The woman who let go of the drink was unexpectedly free and easy.

In the Ghost Kingdom Shrine, melodious music sounded everywhere, and red lanterns were put on all over the mountains and plains to celebrate the thousandth birthday of this city of dead souls.

In front of the city lord's palace, a huge bonfire was lit. The female souls were wearing various dresses, as if they were blooming flowers. On the high platform set up, suddenly a colorful stream came from the sky.

The real dragon from China stepped on the cailian, slid all the way down, landed on the high platform, and danced gracefully.

The joyful sound continued.

The celebration will not stop, it will last for three days and nights.

The Yang world does not care about the affairs of the underworld, and similarly, the underworld does not care about the affairs of the underworld... Whether it is an extraordinary society outside or a secular world, this is the ghost country and the shrine, a place where a group of dead souls who have no home and relatives live.

Boss Luo was just like the many souls of the ghost country, lingering in the light and joy, as if looking for something. Finally, he climbed up to the small building at the beginning, with some regret in his eyes.

He also seemed a little relieved.

"Sure enough...it can't be found."

The small yellow flower in his hand turned slowly between his fingers, and fireflies floated from a distance one by one, surrounding him, making insects chirp.

"What are you doing here alone?"

The voice of the true dragon of China.

Boss Luo turned around. At this time, Long Xiruo put on a white dress with a bright red gauze hanging on top, and was barefoot.

These were the clothes she put on during the memorial ceremony and dance. She has not yet taken them off.

There was no headgear, and there was nothing to find. He just had his long hair hanging casually, his bare feet on the dust-free wooden floor of the small building, and he was holding a small wine bottle in his hand.

It's your kind of martial arts movie, the kind where the Eastern leader played by Brigitte Lin is free and bold in the middle of a river, looking up to the sky and asking for a drink.

"I don't belong here, just take a look." Boss Luo said softly.

The real dragon from China glanced sideways at him. His hair was hanging down and his face was slightly red. Perhaps it was because of the wine in the pot. Listening to the sound of the flute, he silently said that the wine inside was dug out from Po Meng's former residence.

In the half of the underworld that Zhang Fangzi built and carried back the real dragon from China, there was the legendary place where Po Meng lived.

The prescription says that this is called the wine of dead souls.

But City Lord Xiao is a guy who likes to be arty and elegant. You should know this from his name.

Therefore, the city lord of the ghost town directly named the replica of the dead wine with another name.

Mulberry falls.

I don’t know who will fall in love with you this year.

The doctor who is not drunk will lose his wine, leaving people helpless to part with love.

Maybe this is the elegance he wants.

It's really intoxicating.

The slightly drunk Shenzhou True Dragon looks particularly gorgeous, with bright eyes and white teeth under the fluorescent light in the sky. It is not too much to say that she looks like a fairy from the fairy palace.

"You seem to be looking for someone." Long Xiruo thought for a while and said: "You are not looking for me, but someone else... There is someone you know here... a dead soul? An old friend? A relative?"

Boss Luo said coldly: "No matter why I came here, for me to see Miss Long like this tonight is an unexpected surprise, and it makes me think that this career is completely worth it."

"Again... you said such things." The real dragon from China turned his head.

She found that she really liked hearing such words hopelessly...even though she knew it might be poison.

After taking a few sips of Sangluo wine, the real dragon from China rudely wiped his lips with his sleeve and said carelessly: "I don't want to talk to you about this tonight... I'm in a good mood, come and drink with me!"

She threw the wine bottle directly.

Boss Luo easily held the wine bottle in his palm, lowered his head and looked at it, but did not move.

The real dragon from China crossed his arms and said angrily, as if extremely irritated: "If you don't like it, then don't drink it! Throw it away if you can!"

"How could that happen?" Boss Luo smiled slightly, and slowly moved the wine bottle from his palm to his lips.

The real dragon from China made a soft sound in its throat, as if on the eve of a terrifying battle, looking longingly at the wine bottle that was brought to Luo Qiu's lips bit by bit.

It's almost! It's almost! It's almost... bump... bump!

About to meet!

"Hahaha! Lord Long, it turns out you are here!"

At this moment, Taoist Baijie's hearty laughter rang out in the small building.

As if he was caught doing bad things, Shenzhou True Dragon was suddenly startled, and turned around subconsciously. He saw not only Baijie Taoist, but also Xiao Shengmo, and a group of Taoist elders, who were working together at this time.

Come.

"Lord Long, why are you here alone?" Xiao Shengmo asked at this moment, holding up his hands.

Alone?

After the real dragon from China reacted instantly, he turned around fiercely. On the stands of the small building, there was still trace of that person... only a few fireflies were floating randomly.

