Chapter 190

What's more, he is not afraid to offend others. He robbed almost all the secret scripts of the practitioners, including our Tang family's chaotic body refining technique

Tang Qingyi, with such an expression, sighed: "this son is too terrible. It's a pity that it can't be used by the Tang family. It's a good friend with the purple family

Tang Muyan pursed his lips and did not dare to speak.

After a long time, Tang Qingcai said: "the day after tomorrow, the concubine will give the little princess a birthday party. The banquet is for all the officials. My father is hurt. Mu Yan, please go on behalf of my father."

Tang Muyan respectfully replied, "you can rest assured that your son will prepare a gift to satisfy your aunt."

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Tianyan chamber of Commerce headquarters.

Mo Yan faces a bad friend without expression.

"Ah, good wine!"

Yu Zhujun drank a cup and slurped his mouth hard. He didn't like it. He simply picked up the wine jar and put one leg up on the chair. He looked up and poured it into his mouth.

Drink that call a bold.

Mo Yan looked away, saying that he was really blind.

Eight hundred silver beads in a jar of Purple Palace star Luo, placed in other people's there, are small mouthfuls of careful taste, where like this goods, whale swallow cattle drink.

"Ah Yan, do you want a breath?"

After drinking half a jar, Yu Zhujun looks slightly drunk, and then he thinks of Mo Yan. As soon as his mouth is bald, he shouts out the nickname he gave Mo Yan, saying, "a drunken solution to a thousand worries! You look so sad that your head turns red. "

In front of a small Mo Mo made of ruby, he held out the claw of Anlu mountain and touched his round head. "Look at the red one."

Mo Yan

Hands itch.

I want to throw some drunk out of the window of a seventeen story building.

"Ah Yan"

"No touching!"

Mo Yan couldn't bear it. He rescued the little Mo Mo carved with ruby from his bad friend. His forehead was blue. "And don't call that name again."

Yu Zhujun hugged the wine jar, ruffian smile

"I'm just barking, hehe."

"..." draw the sword

"Don't, don't, don't, don't you have something to say. Aren't we the best brothers? " Yu Zhujun immediately counseled, and the wine woke up most of the time.

Mo Yan takes back his sword and throws a sobering pill to his bad friend.

Yu Zhujun did not dare not to eat. After swallowing it, he became more conscious: "tell me, what's the matter with me?"

I will not call myself to the headquarters just to cash in a jar of Zigong Xingluo.

There must be something important.

"There's one thing --"

Mo Yan confides a long-time puzzle to his bad friend.

Yu Zhujun's eyes brightened when he heard the mysterious white Tuanzi in the secret place of burning Xi, and his back straightened when he heard that Miss Ziqi's poisonous skill was amazing.

"So you suspect that ziqianmo is a demon?"

Yu Zhujun listened to understand, more excited, "you suspect purple Qian Mo and that small Mo Mo, is the same person, ah no, the same demon?"

"Well." Mo Yan frowned slightly, with a dignified look and deep black eyes.

"That's easy."

Yu Zhujun took out an object from his arms and put it on the table. "This is my ancestral mirror for looking at demons. No matter what kind of demons, if you use this mirror to look at them, you can see the prototype in the mirror."

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Mo Yan: ask for a ticket

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