of the corridor and walking aggressively: "You compensate me... Pay me for the wine."
Mo Zhiyang in the room was nestling on the chicken leg in his brother's arms. Hearing the voice of revenge outside, he was about to get up when he was pressed down by his senior brother: "I'll go and have a look. Don't have an accident."
"Don't worry, nothing can happen to Lianli." Jiang Henian pressed people back into his arms and wiped the grease stains on the corners of his mouth with a kerchief.
With this, Mo Zhiyang didn't understand: "What's the origin of that Lianli?"
"I asked someone to find out his background. His mother was originally a famous flower leader in Changping, and then married his father, who was among Jianghulang. Because his mother is a prostitute, she has a bad reputation and has been bullied since she was a child, but fortunately her parents are kind. A former benefactor of his mother broke into his house while his father was away and played with his mother to death in front of him. Jiang Henian wiped his mouth as he spoke.
Mo Zhiyang listened to him and couldn't even eat chicken legs, and his heart was so sad. This guy was really miserable. No wonder he did things so hard.
"The man had something to do with him. His father had nowhere to redress his grievances. In the end, he was dangerous and wanted to poison the man's family. In the end, he failed and was killed alive. Originally, the neighbors wanted to do a favor and bury his father. The assailant threatened others and was not allowed to help him. Previously, he complained, but his family was already in trouble. After a few days, the body was almost fast. It stinks so much that he can't sell himself to bury his father.
Jiang Henian's voice was very calm, as if he was just telling a story, saying that he could tear up chicken for Yangyang.
After all, Jiang Henian's experience does not have to be less or even more sinister.
"It's a little miserable." Mo Zhiyang put down the drumstick in his hand and opened his mouth to bite the chicken he handed over.
It's not easy for anyone to live. Mo Zhiyang feels that no one is qualified to sympathize with a person who is next to him. What he gets should get affirmation, not sympathy.
Lian Li stood outside in a regular way and saw the man in blue coming aggressively, motionless and ignored him at all.
"You apologize to me." Liu Yishi pointed to his nose, his chest fluctuated violently, and his eyes couldn't wait to swallow him.
As a result, he didn't even give him a look inside and stood down as if he were not referring to himself.
Liu Yishi was so angry that a mouthful of blood surged up by his attitude. He quickly withdrew his right hand, clicked his two acupuncture points, and suppressed his anger: "Angry short life, short life of anger."
The people in the room, Jiang Henian, sat on the bench of the Eight Immortals Table. Mo Zhiyang grabbed the chicken leg in one hand and nestled in his arms, just facing the door.
The shadow poured out of the door shows the slightly short Liu Yi room and the taller Lianli.
"These two people have a sense of cp." A sentence came out of the system.
Mo Zhiyang nodded in agreement: "It's true that one is tall and one short, but I don't know who attacks and who suffers. After all, both of them are charming."
"From your experience, I think the height is fixed. I press a roast chicken, and Lianli is an attack." The system is sworn.
Hearing what he said, Mo Zhiyang thought it was true: "Then I also have a roast chicken, and the man in blue is attacking. In this way, if you win, I will have roast chicken to eat, and if I win, I will also have roast chicken."
What sophistry, this host, will never let himself suffer.
Jiang Henian was in a daze when he saw him. He thought Yangyang was sad for this irrelevant person. He suddenly felt a little tastey and bent down and kissed him.
After being suddenly kissed, Mo Zhiyang was suddenly shocked. He thought he was going to rob him of roast chicken. He subconsciously opened his mouth and wanted to bite the tongue he handed in.
Later, when I turned my mind, I remembered that I had agreed to give him chicken leg, but both chicken legs were in my stomach, so I didn't bite him indonely.
The lips and teeth of the people in the house are glued, and so are the people outside the house.
"Apologize to me, do you hear me?" Liu Yishi was really angry, and a poison needle was clipped between his fingers.
Lian Li ignored him at all and bowed silently. He just saw that the man was poisoning in the wine. He touched the mouth of the wine with his fingers.
The original porcelain-white bottle mouth should have a luster, but after touching it, it was gone, but it was a little like being covered by dust.
Therefore, Lian Li guessed that he might have rubbed poison on the wine pot, and looked at the direction he went to his father-in-law, which should also be for him to drink. Then he took the initiative to go up and overturn the wine himself.
For his mind, no wonder Jiang couldn't beat him in the last life of the New Year.
Liu Yishi couldn't help raising his right hand slowly. Just as he was about to do something, an old man's angry voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Who are you and how can you be here?"
As soon as Liu Yishi looked back, he saw the head of Qingyang and the head of Zhaoqian coming back together. He withdrew his hand in horror. He put away his fierce expression and laughed at Lian Li, "I'll come to you tomorrow."
After saying that, he turned around and left, as arrogant, he didn't pay attention to the two heads at all and brushed them by.
Seeing the dialogue between the two, the head of Qingyang thought that it was this person's good friend. This person seemed to be called Lianli, and he was the person saved by the alliance leader.
He walked over with his backhand and was about to knock on the door, but he was stopped. Qingyang looked at the person who blocked him and said nothing. He withdrew his hand and asked him, "Where's the alliance leader?"
"In the room." Lianli didn't let him knock on the door, but knocked on the door by himself: "Engong, the head of Qingyang is here."
Mo Zhiyang broke out of his arms. His greasy hand, without any hesitation, grabbed Jiang Henian's sleeves and wiped them clean. He squeezed to open the door: "Qingyang, head."
Looking at the polished clothes, Jiang Henian just shook his head and became someone else. Now he may go to Naiheqiao to drink Mengpo soup. However, he was born, and no one could be born with any reproach.
When he opened the door, in addition to the Qingyang head, there was also the dusty head of recruitment. It seemed that he had come back, and he looked solemnly for fear that something would happen.
I suddenly lost the mood to flune: "How about it?"
"It's a big deal. Let's go to my room." The head of Qingyang said that he happened to see Gann in it. He originally wanted to avoid him, but thinking about it, the alliance owner was afraid that he would also inform him about it, so he simply called him to join him.
If he is really the bishop of Jie religion, then this matter will definitely threaten him. This is a common enemy.
Four people were discussing in the room together, waiting inside and outside, and no one was allowed to come in.
Zhaoqianzhang, at this time, no longer looks like the previous romantic, but looks serious. Looking at the neckline, he is full of dust, for fear that he will walk back and forth a lot of places in the dusty days.
"Why is it so anxious?" Mo Zhiyang came in and sat in the chair. At this time, he was not in the mood to play.
Sitting aside for each of four people sat up the table of the Eight Immortals.
"When I first knew about this, I was also panicked, and I was afraid that I would rush to make trouble, so I asked many times, which took time." Zhao Qian said, reaching out to carry the teapot.
Maybe because of riding a horse for many days, or because of shock and fear, my hands have been shaking and I can't carry it up.
Mo Zhiyang looked at it, took the initiative to reach out to help, and poured a cup of tea for him: "It doesn't matter. Tell me in detail."
"Then Dong Cang, a businessman in his family, is not an honest businessman. His mother is of the Western Regions. At first, I didn't associate her with other people. Later, she was a good friend. I accidentally mentioned that she looked like Musa." After saying this, Zhao Qianqian didn't have time to finish drinking the tea in his hand.
The head of Qingyang's face changed and he turned white after brushing. He muttered the name: "Musa, how could it be her?"
This name is really strange. Mo Zhiyang can't extract any information from the plot. When he turns to look at Jiang Henian, his expression is also solemn. He should know it.
CLOSED, I DON'T KNOW IT HERE?
So he sneaked over and asked, "Who is Musa?"