Since Li Yu left this private room, the group of gangs of warlocks at the dining table finally relaxed.

Although this little girl is a mortal, her weight is no lower than that of a monk with a thousand years of cultivation. This group of sorcerers in the martial arts world were afraid that they would not say a word or do a good job, which would make the little girl unhappy and be crushed to death by the god's words.

They don’t have Gao Yuan’s cultivation level. Gao Yuan can hold on for a while, and I believe they won’t even have the chance to hold on.

In addition, there is a sect behind Gao Yuan. To a greater or lesser extent, the gods will always sell their own little things and will not do anything.

They are different, that is, they can be called "masters" in the eyes of those mortals. The monks who have practiced for a while will know that they are not even farts.

Seeing these witchcraft tyrannical warlocks swallowing each other, the atmosphere finally improved a lot. Chen Shou said, "Wang Han, Mrs. Hong, you guys should you eat some too?"

The sorcerers of the martial arts world realized that they had not moved their chopsticks yet, and hurriedly said with a hint of "Yes, yes, you eat too. I've been busy all day, I have to eat more, Master Chen, you still eat too."

Wang Han took the lead in moving the chopsticks, followed closely behind, but Mrs. Hong's eating habits were much better than Wang Han.

Chen Shou turned to look at Gao Yuan, "Little Friend Gao, are you okay?"

Gao Yuan looked up at Chen Shou after hearing this, and then lowered his head again.

Chen Shou patted his shoulder and comforted him: "No one would have thought of this? If it weren't you, Chen was so scared that he almost knelt on the ground and kowtowed, haha!"

Gao Yuan's face is still not good-looking.

Chen Shou sighed, did not persuade him again, looked around for a week, and said, "Now that the little girl has agreed to go back to Yonghe County with us to work on the bureau, it is reasonable and reasonable, we have to make a careful plan, right? Not only should we succeed, but we should also save the little girl's life without worries. I wonder what you think?"

Everyone looked at each other, and no one spoke.

In fact, I had already planned before I came to Sansheng Town, and the plan was very simple. I was to take Li Yu back to Yonghe County to lead the ghost cultivator behind Yonghe County, and then annihilate it in one fell swoop. It was that simple.

But at this time, no one dared to say that again.

At this time, a warlock in the martial arts world hesitated and said, "Or what if we can do about this, let's send that little girl back to the Three Sacred Mountain."

Chen Shou frowned and said nothing.

The warlock of the martial arts world became a little bolder, "We said earlier that no one has the beauty of perfection and no one can make perfect plans. No matter how we plan, this little girl will always be in danger."

Chen Shou said: "I can kill ghost cultivators with cultivation for 1500 years. Gao Yuan has a magic weapon that can hold back the ghost cultivators for 1500 years for a quarter of an hour. The rest can join forces to kill the ghost cultivators for 1500 years. In this way, you are already very sure."

"But it's not ten percent, right?"

Chen Shou was silent.

The sorcerer of the martial arts world stood up and bowed and said, "If you don't have any fear of ten thousand, just be afraid of anything. If this little girl makes a mistake, even if she is not dead, even if she is broken or has a leg, it is not something I can afford. You are a practitioner, alone, but you have an old mother and a wife and a child at the bottom. You are really afraid of death. Besides, you only know some fist skills, only know how to draw talismans for a few hands, and are not proficient. You can't help with this matter. Please allow Master Chen to leave first."

Chen Shou looked at him quietly. Although he was right, he really couldn't help with this matter. But at this critical moment, leaving the team would kill morale.

When he heard this person speak, two people stood up again, and the same words were also spoken.

Just as Chen Shou was about to nod, he heard a bang. Gao Yuan raised his head and said viciously: "I think who dares to leave today? This is the battlefield. If you escape in the battle, you will be a deserter and a death sentence!"

