"Ah, by the way, what happened to the five people who were locked up?"
Sun Lang was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he had given them a very rude nickname without permission. "You mean the Xiangmo Heavenly Venerable and the Four Spicy Chicken Heavenly Kings?"
Zhang Yinluo rolled his eyes, but he seemed to be familiar with Sun Lang's way of speaking. He nodded and said, "It's the five people who traveled with the snotty prince …"
Of course, Old Master Sun didn't need to worry about those ugly melons and cracked dates. He shook his head and signaled to Miss Zhao beside him. "Qianyu escaped from Miss Zhao's imprisonment. Ask her."
Zhao Feihuang first smiled gently at Sun Lang, but when she turned to look at Zhang Yinluo, she immediately changed her expression. In Miss Zhao's own words, it was "the strict expression of the first wife who started to discipline the coquettish and wanton milch cow concubine after sending away the husband who respected her." Meeting Zhang Yinluo's gaze, she smiled proudly and put on airs. Then she said indifferently, "I'm not telling you."
Zhang Yinluo's face darkened, and his gaze became sinister. "Surnamed Zhao, I've been unhappy with you for a long time …"
In other words, Miss Zhang not only had the halo of being a scapegoat, but her ability to attract hatred was also first-class. The establishment of the so-called Anti-Milch Cow Alliance was not without reason.
As soon as this sentence came out, Steward Xu, who was Miss Zhao's bound mount, glared angrily. On the other side, Zhao Yunlong and Dongfang Xin, who was also surnamed Zhao in theory, raised their eyes with a look of "What did you just say?"
Zhang Yinluo was scared by this powerful glare and shrank back. "I … I was just talking about this rude woman!"
Young Mistress Zhao observed the situation and knew when to stop. She snorted, "For the sake of Young Master Sun's face … I ordered people to settle the five of them in an inn. That old man stinks to the heavens. I don't want to send him to the Marquis' estate."
Zhang Yinluo was shocked. "What if they run away?"
Zhao Feihuang disdainfully curled his lips, "The strongest old man has been sealed by me, so he will have to sleep for an entire day before he can wake up. The other people have also been tied up, and their acupuncture points have been sealed. They are also being watched by the elites of my residence. Even if their abilities are heaven defying, they won't be able to escape. They are just a group of small thieves, do you still need to watch over them as if they are criminals?
What are you making a fuss about? "
"I … How am I making a fuss?"
Although Zhang Yinluo said so, she was still a little flustered, especially when the Old Boxer became like this. She knew she had to take the blame. If the old man came to seek revenge … Thinking of the scene, Zhang Yinluo couldn't help shivering. She looked at Sun Lang for help, "Hey … What if he comes to us?"
Nicholas Sun Lang said proudly, "There is no problem in this world that can't be solved by a can of herring. If there is, then use two cans."
Zhang Yinluo twisted her body, with tears in her eyes, and said angrily, "I'm talking business with you!"
Her unpretentious and natural coquettishness, coupled with the pair of foul breasts, simply produced an explosive effect … Sun Lang originally wanted to tease this girl, but after seeing this, he touched Zhang Yinluo's head and said gently, "Don't be afraid, Miss Zhao has sealed him, making him forget what happened today. When he wakes up, he will forget everything that happened, and naturally won't come to find trouble with you …"
Zhang Yinluo said pitifully, "That's good … But, is there really no problem?
Is there really no problem at all?
This woman, won't she secretly do something? "
Looking at Zhang Yinluo enjoying being touched by Sun Lang, Zhao Feihuang was all kinds of envy, jealousy, and hatred. When she heard Zhang Yinluo's words, she said angrily, "Hmph, this woman, when you're scared, you're so obedient, but when you know there's no danger, you're pretending to be obedient!
If I want to deal with you, why would I need to do anything?
With this power, I can directly turn you into a little bitch that will feel so comfortable just by rubbing your chest against Sun Lang! "
Sun Lang's eyes flashed, "Eh!!??"
"You're a dead person!" Zhang Yinluo immediately went berserk, "You woman, you really want to fight!"
"Let's fight then, who's afraid of who!" Miss Zhao was not to be outdone, "So what if you know martial arts?
So what if you have big breasts?
I'm not afraid of you! "
"Come on, let's fight to the death!"
The atmosphere in the Immortal Fishing Pavilion was cheerful, but unlike the warm room, the outside world was cold and dark. Whether it was Sun Lang, Miss Zhao, or Zhang Yinluo, none of them realized that the losers who they didn't take seriously had escaped and were planning a counterattack in the night … Fate was unpredictable, and no one knew what would happen.
Yes, fate was unpredictable, and no one knew what would happen.
At this moment, two figures were flying through the city. One of them was dressed in snow-white robes, while the other was bald. One was as ethereal as an immortal, while the other was bald. Clear and impure, elegant and filthy. These two people were at odds with each other, but they were comrades who had fought side by side. They were clearly looking for something at this moment.
The bald and bearded old boxer said in a low voice, "Young Master, do you have to go through so much trouble?
Just grab a random person from the inn. "
"No."
Young Master Wu Hen maintained a subtle distance from the old boxer and said softly, "Elder Chi, your physique is special and not similar to ordinary people. If you grab someone casually, you might be exposed.
There's still plenty of time. Let's look again. There's a night market in Mingzhou, and there are many pedestrians and peddlers returning home at night. We just have to grab him, seal his acupoints, clean him up, and then throw him on the bed … "
Although Young Master Wu Hen didn't elaborate, the old boxer already knew what he meant by "clean him up". He snorted faintly, thinking that now that he knew about that shameful thing, he had to think of a way to stop him from blindly bragging in the future.
Either he would drag him down with him, or he would directly …
Young Master Wu Hen was also thinking that after this matter, if he wanted to take all the credit, he had to think of a way to make him speechless … In fact, the simplest way was to directly …
Both of them had their own thoughts as they searched. Suddenly, the old boxer's eyes lit up. "Young Master, look, this person …"
Young Master Wuhen followed his finger and looked to the other side. Suddenly, he saw a few tipsy people walking in high spirits. The person in the lead laughed heartily and patted his chest. He said loudly, "I've said it before. Although this thing can't be used in the grand hall for the time being, it's the favorite food of the common people!
We'll stand at the grassroots and launch a fierce attack on the upper echelons. Sooner or later, Mingzhou City, and even the entire empire, will eat the stinky tofu of our Embroidered Spring Hall!
Brothers, remember this, follow me, and there will be stinky tofu to eat and meat to eat! "