The man comes out to play with him, but his family background is not obvious. On weekdays, he doesn't play with him.

There were a few people absent for some reason, and the number of people was not enough. The leading people felt that they were not very energetic, so they contacted several people to make up for the numbers and join in the fun. The man was one of them.

His father wanted him to get along with a few guys from good families, saying that it would be better for his family to go around, and the man would accept it.

But after he came, he found that he couldn't keep having fun with these people. He felt that he was not a member of the crowd. He didn't talk much at the banquet and could only drink on his own.

But for some reason, it attracted the attention of those guys and poured him one cup after another. The family who was trying to drink was quite powerful. Looking at the other party's smile-like expression, he had to bite the bullet and drink it, which made him drunk.

When those people started to go crazy, they were already confused and confused, and they were almost ready to dream of Duke Zhou in just one step.

As a result, when I heard someone discussing the Sword Slave in a daze, I wanted to speak in public.

This completely broke his sobering wine, like a hammer hitting his forehead, causing him to see stars, and his eyes were dizzy.

When he was completely awake, his body moved before his brain, and then there was an episode of covering his mouth.

The man was relieved only when the other party failed to say that word. Now he was completely awake, and anger suddenly arose in his heart.

Feeling that the guy covered his mouth was still moving and struggling violently, the man knew that the other party's drunkenness had not yet been dispelled. Didn't he know that he almost broke the sky just now?

Sword slaves are taboos in Wilson City. Even in aristocratic families, they are not secrets. Even heirs of small families like men can know, but they are still tacit and cannot be told by others.

This involves too many secrets and interests, which can affect the whole body. The families involved will instruct their children to be cautious in their words and actions, and do not easily reveal the matter, nor do they just say a few words to the outside world.

Because there was another group lurking beside them - the Greedy Wolf Mace.

If they catch the braid, the entire family might be involved.

Now most of the aristocratic families in Wax City are involved, and most of the sword slaves are in the hands of the aristocratic families. Although the Greedy Wolf Mace is unlikely to capture everyone, it is difficult to guarantee that they will use the weaker part to attack.

In this special period, during the sword competition, no one wants to be caught by the other party.

Besides, if you give them three months, who can find out that they have bought sword slaves?

It is conceivable that if the ignorant idiot in front of you said it at that time, ah, these idiots seemed to have leaked a lot.

If it is really used by those who are interested, neither the Greedy Wolf Mace nor the cutting-edge big families will let them go.

The man smiled bitterly, believing that they could bring help, and that he was foolish enough to accompany him to accompany him is the real idiot.

This is great. Not only is it a waste of time, it may also be a mess. It is better to stay in the clan and concentrate on preparing for the sword contest.

The guy who was covered in his mouth finally calmed down when he saw that his struggle was fruitless.

The man moved his palm away, wiped his sleeves with disgust, and pushed the person back to his position "soft" and ignored the other party and fell down because of his sudden retreat.

"Everyone, I'm not feeling well, so I'll leave first. Today's banquet is very pleasant. Thank you for the banquet. Goodbye!" Then he left the hotel without looking back.

Only fools will continue to stay with these unwitting guys. They may not be allowed to say anything more terrible in a while. They will harm others and themselves, so forgive him for not being with them.

Of course, I will not accompany you from now on. Thinking of this, the man speeded up and left the restaurant for a moment, leaving only a hurried back, just like a man-eating monster following behind.

The man moved quickly, covering his mouth until he said goodbye. In just half a cup of tea, how could the drunk guys react? The person who had been away for a long time, was suddenly reacted by the other party's simple and neat movements.

"Damn it, this bastard, how dare you treat me like this! I..." The person who scolded was the man who was covered with his mouth and pushed down just now. His wine was mostly awake, his face turned red, his face full of shame and annoyance. He struggled to get up and chase him to show his good looks.

"Enough! Come back. Haven't you been embarrassed enough? Idiot."

"Which green onion are you? I...Brother Fang?" Someone who turned his head and was about to speak dirty words, after seeing the person who was talking, he tried to swallow the words behind him. It was so uncomfortable, and his face turned redder.

The monks in plain white clothes stood not far away with a look of discomfort, looking at their table mud. Then they exclaimed one after another, with horror, all of whom were called Brother Fang.

It seems that this young man has a great status. Even the playboys who can almost walk across the Wax City are bowing their heads.

"Have you made a fuss?! Do I need to wake up and sober up for you? Look, what have you done. Calling friends and talking big, it's so amazing. Maybe the next day, I'm lucky to see you on the greedy mace..."

They were scolded and bowed their heads. Just now, alcohol was put on their brains, and they didn't care about anything, just talking about pleasure, completely forgot about the ban.

Now they have saved up, where is this place and what have they done?

Looking around the entire hall, the diners were almost gone. There were only a few tables left in three or two and a few tables still eating.

Against the wall, a middle-aged monk sat alone. The other party had a round breath and was introverted. Judging from the spiritual pressure, he was probably a golden elixir monk, which was not easy to mess with.

The lively table in the middle was full of young people, gorgeous clothes, and young masters. They probably also belonged to the aristocratic family. They could see some familiar faces mixed with some of them. So they were all the people, and they were not afraid of it.

Then, there were only two people left in the next table, the tall boy with his back to them, who had only been refining the 9th level of Qi.

The few people looked at each other, as if they had found a chance to win back the city. They ran there with great confidence.

This time, Mr. Fang saw it, but he did not stop it. Instead, he gave a meaningful smile.

I thought it was a weak persimmon, but I didn't expect that when they really met, I found that this persimmon was not as easy to bully as I thought. If I wanted to take a bite, I would have to crack my teeth.

This is why they saw the foundation-building monks in Ningxia who had been obscured by the world--

Several sloppy heads immediately became weak. Such people may not be able to make it even if they ask their brothers and sisters to come and find a place. However, there are still some sloppy young men who like to play the role of brainless playboy disciples.
Chapter completed!