"Let's go back now?" Murong Xiu asked.

"Yes, go back," Su Jian said.

"Where are you going?" Murong Xiu asked again.

"Dongcheng, of course," Su Jian said.

"Can you find those female dependents of our Murong family when you go back to Dongcheng?" asked Murong Xiu puzzled.

"We have to try our luck! Maybe we can't even if we don't want to find it," Su Jian said.

Although what Su Jian said made Murong Xiu very incomprehensible, she was unconditionally obedient and accepted Su Jian's decisions.

......

In the evening, the remnant sun is like blood.

The clouds that dye the sky red also dyed the luxurious and luxurious Wanjin Building.

The wine mountain and meat sea on the Wanjin floor are like clouds, and the warblers sing and swallow dances are full of spring, making people feel as if they are in a paradise of paradise on earth.

"Zhumen's wine and meat stink, there are frozen bones on the road!" As soon as he stepped on the Wanjin Building, Su Jian felt a sense of injustice.

He saw that there was still a free table of eight immortals in the corner, so he took Murong Xiu and walked over directly and sat down.

A whole day had passed in vain.

Murong Xiu's heart inevitably became anxious.

If they had accelerated back to Jiangnan, they would have reached the warm south by this moment.

Sister-in-law Murong Jiu is bound to be saved.

She didn't question the sincerity of the three elders of Huangshan, but she just felt that staying in Dongcheng might be a waste of time.

Zhuge Yulong's guy is not reliable at all, who knows if what he said is true or false?

The table of the Eight Immortals in front of them seemed to be specially prepared for them, the table was wiped clean, and the chairs were also spotless.

"If the guest officer wants something, just ask! We are the best restaurant in the city, with all kinds of dishes from the north and the south. "The shopkeeper looks like he is seventeen or eighteen years old, and he is clever and sleek.

He saw that Su Jian and Murong Xiu were two young men who were handsome and extraordinary, although they were not dressed luxuriously, but there was a terrifying aura between their eyebrows, so they naturally didn't dare to treat them slowly.

"Is it really full of wine and food?" asked Su Jian.

"The little one is absolutely right, Uncle Bao is satisfied!" the guy patted his chest.

"Okay, then fill the table with the same dishes first," Su Jian said.

"This ...... The man grinned and asked, "Uncle is going to feast on guests?"

"I don't have any friends," Su Jian pouted.

"And how do you two get so much food?" said the man, sneering.

"Are you afraid that Lao Tzu will lose your wine money? Go and prepare! Su Jian pretended to be angry.

Murong Xiu looked at Su Jian in astonishment.

It was the first time she had seen Su Jian so rude.

In fact, there is no need to be in such a hurry if you can't find anyone, after all, the Murong family has nothing to do with Su Jiansu.

"Okay! Then let's give Uncle a first-class banquet. The guy thought to himself: Don't suffer the immediate loss, this master may be the boss who offended some friend on the road, the killer hired by the other person made a special trip to seek revenge, and he had a slight collision, if he caused a fist and kick, wouldn't it be worth it? Let Liu Wanjin make his own decision! At that moment, Nuo Nuo retreated repeatedly.

Liu Wanjin opened such a big restaurant, and he had more than a dozen capable thugs under his command, and he himself was also a powerful man, with a deep background, and proficient in fists and feet.

The wine and food came up, a full table, the wine was the aged daughter red, and the dishes were exquisite seafood and mountain delicacies.

The attitude of several guys was also extremely respectful, just like a slave serving the master and eunuch serving the emperor, which made Su Jian and Murong Xiu a little surprised.

In the hall, there is a fat middle-aged man who looks like a rich businessman is entertaining guests, his figure looks like a water tank or a round ball, he can't see his neck, his eyes, nose and mouth are squeezed together because of the fat on his face, like a big zongzi, but his body is wearing silk and satin, and he is wearing more than a dozen glittering gold and jade bracelets on his chubby wrists.

His Eight Immortals Table was the largest upstairs, and there were more than a dozen martial arts people with hanging swords and swords sitting in the fat man's drooping hands, and the hands of these people were obviously not weak, and their eyes were like torches like chime bells, and they were talking and boasting about each other, or boasting to each other or showing off themselves, and making loud noises was annoying.

The fat rich businessman is called Zhang Hong, a tycoon in the jewelry and antique industry, and he is also involved in the business of the seven major dart bureaus in the Jiangbei area.

Zhang Hong had already drunk his ears and eyes, drunk, he squinted a pair of small eyes that were fascinated and couldn't help but look at a dancing singer, seeing that the dancing girl was dressed in purple, her waist was like a willow blowing in the wind, her body was like Zhao Feiyan, her eyebrows were seductive, her skin was white and frosty, and she had a beautiful billet, but she had a cold and arrogant face, as if Luan Feng disdained to be with the chickens, and Fu Hui stood in the sludge.

"Didn't you fall in love with that little girl?" There were two minions standing behind him, a sharp-beaked monkey with crooked cheeks and a hat, and a strong man in red with a big hat and a fierce god as evil as Zhong Kui in the world, among them, the thin man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks was called Hou San, and approached Zhang Hong and said with a greedy smile.

Slaves naturally have to be considerate of their masters, otherwise how can they be worthy of being a good slave?

"This little girl is different, I like it!" Zhang Hong grinned.

"But this girl is crying with a face like someone has just died in the family, how unlucky!" Hou Sandao.

"You know a fart! Zhang Ye, I have seen a lot of women in the dust, and it is the first time I have seen such a personality, and it is my master's ability to melt the iceberg. Zhang Hong reprimanded.

"Ye is right!" Hou San said with a hippie smile: "That's not easy to do! Door God! Take the dancing cold-faced chick to the Nuanchun Pavilion, and Zhang Ye will go to see her at night!" Hou San ordered the strong man in red, the strong man in red was nicknamed the door god, with an evil face and steel beard, and his wide mouth and eyes were like being afraid of Hou San, and when he heard Hou San's order, he walked straight towards the girl in the purple skirt without saying a word.

Zhang Hong's friends in the rivers and lakes saw that there was a lively scene, and they were also interested, and they stopped talking and watched coldly. Of course, there are some disciples of the authentic sect among these people, but they are all afraid of Zhang Hong's obscenity, which one dares to meddle in things? ?

"If you don't work for Uncle Zhang, the little woman has long admired Uncle Zhang's prestige, and if she can serve the uncle, it is really a blessing for the little woman. Unexpectedly, before the door god could make a move, the girl in purple actually greeted herself first, she gently moved the lotus step and walked to Zhang Hong, fluttering Wanfu said: "The little woman Ziwei has seen Uncle Zhang." ”

"Haha......" Zhang Hong laughed and said: "What kind of chaste martyr should I be, it turns out that I am just pretending, boring and boring!" Everyone laughed, of course, they laughed not because of how ridiculous the matter itself was, but because Zhang Hong was laughing, if the master thought it was ridiculous, they didn't cater to it, wouldn't it make the master very faceless?