Mu Xiaojiu narrowed his eyes, turned his head to look at the right hand, but saw a man sitting not far from him, holding a beautiful woman in each of his left and right arms, and there were two dishes of side dishes, a pot of wine, and a long knife on the table. Looking at the man again, he was a very masculine and somewhat handsome thirty-year-old Angzang man.

Looking at this man's appearance, and then looking at the long knife on the table, thinking of him calling himself "Grandpa Tian", Mu Xiaojiu already had some guesses about this person's identity in his heart.

If he guessed correctly, this person is likely to be known as "Thousands of Miles Alone", a flower thief who is good at picking flowers with a single knife, Tian Boguang.

Speaking of which, this has actually been mentioned countless times. That is, by now, in fact, many plots have changed beyond recognition. For example, Tian Boguang, his hijacking of Tai Yilin, the junior master of the Hengshan faction, did not happen at all.

Therefore, it is actually not surprising that Tian Boguang will appear in the Qinglou of Qindi and Ankang City now.

Mu Xiaojiu has actually always been a little curious, what kind of person Tian Boguang is. But obviously, now is not a good time to get in touch with Tian Boguang, after all, he doesn't have so much spare time to spend time in this kind of place. Tian Boguang can contact him at any time, but tonight, he has more important things to do.

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"This is the countermeasure we discussed earlier, but if you want to implement it, you may still have to do it." The fox fairy said generously to Sikong Xingxing.

At this moment, the two of them were in the cellar of the homecoming wine store.

Sikong Xingxing's eyes flickered, and then smiled lightly, "Okay, I know, don't worry, this matter is on me, I promise to let you see better results than expected." ”

Hu Xiaoxian nodded slightly, "Then I'll leave first." Although Xiao Jiu estimated that Yu Wenhua and Yu Wencheng should both start in the second half of the night, but I returned to the Mu Mansion earlier, and I was prepared after all. ”

"Okay, fox girl, walk slowly." Sikong Xingxing handed the prepared wine jar to the tightly wrapped fox fairy, who took the wine jar, covered the veil on his face, got up and walked out of the cellar. Leaving Sikong Xingxing to groan a little inside before coming out.

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"If you want to make trouble, don't look at what kind of place this is!" In the Yihong Pavilion, the old bustard had not yet had a seizure, and the guards and turtles in the Yihong Pavilion had already rushed out, surrounding Mu Xiaojiu in the middle, "Boy, if you know each other, get out of the Yihong Pavilion quickly, and I will call you back to your mother's womb today." ”

The catcher who came to the Yihong Pavilion with Mu Xiaojiu all the way suddenly changed his face when he heard this, turned his head and whispered to the old bustard beside him: "Prepare to prepare, the medical hall that should be sent to the medical hall in a while, and the coffin that should be ordered is the coffin." ”

Being able to be an old bustard in Yihong Pavilion, the most luxurious green building in the city, this bustard is naturally not an idiot, and he knows that this catcher will not lie to himself. But she also knew very well that if this master was really like what this catcher said, then even if she went up to stop it, it would be too late. Therefore, she could only shout in place: "Misunderstanding! ”

To be honest, this old bustard is quite smart. If she shouted "stop", if she changed her temper, she would definitely start immediately, after all, who knows who she was shouting to "stop"? But if she shouts "misunderstanding", then generally speaking, everyone will more or less stop for a while, even if it is only for a moment.

But alas, this is not the general situation now.

Fortunately, Mu Xiaojiu didn't think about killing people, and he didn't bother to kill these guys who surrounded him. Therefore, he just poured out the murderous aura violently.

However, this alone is enough to scare off all these nurses and thugs.

Mu Xiaojiu still didn't speak, but looked up at the staircase connecting the first and second floors of the Yihong Pavilion. At this moment, a man who looked to be about thirty years old, slightly thin, and had a gloomy complexion, dressed in civilian clothes, stood at the staircase on the second floor. Beside him stood about seven or eight men, two of whom stood close to the man, one stout and the other as thin as a paper man, and very pale.

Mu Xiaojiu didn't have to think about it, he had already guessed that this thin man in his thirties was the target of his trip, that is, the prefect of Ankang, Chu Yi.

However, just as he was about to speak, a strong wind suddenly struck.

Mu Xiaojiu didn't dodge, because this knife couldn't cut him, it would only cut three inches to the right of his neck. And that's exactly the case, in the end, this knife only slashed past Mu Xiaojiu's neck.

Mu Xiaojiu turned his head and looked at Tian Boguang coldly.

Tian Boguang's face was full of unhappiness: "Your Uncle Tian is talking to you, didn't you hear it?" ”

At this moment, the Yihong Pavilion Guardians, thugs, and turtle fathers who surrounded Mu Xiaojiu had already retreated, so Tian Boguang was the only one left by Mu Xiaojiu's side.

Not only Mu Xiaojiu's side, but many of the guests in the Yihong Pavilion had also discovered that something was wrong, so they secretly left from the door.

In addition to Tian Boguang on the first floor of the Yihong Pavilion, there are now only two tables of guests left.

At one of the tables was a young man dressed in a golden robe with a cold but handsome face. If an ordinary person is wearing a golden robe, I am afraid that it will show a strong nouveau riche local bun atmosphere, but this man is wearing a golden robe, but it makes people feel that it is normal.

What was even more remarkable was the long oilcloth bag on the table in front of him, his hands, and the fact that he was sitting alone, without a girl by his side.

Mu Xiaojiu glanced at it casually, and he was already able to conclude some facts. Let's say this man is a swordsman. The long oilcloth bag is enough to make a judgment that "there should be a sword in there", whether in terms of length, width or shape.

Moreover, this man is not an ordinary swordsman.

In front of him was not wine, but tea. Mu Xiaojiu knew that some swordsmen and swordsmen never drank alcohol, because after drinking, their bodies would be a little disobedient, and their minds would become unconscious. That's the first point.

The man's hands were long, slender, fair, and clean, and the five fingers were even more powerful. Such a pair of hands is no longer suitable for holding a sword, and it can even be said that this is a pair of hands that every swordsman dreams of, this is a pair of swordsman's hands. This is the second point.

This swordsman has been sitting there quietly drinking tea, when Mu Xiaojiu came in, he didn't move, when Mu Xiaojiu roared, he didn't move, everyone left, he still didn't move.