Although he wanted to fight again, under the influence of alcohol, Zhu Fengyin suddenly felt that the world was spinning. Finally, he let out a light ugh in his throat, swayed twice and then fell down on the table. It was obviously impossible.
Mu Yun couldn't help but smile when he saw this, but Yan Ting couldn't hide her annoyance and said: "Damn Xiaomu, are you satisfied now?"
Mu Yun smiled slightly, looked Yan Ting up and down with his drunken eyes, and said sincerely in admiration: "Ting'er, you are so beautiful."
Yan Ting was startled when she heard this, and then her face turned red with embarrassment. She lowered her head and snorted: "Damn Xiaomu, don't talk nonsense to me here. What... Ting'er, call me Sister Ting."
Mu Yun smiled and said: "The little girl is pretending to be a big-tailed wolf, and she even became the 'leader' of the alliance in a serious manner. Ha... tell me honestly, do you want to rob the rich again when you come to Pingliang?" Poverty relief business?"
Yan Ting gave Mu Yun a roll of her eyes and said angrily: "It's none of your business, huh... I won't join the gang no matter what, so don't pry around."
Mu Yun glanced around, then suddenly came closer, grabbed Yan Ting's waist, and then chuckled: "Are you from the God of Cooking?"
Yan Ting did not expect that Mu Yun would dare to be so presumptuous. She was horrified and embarrassed. While struggling, she scolded: "Damn Xiao Mu, let me go! You... damn thief!"
Mu Yun was excited when he heard this, thinking that he was indeed a bit wild. But at this time, the drunkenness was rising, and he simply smiled and said: "If you die, the adulterer will die. Anyway, all the members of the Four Heroes Alliance were drunk by me. Now that you are alone, why don't you just let me control you?" Haha...should I explain it or not?"
Yan Tingfang was heartbroken, and her timid body could not muster any strength at all. She could only lower her head and said in a serious voice: "So what, Liang Fukuan is an iron cock who never pulls out his hair, so it is natural for him to 'show kindness'. "
Mu Yun couldn't help but exclaimed: "You are wrong this time. The God of Cooking just donated 200,000 taels of silver to the victims of the Shu disaster. How can you say that it was nothing? Besides, taking by force is not the right way. You It’s better for a girl to wash her hands in a golden basin as soon as possible.”
Yan Ting was completely surprised, her eyes widened and she said: "What?! Liang Fukuan actually donated 200,000 taels of silver to the victims? Xiaomu, where did you hear this? This is nonsense. "
Mu Yun knew in his heart that Xiaolei wouldn't lie, so he said firmly: "Anyway, it's true. In addition, Miss Liang is my friend. You just think it's my superficiality, so you can show your favor this time, okay?"
Yan Ting hesitated secretly, and couldn't help but frown and said softly: "Damn Xiaomu, where did you get so many...friends? Anyway, this heroine never believed that Liang Fukuan was so generous, most likely he was engaging in a fraudulent donation trick , to deceive fools like you who get dizzy after being given a little sweetness."
Mu Yun smiled bitterly after hearing this, but Yan Ting squinted at him and said, "Xiao Mu, don't be unconvinced. Xiao Zhu just checked the prefect's account the night before yesterday, and there were many people who underpaid or even made fraudulent donations. But your grandfather Mr. Xing is really kind-hearted and actually donated 300,000 taels of silver."
Mu Yun felt an inexplicable sense of pride in his heart, and then he said sternly: "Master Cooking God may not be what you think. Maybe he just wants to be a blockbuster."
Yan Ting hesitated for a moment, then hummed softly: "Okay, at worst, let Xiaozhu run again tonight."
"If Liang Fukuan is really kind this time, I will let him go."
Mu Yun looked at Yan Ting's charming look, wanting to refuse but still welcoming her. He immediately felt his heart trembling. He simply came closer and closer, and said with satisfaction: "That's what you're talking about, um... give it to me..."
Yan Ting instinctively felt frightened, and just as she was about to scold him, Mu Yun continued: "... Dier, don't think that I can't remember you when I'm drunk. Where are you hiding?"
When Yan Ting saw that Mu Yun was about to search it roughly, she was so frightened that she lost her mind and hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "Don't! Wait until I take it out to you."
After saying that, she took out the "Yijin" piccolo from her sleeve and handed it to Mu Yun. Mu Yun took it and carefully wrapped it in his bag, and then drank the remaining wine with unfulfilled interest.
Yan Ting's face turned red and white, and she said cautiously: "Can you...let me go first?"
Mu Yun ignored him and drank a few more drinks before he said slowly: "I'm full of wine and food. Thank you for your hospitality. I said Ting'er, can you call me brother again?"
Yan Ting couldn't help but her cheeks turned red, but when she saw Mu Yun's drunken eyes and hazy eyes, there was still a hint of "choosing people to eat", she felt a sense of inexplicable shame in her heart, and after a long while, she finally said in a low voice: "Mu Yun... elder brother."
Mu Yun let out a satisfied sigh before letting go of Yan Ting's slender waist. Although Yan Ting breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly became very angry. She really wanted to rush over and bite Mu Yun hard.
Mu Yun's face was also flushed and his ears were hot. He barely suppressed the sweetness in his heart, and then he said harmoniously: "Then I'll take my leave first. Remember to order some sobering soup later and give everyone a bowl. Alas... you... It’s time for this girl to learn to take care of others.”
Yan Ting was filled with embarrassment and couldn't help but spat: "What a bastard, why are you nagging me? Get out of here, I don't want to see you again."
Mu Yun was disliked again, and suddenly felt confused whether to laugh or cry. As he strolled downstairs, he felt puzzled again. Speaking of which, titles such as "dead thief, greedy man, stingy man, drunkard, and gossip" are more or less standard, but "obstructing the owner's goods" is a weird name, but I really don't know.
Yu Bingru and three other people came to the sword-making hall all the way, and saw Tong Shangzhi and Yu Miaohe leading Du Zetao and Hou Kui out of the gate, with Feng Bo following behind to see them off.
Pang Zijian was so anxious that he hurried forward and said quickly: "I have seen these two uncles, is Sister Xing back?"
Tong Shangzhi and Yu Miaohe haven't answered yet, but Hou Kui can't help but flinch. He has gauze wrapped around his face and one eye is completely covered. It seems that he is really seriously injured.
Seeing Pang Zijian's anxious expression, Yu Miaohe felt secretly puzzled. He hesitated and said, "My niece may have been wronged by the two nephews and was so angry that she refused to go home. Fortunately, Mr. Xing was magnanimous..."
Pang Zijian's expression became more and more tragic, and he said in a trembling voice: "Uncle Rong Bing, I heard what Miss Yu said before, I'm afraid Sister Xing had an accident."
Yu Bingru walked forward without saying a word, took out the piece of skirt and handed it over with both hands. Tong Shangzhi and Yu Miaohe immediately looked at each other, but Du Zetao and Hou Kui looked at each other and were speechless for a moment.
Yu Miaohe rolled his eyes and said coldly: "Master Nephew Du, Master Nephew Hou, what is going on?"
Du Zetao and Hou Kui each paused and said in unison: "Uncle Mingjian, it's not us."
Yu Miaohe was angry and was about to scold him again, but Pang Zijian already said quickly: "Two junior uncles, there is no need to doubt Junior Brother Du and Junior Brother Hou. I know this matter well. Let's go in and see Mr. Xing first."
