As soon as Lu Ran sat down, the whole place was in an uproar, and the Giant-Eyed Heavenly Lord was even more angry. The wine glass was still being raised, and he was neither drinking nor putting it down. He was frozen there.
At this time, Xu Fang, who had been sitting opposite Lu Ran and watching the excitement, stood up, raised a glass of wine, and stepped forward to persuade him: "Since I don't want to do it, Junior Brother Jumu has made things difficult for a mortal boy. Come on, have this glass of wine." I’ll drink wine with you, brother, and I wish you a complete success in hosting this [Futu] project.”
The Jumu Tianjun withdrew his gaze and gave Xu Fang a hard look. He also knew that what he did was wrong, so he reluctantly agreed, drank a glass of wine with Xu Fang, and then sat back down depressedly.
But then I remembered how Lu Ran was so arrogant and Xu Fang was so overtly sarcastic. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became and kept rolling my eyes.
Lu Ran didn't even look at him, just focusing on eating and drinking, and occasionally chatting nonsense with Hui Huan and Yang Ya.
After a while, someone else came to toast Lu Ran, but it was the Crown Prince of Lishan, Zhao Huanying, who was sitting above him.
Zhao Huanying was probably a little drunk. She somehow took off half of her shirt, exposing half of her arms. There was a concubine who looked to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, and she couldn't speak clearly. She asked Lu Ran : "You...do you know who I am?"
Lu Ran had always hated this kind of princes and nobles, so he didn't get up this time. He just raised his head and smiled politely: "Who are you? You have to tell me so that I can know."
Zhao Huanying was stunned, probably thinking that there was nothing wrong with what Lu Ran said, so she actually introduced herself: "I, Zhao Huanying, the crown prince of Lishan Kingdom, the future King of Lishan, you will have food and clothing in Lishan, Even the breath you exhale belongs to me and my family."
Lu Ran shrugged, smiled, and asked: "Zhao Huanying... let's call you Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao, let me ask you, does this Grand View also belong to your family? Also, what is the name of the top of Wanshan Mountain?" They dug it away, but you didn't say a word."
Lu Ran's strange name not only made Hui Huan and Yang Ya beside him happy, but even the delicate concubine beside Zhao Huanying couldn't hold back. She covered her face and smiled, revealing two cute pear dimples.
Zhao Huanying was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and slapped the concubine on the face. Her own face turned even redder, and she raised her glass: "Let me toast you, the winner. By the way, I’m reminding you, don’t forget how your victory came about.”
Only then did Lu Ran realize that Zhao Huanying came to offer a toast, but he was actually using the wine to pretend to be crazy and start a fight with himself.
The reason is easy to guess. In the eyes of the losers, the winner must have stepped on them to get to the top. Correspondingly, Lu Ran must have stepped on the corpses of Zhao Huanying's son and those Lishan soldiers before leaving. Get here.
Lu Ran suddenly saw the white-clothed young man named Zhao Yunzhi wearing red immortal armor and holding a snow-piercing spear. It was indeed a pity. That was a beautiful spear, a beautiful marksmanship, and a beautiful person.
Recalling that he asked him "how many petals does a snowflake have?", Lu Ran smiled. Although it was a cruel killing, could it be that it was also a beautiful experience?
Zhao Huanying saw that Lu Ran didn't answer, but she showed a very satisfied, proud and annoying smile.
Is he reminiscing about the scene he saw in the "Eight-faced Treasure Mirror"?
A blood flower seemed to bloom in Zhao Huanying's heart. He pushed away the concubine who was supporting her, restrained his emotions, said "please", and drank gracefully. Drink this toast.
At this time, Lu Ran became serious. No matter what, Zhao Yunzhi's opponent deserved this drink.
"Respect Zhao Yunzhi. Respect the Snow Spear."
Another full drink.
Zhao Huanying saw Lu Ran stood up and became the focus of the audience again, so she poured herself another glass of wine, raised it again, and said: "The second glass is for this mortal Lu Ran. The king would like to ask, this young man, which sect do you study under, which way do you practice, and what kind of treasure do you practice?"
Lu Ran was also magnanimous and did not shy away from anything. He took out "Miss Tree" from his waist and held it in his hand, and replied to Zhao Huanying: "I have never practiced Taoism. I am a person without immortality. However, I have a magic weapon, which is this thing in my hand. The name is 'Miss Tree'."
Everyone in the audience started talking, what kind of strange name is this? Why have I never heard of such a magic weapon?
When everyone started talking, Zhao Huanying immediately seized the opportunity and continued: "Yes, I have been doing a lot of research on immortal treasures. For thousands of years, I have never heard of a magic weapon called a tree. Miss, let me ask you again, Lu Ran, where did you come from, this treasure?"
Lu Ran hesitated for a moment, but still answered the question accurately: "This is... a gift from a friend."
Zhao Huanying looked refreshed and asked: "Oh, which friend is it?"
Only then did Lu Ran realize that he might have fallen into Zhao Huanying's trap, but he still said the name of that "friend".
Qingwu.
As soon as these two words came out, the discussion in the main hall was more than doubled. Even Jumu Tianjun, who had been frustrated before, heard that Zhao Huanying definitely had nothing good to say behind him, and couldn't help but move forward. Got it together.
Sure enough, Zhao Huanying laughed loudly and said to everyone: "Everyone should have seen who Qingwu is that day, and as far as I know, this Qingwu is not just Lu Ran's friend. They come here as brother and sister."
When Qingwu was mentioned, Lu Ran's original etiquette and good temper disappeared instantly, and he asked coldly: "They are brother and sister, so what?"
"They are friends, but they are already punished by death. They are brothers and sisters, and they have to kill three souls."
A high-pitched and excited voice came from the giant-eyed Heavenly Lord behind Zhao Huanying.
Jumu Tianjun already understood Zhao Huanying's plan, and he didn't care about everyone's identity. He took three steps and two steps at a time, and stood behind Zhao Huanying.
"Uncle Zhao, what do you mean?" Lu Ran still looked disdainful.
Zhao Huanying and Jumu Tianjun looked at each other and smiled, made a gesture of invitation, and said in a very serious tone: "Jumu Tianjun, since you are the commander-in-chief of this [Futu], then I invite you Please explain this to Qingwu’s friend.”
Naturally, the Jumu Tianjun couldn't let go of this plan. He waved his big hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then he stared at Lu Ran closely. All the eyes and gazes of the audience were once again focused on Lu Ran.
"What we mean is very obvious and clear, that is you, Lu Ran, you are not qualified to win the [Futu]."
There was another extremely disgusting noise.
People who could only parrot others started to chime in.
Lu Ran stood there in a daze. He was thinking about another thing. He was wondering, after two years of getting along with Qingwu, did Qingwu consider him a "friend"?
Is it there or not?
Some people died, but not completely...