The warlocks who were about to step outside the door were scared and didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Do it! We finally have a way to do it once and for all, why not?" Gao Yuan said: "Yonghe County is just a group of little ghosts, without any big climate. It's just that the ghosts scattered in all directions and are difficult to find. As long as they can gather them, they will definitely be wiped out in one fell swoop, without any effort! Take the little girl down the mountain and send it back. What does this mean? Let others see our jokes?!"

No one said anything.

"I want to let him see if we can save the little girl's life and let him see if this move is greater than private or public than private!"

I was silent for a while.

There was a sudden trouble outside the private room.

I vaguely heard someone chanting poems and essays, and many people were shouting loudly.

Mrs. Hong's heart moved and she stood up and walked out.

I leaned against the railing on the second floor and watched a group of literati and scholars in the lobby downstairs drinking and having fun.

Seeing this, the waiter hurriedly came forward and said, "A group of scholars came here just now. If the guest officials think they are noisy, the young ones will go downstairs to remind them a few words."

Mrs. Hong waved her hand, "It's okay, let them argue. Anyway, today is boring."

The scholars downstairs seemed a little heroic. The table of people took turns to write poems, and the limited time was a stick of incense.

If you do not do well, you will be fined a glass of wine. If you do well and amazed others, everyone except him will have to drink a glass of wine.

After such a round, everyone became a little drunk.

A person downstairs took a sip of wine and suddenly caught a glimpse of Mrs. Hong upstairs. His eyes lit up and he said loudly: "Brother Wen, come and write a poem to drink!"

"Make a song!"

"Make a song!"

The Taoist onlookers began to cheer.

During the noise, a handsome young man smiled and waved his hand, "I am not good at learning, but I can't do it anymore."

"Why can't you do it? You are the most literary here. Even the supporter praises you for being talented!"

The man begged for forgiveness, "Whether the three ink in his lower abdomen can withstand such praise?"

The man turned his eyes and laughed, "Brother Wen, there is a beautiful lady on the upper floor looking at you. If you don't do anything and give others the opportunity, wouldn't you be upset?"

When everyone heard this, they looked around and said, "Where? Where?"

"Where is a beautiful lady?"

The man pointed, "Where is there."

The man surnamed Wen smiled and didn't take it to heart. He only subconsciously glanced at him with his fingers, and was shocked.

He was stunned for a while, then suddenly picked up a glass of wine and swallowed it. He stood up and shouted: "Since everyone is interested, I will refuse it!"

"good!"

After pondering for a moment, he said, "At the third day of the day, the boudoir is lazy, and the red feathers make up the jade. What can relieve the pain of lovesickness? The letter paper in the pen is long."

"good!"

"Daughter's poem, daughter's poem! Haha, how can Brother Wen write a daughter's poem? It's not like you!"

The man surnamed Wen smiled and scratched his head.

The man suddenly picked up the wine glass and stood up and teased at Mrs. Hong and said, "This beautiful lady! Did my daughter's poem made by my brother Taiwan satisfy you?"

Everyone was laughing, and the man surnamed Wen looked up slightly at Mrs. Hong with a slightly anticipated expression.

Mrs. Hong smiled generously and said, "The little woman doesn't understand poetry and can't appreciate the quality. But the little woman got a few words today. I wonder if you can appreciate it?"

"Just say it!" The man said with confidence: "I have Brother Wen here, why can't I savor the poem?"

Mrs. Hong said: "I wish to be a bird with wings in the sky, and I wish to be a branch on the ground. The world will last forever and sometimes end, and this hatred will last forever."

After the words came to a quiet downstairs.

Everyone has appreciated these two lines of poetry, but they can't even say a word.

A man was drunk and didn't listen to the Qing Dynasty, and asked, "Why don't you talk anymore? Is this poem very good?"

The man surnamed Wen called out OK and drank a glass of wine.

The others also drank a glass of wine.

Mrs. Hong smiled and turned around and left.

A man surnamed Wen suddenly shouted: "Dare you ask this girl, this poem seems incomplete, does it have a complete poem?"

"I don't know."

"I wonder who wrote this poem?"
Chapter completed!