If he was not good at rejecting others, how did he become the leader of Huashan?

Could it be that he couldn't refuse the hospitality at the elders' meeting, so he became the leader of Huashan?

Although it seems that there is no way to verify this because it is so old.

He couldn't help but take a step back.

"What are you afraid of?" Shang Li smiled, still sitting on the chair. "Do you mean that you are so unsure of your Munro?"

"You saw me drink it with your own eyes, and I can't show you any tricks?"

Even though Shang Li said this, the waiter still didn't feel relaxed at all.

Monroe is of course trustworthy, but the more gentle and trustworthy the person in front of him is, the more he feels uncomfortable in his heart.

I am not a character who can have intimate conversations with others.

"Anyway, I'm getting more and more worried, so I'll ask the boss to die first." The waiter said this and slapped Shang Li with his palm.

In front of the wind of his palm, Shang Li and his team smoothly moved the table back a foot, just avoiding the inevitable palm from the waiter.

The waiter was startled and looked at Shang Li in disbelief.

At this time, Shang Li should not even be able to move his toes. How could he still use his internal strength so flexibly?

He couldn't help but focus on the ground, and saw a pool of water stains on the ground where the chair had been.

"What is this?" the waiter murmured in disbelief.

Seeing that the gang was betrayed, Shang Li had no choice but to show his cards.

No more pretending.

He stood up from the chair, stretched out two fingers towards the waiter, and saw gurgling water slowly emerging between the two fingers.

Although it is weak, it cannot be described as sweating.

"I'm so sorry." Shang Li looked at the waiter: "Because I never like drinking, so I just learned to be biased."

"You can force out alcohol with this trick, so you can also force out Munro's poison, but no one must have warned you about this."

Shang Li said calmly: "Because almost all the people who have seen this trick, except for my former drinking buddies, have died."

The waiter took a step back, then ran away.

Shang Li quietly drew his sword and waved it casually.

Climb the stairs.

The sword light rising from the bottom up was like climbing a building, spiraling straight up, instantly splitting the escaping waiter in two from bottom to top, and splitting the entire back half of the restaurant with it.

Snowflakes fell from the roof.

And Shang Li also saw the scene of the restaurant's back cook.

Yes, Shang Li asked before, is it possible that there is only one waiter in such a big restaurant?

The answer is of course yes.

At least in this huge restaurant, apart from Shang Li, there is only one other person left alive: the waiter.

In the back kitchen of the hotel, seven or eight still warm corpses were piled up.

Among these corpses are guests, chefs, waiters, and accountants.

In short, because Shang Li is about to come, they have all died.

So this is Jianghu. After the coat of seemingly heroic and chivalrous tenderness is peeled off, only the naked predatory of the weak and the indignity of human life are left.

"I'm so sorry."

Shang Li looked at the corpses and bowed slightly: "In such a cold weather, I'm afraid no one will collect your corpses for a long time."

Before Shang Li finished speaking, several dark shadows emerged from every corner of the restaurant that had been split apart.

They did not attack Shangli, but fled into the distance in unison.

Facing this unscathed No. 7 in the world, they all knew that they had no chance of winning.

Only by running away can you have a chance of survival.

Shang Li shook his head: "I still have a sword in my hand."

Saying this, he pointed out several swords at the fleeing people.

Plum blossoms.

The flecks of sword energy accurately penetrated the chests of those who escaped. They fell in the snow, and the red blood flowing out of the wounds dyed the white snow red.

Just like scattered plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

Shang Li finally walked over step by step, picked up the corpses that fell on the ground one by one, and put them back into the restaurant. After pouring wine and grease on them, a raging fire ignited in the wind and snow.

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Whether it's good or bad, Shang Li's descent from the mountain always represents all kinds of troubles.

He couldn't choose not to go down this mountain just because of these troubles.

Because whether you go down or not, the mountain will always be here.

Outside the blazing restaurant, black smoke rose into the sky along with the flames.

Shang Li was still wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, and continued to step forward slowly in the snow.
Chapter completed!