Just after Huang Zuo chased the female ghost away, three small animals appeared in the yard.
A little fox, a little snake, and a little mouse.
Their eyes sparkled with wisdom. They looked at each other and were about to go back to report the news, but were stopped by two figures: the long-tongued guest and the red-haired mourner.
"You little beast, now that you're here, you want to leave so easily?!"
Although the three elves are not of high moral character and cannot yet transform into human form or even speak human words, they are obviously very brave.
Face the two evil gods without fear:
The eyes of the little fox and the little snake were full of determination. They pushed the little mouse to let him run back to report the news, and then pounced on the mourning gate and the hanging guest respectively.
Even if I can't beat you, I will still scratch you or bite you!
For an opponent of this level, the fierce god Diao Ke didn't even look at him:
As soon as he waved the summoning flag in his hand, the three little animals immediately staggered as if they were drunk and fell to the ground with a plop.
Sangmen laughed and picked up the three elves.
"Although mice are small, they are still meat. Bring them back to you and my brother for drinking tonight!"
On the other side, Huang Zuo, who had completely lost his mind, chased Huang Wulang directly outside the Ice Wolf Valley.
Just as he was about to rush into the valley entrance, he suddenly saw Fan Ju, a master of Zongheng, dressed in ancient costume and smiling, appearing not far ahead.
Huang Wulang, holding Huang Ori'er's soul, stood behind Fan Ju with a charming look on his face.
"The head of the Huang family hasn't seen you for many days. Please come over and sit down for a while and have a drink with me."
Seeing Fan Ju, Huang Zuo, who was so angry that he finally regained his senses.
He knew that everything was a trap and he was already trapped in it.
Taking a deep breath to suppress the panic in his heart, Huang Zuo smiled at Fan Ju.
"The old man is so virtuous and capable, but he dare not drink at the same table with the Prime Minister. You will offend me."
"Sir, please take it easy. I forgot to tell my wife when I came out. If you delay for too long, she will nag you for a long time when you go back."
"Resign first, resign." Huang Zuo said as he backed away slowly, while staring at Fan Ju unblinkingly to prevent him from getting violent and hurting others.
Surprisingly, Fan Ju did not stop him, but instead raised a glass in honor of Huang Zuo.
The strategy of the strategist was unparalleled. When Huang Zuo saw this, he immediately became alert and hurriedly stopped.
Sure enough, waves of mist surged out all around at the same time. In the mist, there were countless Qin warriors crisscrossing each other, forming an eight-door golden lock formation.
Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Huang Zuo could only smile at Fan Ju.
"Isn't it just for a drink? Why did the Prime Minister create such a big battle?"
"Old man, just listen to you. Let the military gentlemen withdraw..."
Seeing that Huang Zuo was so aware of current affairs, Fan Ju laughed.
He didn't get up, he just made a gesture of invitation.
"Huang Wulang, you still haven't poured wine for the head of the Huang family!"
"In some time, after you and Miss Li'er get married, we will all be a family!"
There is something in the words of Fan Ju, a great leader of his generation:
The first is to threaten Huang Zuo not to play any tricks, your granddaughter’s soul is in our hands;
The second is to test and win over.
We are all a family, and one family does not speak the same language.
If you want to survive today, Huang Zuo, you must take a stand and work with me to deal with Hua Jiu Di!
Huang Zuo was never stupid. On the contrary, he was often too smart. He immediately understood what Fan Ju meant.
Although he was angry in his heart, he did not dare to resist openly.
Know your own things:
With Huang Zuo's way of doing things, he would not be Fan Ju's opponent even if he tried his best.
What's more, Oriole is still in the opponent's hands...
He could only tentatively say: "Master Fan, when did Huang Wulang become your disciple?"
"My three girls have no appearance and no virtue, and they are absolutely not worthy of Mr. Huang."
Huang Zuo deliberately used the word "Huang Gongzi" in a very strong way, and his sarcasm was palpable.
The fact that this masculine and non-female thing was "purified" by Chen Daji has long been known to everyone.
Huang Wulang's face was distorted when he heard this, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of his "master", so he could only feel cruel in his heart.
When Huang Ori'er marries him, he must torture her severely!
Fan Ju did not expect that Huang Jiaxian, who had always been "profit-oriented", would dare to refuse his kindness.
But he wasn't angry either, but continued to smile.
"I heard that the most precious prince has gone to the land of the dead."
"The mountains over there are high and the water is far away. If something unexpected happens, I'm afraid the horse fairies and tree gods will be out of reach, right?!"
"Not only you, but even Empress Guanghua and General Yongwu cannot leave the fiefdom without permission."
Huang Zuo was shocked when he heard this.
"You, how do you know that Mr. Xiao went to Liangzhu?!"
"Fan Ju... Prime Minister Fan, the old man kindly reminds you not to act recklessly, otherwise all the practitioners in the Northern Kingdom will be at odds with you!"