"It's just a little bit off... just a little bit!" The real dragon from China clenched his fists instantly, and his whole body trembled slightly.

"Master Longjun, what's wrong with you?" Xiaosheng Mo couldn't help but asked hesitantly... He saw that the Shenzhou True Dragon seemed a little uncomfortable at this time.

An elder of the Taoist sect stroked his beard and smiled and said: "I think Lord Long is very excited. It must be because the arrangements we have made today have moved Lord Long so much... It's not bad, it's not bad, Lord Long."

Your Excellency, you have worked so hard for the ghost city, and we have only done some trivial things, so Mr. Long does not need to be so excited."

"Yeah..." The real dragon from China slowly turned around, smiling, "I'm so fucking touched! Go to hell!!!"

Boom!!

They...the people of the ghost country don't know what happened.

But the small building of the City Lord's Mansion suddenly collapsed, and then thousands of golden lights instantly rushed into the sky, as brilliant as fireworks.

Among the collapsed stairs, a half-dead old man kept saying: "Lord Long is so excited, so excited..."

The celebration became even more lively.

…

…

The little girl Xiao Xiaoxiao brought a cup of hangover tea and delivered it to the Divine Dragon.

At this time, the Shenzhou True Dragon looked impatient, holding his chin up and looking at the scene outside the window... In the room, the flute that had just saved his life was waiting silently, and everyone was silent.

The Mystery of the True Dragon... Oh, after a grand fireworks, they were sitting in the meeting hall of the ghost city's lord's palace.

"Xiaoxiao, you go out and play." Xiao Shengmo ordered the little girl at this time.

She responded with a sigh, and then left humming a little tune.

"When did you adopt an adopted daughter?" The real dragon from China said abruptly: "I've never heard you mention it."

"What happened in the last fifty years. Xiaoxiao's mother died early, and she also died early. She was wandering alone in the ghost market, and I felt compassion. This child is similar to me."

The real dragon of China stopped holding his chin, picked up the hangover tea and took a slow sip.

When Xiao Sheng was silent and silent, the whole face looked particularly gloomy, the kind of heavenly figure who easily made the word "villain" pop into his mind just by looking at him.

But in fact, the mayor of this ghost town is very kind. Not only does he like to be arty, but he is also capable of knitting women, plowing fields and tending cattle, and can do anything... This guy is actually the type that is particularly suitable for life.

Long Xiruo shook his head again, then as if he remembered something, he glared at Taoist Baijie beside him, "However, I really didn't expect that Taishan of your sect would actually join forces with Xiao Shengmo to deceive me...

Okay, Baijie brat, have you really gained experience?"

Taoist Baijie was originally an immortal, but now his left eye socket was darkened but he still had an air of immortality.

He coughed dryly and said: "This matter is over, Mr. Long Jun no longer needs to arrest the old Taoist... This is the temporary rise of the old Taoist, and City Lord Xiao and the others are just being dragged off the horse."

The real dragon from China sneered, which made Taoist Bai Jie break into a cold sweat.

Shouldn't it?

I was obviously very happy during the celebration, having fun with the people of the ghost country, but why did my mood change at every turn, and suddenly I became irritable?

"Surprise? I'm afraid it's not a shock!" Long Xiruo snorted coldly: "I really thought something happened to you. The ghost gate guard failed and I came all the way! Do you know that tomorrow morning will be the first meeting of the World Extraordinary Summit?

sky?"

At this time, Taoist Bai Jie looked at Xiao Shengmo.

Taoist Bai Jie said seriously at this time: "In fact, before the arrival of Lord Long, we were indeed attacked... The traces of fighting and destruction in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion were not temporarily forged by us, but real."

"Really?" Long Xiruo frowned subconsciously, "What's going on?"

Xiao Shengmo said slowly: "This year's Ghost Gate Guard, Mr. Baijie and his entourage arrived earlier than usual. Perhaps it was because they were rushing to attend the extraordinary meeting to be held tomorrow, so they wanted to come early and prepare early. However, just as

When I was ready to take action to suppress the ghost gate, a group of guys suddenly appeared and attacked, almost causing the defense to fail... To be honest, the situation at that time was indeed very dangerous, and Mr. Baijie even suffered a little.

Minor injury."

"Who is it?" the real dragon from China asked directly.

"The identity is unknown." Taoist Bai Jie shook his head, "But what is certain is that they all wear metal helmets, just like dead soldiers, fearless of death, and will explode themselves in an instant if they fail, without any leeway.

If you don't stay...the only thing that can be determined is that these sneak attackers are all warriors and are not weak in strength."
To be continued...