Zhu Xunuo hesitated for a moment, turned his head and looked at me. After seeing me nodding heavily, he said, "Yes, bring people up!"

Then the group of burly men pressed me back to the ceremony platform and came to the front of Dong'er.

"Fake a fake, stretch out your hand!" Dong'er looked at me angrily and said.

When I heard Dong'er ask me to reach out, I knew what this guy wanted to do. I quickly said, "I will do it myself!" After that, I took out a silver needle from my pocket and stabbed my finger hard.

"Give it to me!" Before Dong'er could speak, I took the initiative to snatch the bell of the corpse girl Dong'er and dripped the blood on the bell.

Looking at my series of actions, Dong'er said sarcastically: "You fake guy, you are quite like you. You will be surprised later!"

"Yes, yes, you fake, it depends on how long you can still pretend!" Old Chen from the audience also said.

"Raise the bell!" I was too lazy to explain, and said to Dong'er.

when!

Dong'er snorted coldly and shook the bell hard.

As the harsh bells in Dong'er's hand rang on the ceremonial platform, I felt a mysterious force calling me, and my pores unconsciously opened.

This was a very strange feeling. I only felt like a cool breeze blew in my whole body, and a faint mist emerged from my body.

Under the nervous gaze of everyone, the fog that emerged from my body gradually formed a human form.

Looking at the human figures that appeared little by little, the smile on Dong'er's face became stiffer little by little. The confident girl couldn't help but twitch: "This, this, how could this be possible? How could there be two Peach Sword Green!"

"This, this, what's going on? The two of them are exactly the same as this hero. Who is the real and who is fake?" Mr. Zhu asked, looking at Dong'er.

Dong'er's face looked very ugly, and she looked at me and the fake Pi Jianqing with an incredible face, and said, "I, I, I, I don't know anymore!"

"Ah, what should I do now!" Mr. Zhu collapsed in his seat.

I turned my head and looked at the Eight Immortals Table closest to our ceremonial platform. The mysterious white-haired old man sitting on the Eight Immortals Table didn't look at us at all. He was like an outsider, quietly drinking the wine on the table.

"Good wine, good wine!" Although the old man's eyes did not look on me, he seemed to notice my eyes. He only heard him say: "Wine is good wine, good wine must be matched with good words..."

After the old man finished speaking, he picked up the wine bowl and took a big sip. He poured all the extremely high-degree white wine into his stomach in one breath.

"Good word...ah...drunk..." After the white-haired old man said the last time, he fell on the wine table with a "bang", and died of drunkenness.

It's over, all this only hope is gone.

Just when I didn't know how to end, Zhu Xunuo suddenly said excitedly: "I have a way!"


Chapter completed!