"Hmm!" Suddenly, Long Xiliang raised his hand to cover his forehead, his brows furrowed, and his face instantly turned pale.

The memories of the past stimulated his brain, and he tried his best to endure it, the expression on his face tensed, and the lines of his jaw became stiff.

In his eyes, the look flickered brightly and darkly, and his eyes kept changing, for a while, his expression was indifferent, and for a while he became full of anger.

As he slowly lowered his hand, the pain on his face faded.

Long Xiliang just now, his brows were slightly furrowed, because of Lu Ming's words, his whole body exuded a cold aura, he was obsessed with Lu Xiaoyou, how could he give up like this.

And now, the look on his face was extremely cold.

He stretched out his hand and touched his eyelids, a wicked smile jumped out of his sexy thin lips, and when he opened his eyes again, there was only a cruel and cruel emotion left in the dark pupils.

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Outside the banquet hall, Hou Muyan was blocked by someone.

"Brother Dei! Fortune telling, looks? No money! ”

Hou Muyan glanced at the curly-haired man who was in the way, "Get out!" ”

How could there be a god stick in the banquet? He was about to walk past the curly-haired man, when suddenly he thought of something, stopped, and turned around.

"Hey!" Hou Muyan called the curly-haired man.

"I don't call for hey."

Hou Muyan glared at the other party angrily, "How did you get in?" Are you on the dinner list? ”

The curly-haired man said, "Of course I walked in through the gate. ”

Hou Muyan ordered in a cold voice: "I want to check your banquet invitation!" ”

The curly-haired man felt in his pocket, then lowered his head and lifted the hem of his coat and robe, and looked around, he looked up and said:

"The invitation is lost ......"

The corners of Hou Muyan's mouth twitched slightly, and his black and white eyes were already violent.

His master's banquet is not just for anyone to come in, there are gods who come in to cheat on eating and drinking, hehe! Hou Muyan pinched his fingers, and a "squeak, squeak" sound erupted in the joints.

"No invitation, get out!"

"I really lost my invitation."

Hou Muyan clasped the other party's shoulder with one hand, and before he could exert his strength, the curly-haired man's shoulder, as if it had been smeared with oil, slipped away from under his palm.

Hou Muyan was angry and went to arrest him again.

The curly-haired man kept dodging, and Hou Muyan was only close to catching him every time, but he didn't even touch someone's sleeve.

He was in a hurry, and stepped on the curly-haired man's shoes, and the curly-haired man cried out:

"Hit me, how can you step on my AJ!"

Hou Muyan kicked him down again.

"Little brother~ It's not right to do it, dissipate your anger, do you want me to count a peach blossom for you? Your peach blossom luck, four words - ask for it! ”

When Hou Muyan heard his words, the movements on his feet paused.

The curly-haired man smiled: "If you want to change your peach blossom luck, you only need to buy my 18888 package......"

"Lao Tzu believes your nonsense!" Hou Muyan made a move and was dodged by the curly-haired man again.

"In Gusu, my immortal optimism Li Bufan's fortune-telling is famous! Little brother, you don't know Taishan with eyes! ”

The curly-haired man shook his head in pity for him.

Hou Muyan threw a punch into the other party's head!

"Fortune telling? What do you say with a mutton skewer accent, ghost letter?! ”

Hou Muyan felt angry, this chattering man had two times, seemed to be gagging with him, and always looked out of tune, but he was able to dodge every one of his attacks with agility.