Several people kept making trouble from the third floor to the first floor lobby. Now everyone in Jufu Building knew that someone was poisoned.

The shopkeeper of Jufulou came soon. He looked very bad and wanted to discuss with Buyu, but Buyu didn't give the shopkeeper this opportunity at all.

"You are like this, I don't deserve to talk to my master." Buyu had a cold face, his upright figure was made of a black garment embroidered purple gold and traditional Chinese writing, and it looked like a messenger of hell. The temperature around him was decreasing, and the onlookers unconsciously took a few steps back.

The shopkeeper's expression froze. He looked at Wen Wenlan. Wenlan stood behind Buyu and hugged Zhou Mohuai and let him lean against him, with an indifferent look on his face.

"Call your boss out." Buyu took out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped his fingers carefully, "The real person in charge."

The shopkeeper looked at Wen Wenlan hesitantly, and Wen Wenlan hugged Zhou Mohuai with satisfaction, his palm tightly pressed against his waist and abdomen, feeling the strength coming from under his palm.

Wen Wenlan is a martial arts practitioner, and is only half a head shorter than Zhou Mohuai. There is no problem in supporting Zhou Mohuai's weight.

Zhou Mohuai's head was leaning against Wen Wenlan's shoulder. Wen Wenlan only needed to turn his head slightly to kiss Zhou Mohuai last time.

The boat in my heart was almost overturned by the big waves, but Wen Wenlan did not forget the serious business. The more people there were, the more talk, the more unexpected things would be.

She had heard an important sentence.

"You don't have to say it, a thousand gold burial fee." Wen Wenlan's cold voice penetrated every part of the lobby through the noise, carrying the pressure of the people of the weight, which made people tremble for a lot of trembling.

The lobby suddenly became silent.

"Young Master is here to smash the venue." The shopkeeper's face darkened and he slapped his high fives. Soon two teams of strong men surrounded here from the dark, "You have to choose the right place to smash the venue."

Wen Wenlan had no intention of entangling here at all. She hugged Zhou Mohuai and walked out.

Buyu's palms came out and overturned the two tables on his side. The food flew all over the floor. The overturned table just blocked the big man who rushed out. Then Buyu kicked several tables in a row, making the wailing sounds in the lobby, and also kicked Wen Wenlan a way out.

Wen Wenlan walked on the road surrounded by the table he was flirting with the surroundings. She was alone in a cold and luxurious manner. Her loneliness and indifferent temperament were incompatible with the impetuous and dirty Jufulou at this time, as if she had set up a unique way to ascend to immortality in the chaotic world.

Even if Wen Wenlan held someone, she could not stop her sharp eyes. She was cold and powerful, making people afraid and worshipped.

As soon as they left the gate of Jufu Tower, the three martial arts practitioners let go and ran away, and quickly threw the clumsy and strong men out of sight.

Walking on the relatively secluded street, the three of them slowed down. Wen Wenlan saw Zhou Mohuai's face of confusion and silence, and couldn't help but smile, "That store is a black store, we are poisoned."

Zhou Mohuai's breathing was a little frightened and a little disbelief.

"You keep picking up food for me. I eat more than you. Naturally, I feel better than you. Don't look at me now, I feel very uncomfortable." Wen Wenlan looked serious and covered her chest with one hand. "Maybe you're fine, I'll fall down first."

Zhou Mohuai quickly supported Wen Wenlan. He was in a state of breathing and his mind was confused. He didn't ask how Wen Wenlan knew he was poisoned. He heard that she felt uncomfortable and was about to run back with Wen Wenlan on her back. "Your doctor in your house is amazing. You can hold on and you will arrive soon."

Wen Wenlan patted Zhou Mohuai on the shoulder and signaled him to put him down, "No hurry, let's walk back from here, we'll be close here."

As he said that, Wen Wenlan stretched out his finger and pointed to the dark alley beside him.

Zhou Mohuai did not doubt that he was there, so he put Wen Wenlan down and helped her walk into the alley. Wen Wenlan pretended to be uncomfortable, while secretly looking at Zhou Mohuai with frowning eyebrows, his mind moved slightly.

"It's a little dark here, be careful, take your time."

Zhou Mohuai's gentle and concerned voice came from his ears, and it seemed that he could still feel the warm breath squirting on his cheeks. Wen Wenlan grabbed Zhou Mohuai tightened, and the two of them became closer and closer.

"No hurry, let's take your time." Wen Wenlan suddenly said loudly, there was a dead end ahead, and several people were not in a hurry to walk back.

After standing for a while, a slight sound of wind passed by his ears. Wen Wenlan's face was indifferent, and the corners of his mouth curled up, and he came.

When I turned around, I saw a row of people standing in front of me blocking my way.

"Who are you?" The visitor was not good, so Zhou Mohuai quickly protected Wen Wenlan who was "poisoned" behind him, nailing his eyes to the four masked men in black blocking the alley, and the big swords with cold light in their hands.

A cloud floated slowly to cover the moonlight, and the alley was pitch black. Only by placing the lights on the street could you see the outlines of the guys clearly.

Zhou Mohuai blocked Wen Wenlan behind him, stared at the front, stood steadily with his fists, and the low wind swept across the ground, lifted up the hem of his clothes slightly, and then quietly put it down.

The wind falls and the knife rises.

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Wen Wenlan's acting skills are amazing, but will Zhou Mohuai be too simple? (Thinking about face)

Someone has made a move.
Chapter completed!