The yellow wine flowed out from the flask and poured into two-thirds of the glass cup.
Zhuge Xiaobai picked up the glass cup and drank it in one gulp.
He leaned on the couch and flipped through the scrolls.
The picture scroll is specially made by Qiankun in the picture. The picture on it is not static, but dynamic.
These dynamic contents are all kinds of interesting and valuable scenes collected by Wanbao Pavilion over the years.
There were swordsmen competing in their swordsmanship, there were monks oppressing the mortals, there were weak people fighting back against the aggressive strong ones, there was a certain noble nobleman with a reputation and a male cultivator having sex with each other, there was a man and a woman rolling around on the bed and changing positions.
Zhuge Xiaobai, who left the ancient ruins, enjoyed the quiet time and admired these paintings.
He was a little regretful. He could have gotten the picture of Lu Xiaojin from the Lu family kissing Zhao Wuyang, and even the picture of Zhao Wuyang and Wang Xi having sex with each other.
Unfortunately, I didn't get it in the end.
It's really hard to keep up with the changes in plans.
He originally wanted to make a fuss about Wang Xi and Zhao Wuyang, but now he had to find another way.
He lay on the soft couch, put down the scrolls, and drank some wine, feeling very comfortable.
He sighed in his heart, luckily he ran fast.
What kind of wealth can be found in danger? He, Zhuge Xiaobai, already has incredible wealth, but he still needs to ask for money and take risks?
And it's not a danger at all, it's a catastrophic disaster. Zhuge Xiaobai's predictions are always very accurate.
"I hope less people will die, otherwise they will all die, and there will be many fewer guests in Wanbao Pavilion in the future." Zhuge Xiaobai smashed his mouth, shook his head slightly, and tasted the soft and mellow wine.
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"All dead, all dead!"
Another monk escaped from the body of the Azure Dragon Statue.
Now, a large number of people have gathered outside the Qinglong Statue.
Everyone wanted to escape, but strange creatures from all directions were already coming. The blood moon on the sky seemed to contain a special power in its eyes, making everyone's body movements and cultivation processes extremely slow.
"Zhang Delu killed everyone inside!" the last monk who escaped shouted in horror.
The night was full of noise and panic.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were full of purple light. According to people who kept escaping, Zhang Delu, the originally kind-hearted Taoist priest, suddenly seemed to be a different person. He violently killed the monks who didn't have time to notice something was wrong. His methods were extremely cruel and quick.
Everyone gathered around and took out lighting treasures one after another. Some suggested finding an exit and leaving here immediately. As for how to deal with the strange creatures in the dark, it all depends on everyone's own abilities.
The only problem now is that everyone's actions have become extremely slow, as if something in the air is holding them back.
This made everyone's escape and spell casting speed extremely slow.
Xuanyuan Jing just wanted to wave the Shanhe Wanli Fan again and leave this place, but found that the Shanhe Wanli Fan seemed to be sealed.
The other monks also made this discovery, and their respective magic weapons seemed to be malfunctioning and unable to be used at all.
The khaki hand rope on Zhao Wujiang's wrist didn't move at all, and he found that he couldn't move it at all.
But there was one thing that surprised him.
That is, everyone's movements have been slowed down, making it difficult to escape quickly, but for some reason, his movements and the mobilization of spiritual energy and demonic energy have not been affected at all.
But he didn't show it, but behaved like everyone else, slowly and eagerly.
"Children, don't leave..."
Suddenly, a kind smile rang out in the dark night, and the figure of Tianzong Taoist Zhang Delu appeared in front of everyone. His navy blue robe was stained with blood, his pale and old face was also stained with blood, and his smile was even more weird.
Many monks were so frightened that they screamed and kept running away, but their movements were slow and it was difficult to escape for a while.
Zhang Delu did not take action, but smiled, and suddenly put his right hand into his mouth. With a click, he bit off the palm of his right hand. His mouth moved up and down, and there was a creepy chewing sound.
He stretched out his bare, bleeding arm and said with a smile:
"Want to eat together?"
