Anyan Jin is already a very eye-catching person, but now there are three pretty women of different ages standing behind him, which has won everyone's attention.
Inadvertently, those who were talking loudly about the flute art gradually stopped and glanced here involuntarily.
It should be noted that although these people came to express their birthday wishes, they were actually Shi Qingxuan!
Shi Qingxuan is a strange woman who is famous all over the world. She is famous for her flute skills. It is said that she has been living a secluded life. Not many people in the world can appreciate her flute music, but no matter who listens to it, they are all in admiration.
It's a pity that no matter how expressive the divine sound of the flute is, no matter how legendary the woman is, they cannot be compared with the "beauty" of the divine sword.
Sitting arbitrarily in the hall, completely ignoring others, and apart from him, the other little beast did the same.
On a dozen or so tables, a group of furry little guys were seen running around. No matter what Wei Zhenzhen said to him as he followed him, he still went his own way, just like his master.
When Shan Wanjing saw such a snow-white little beast, her pretty eyes sparkled. She couldn't help but move forward to tease this extremely flexible and adorable lightning ferret, but she glanced at the person sitting there. , but was unwilling to give in, and reluctantly endured the love in his heart.
"Fill the tea."
Su Su, who was behind her, heard this and was about to extend her hand, but was interrupted arbitrarily: "It's not you, it's her."
Shan Wanjing's pretty eyes widened and she said in disbelief: "You asked me to fill the tea for you?"
Randomly said, "You should!"
"you you……"
Shan Wanjing's face felt cold at first, but when she thought about how this person helped her improve her skills that day, she endured her dissatisfaction and actually picked up the teapot and filled it with tea.
With a "dang" sound, he put it in front of him angrily and said: "Drink you to death! Choke you to death!"
He glanced at her randomly and said calmly: "I have no respect for my elders. I won't argue with you now. I will ask your parents to discipline you later."
Shan Wanjing said angrily: "What are you talking nonsense about? When did you become the elder of this princess? Why should my parents listen to you?"
He raised his glass and sipped it casually, and said casually: "Slowly you will know it, but...it's useless to say more!"
Shan Wanjing frowned slightly and asked: "Please tell me clearly first, what is your relationship with me? Or do you know my father?"
As long as she can remember, Shan Wanjing and her father have rarely seen each other every year, and after she was eight years old, she never saw her father again.
It wasn't until she woke up that day that she learned the identity of her biological father from her mother. It turned out that her father was the "Eighteen Riders of Yanyun" known as the Demon God. The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun that this person mentioned to her mother that day were exactly the same. The "Eighteen Riders of Yanyun" are as devilish as gods.
This person must have known his father, but even his mother couldn't guess who he was. Because of this, Shan Wanjing listened to her mother's words and went to the "Desolate City" Storytelling Library with her token to meet her biological father whom she had not seen for eleven years.
But now that this person was right in front of her, and with these words in her ears, her curiosity became even more intense.
He put down the tea bowl casually and sighed: "You just need to know that I am your elder."
Shan Wanjing curled her lips and said, "You may not be a few years older than me, but you want to pretend to be my elder."
Ranyi said calmly: "You talk too much, shut up!"
Perhaps because he had been alone with Yao Yue for a long time, he also got into this problem. But Shan Wanjing was scolded by him. Although the tone was not very harsh, she was still very angry.
She glared at this man fiercely and thought to herself that if she saw her father, she would definitely sue this man.
For more than ten years, she had resented her biological father deeply, but since she learned that her father was such a great person, all her resentment had disappeared.
She had been feeling a sense of complacency and pride these days. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but raise her head proudly. Under the random and inexplicable gaze, she glanced at him proudly, and then left with her three followers and walked towards the crowd.
Just as the talent left, at this moment, a beautiful girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, who seemed to be in bloom, came next.
Behind her, there were also three followers, but her followers were much more impressive than the girl's three. The three of them were all strong and strong, carrying swords and swords, and their expressions were a bit arrogant and domineering. All three of them looked above their heads, as if everyone was inferior to them.
Four people, beautiful women and handsome men, dressed in bright clothes, very impressive and very proud.
The beautiful girl opened her mouth and said: "You are just doing whatever you want!"
Looking at them randomly, he nodded.
The beautiful girl asked again: "Do you know the secret of 'Yang Gong's Treasure House'?"
Ranyi nodded again. He did know that the 'Yang Gong's Treasure House' was under the Prancing Horse Bridge in Chang'an, and he couldn't remember it wrong at all. It was difficult to remember it wrong.
The beautiful girl looked happy and sneered: "Then why don't you tell me quickly?"
Everyone was stunned. Nine-and-a-half out of ten guests here wanted to know where the 'Yang Gong's Treasure House' was, but these people seemed to be unwilling to ask so directly.
Although they all want to get the secret of the treasure house, they are never willing to share it with others. The same is true, no one asked him just now, so the secret will not be made public.
But now someone is asking, people here don’t want to miss it.
Ranran said with a smile: "Who are you?"
A handsome young man stood up next to the girl and said proudly: "This is my junior sister Shen Wushuang, and my name is Liang Shunming, and my father is Shuofang Liang Shidu."
As soon as the name of Master Liang came out, the guests all paid attention, and the four of them showed amusement and ridicule on their faces, obviously they were proud of the name of Master Liang.
The four of them gradually became a little arrogant!
"What are you doing? Do you know where this place is?"
Among the crowd, an old man with a big sword hanging on his waist, short and fat, with a powerful demeanor and more impressive than the four young people walked out. His scolding not only addressed the four men and women, but also naturally included them arbitrarily.
The old man put his hands behind his back. He glared at the four of them first, then clasped his fists and said calmly: "This matter is my niece's fault. I, Shen Naitang, hope my friend will forgive me."
Saying this, there was no apology on his face. He just turned away and glared again, and said sternly: "Go back."
The old man came as he pleased and left as he pleased. His attitude was more arrogant than that of the four young men, and he seemed to be even more arrogant than the one sitting here.
Randomly was stunned.
He was stunned, and the two pretty maids showed dissatisfaction and displeasure, staring at the five people's backs with bright eyes.
A wisp of finger force rushed out, holding it tightly and wrapping it sharply, and flew away faster than the wind.
But with this finger power that could penetrate mountains and crack rocks, the arrogant girl named Shen Wushuang fell to the ground without even making a sound.
The finger force enters through the skull and exits between the eyebrows. It is more hidden than a hidden weapon and more terrifying than a terrifying one.
"Master...junior sister!"
The spilled blood fell on the faces of several young people, with warmth and a fishy smell.
The four of them stared with wide eyes and turned their heads one after another. Shen Naitang also turned around and looked at the person who had stood up. He said in a very shocked and angry voice: "It's you! It was you who moved the hand. The person you killed!”
He nodded randomly and said, "It's me!"
Then he raised his right hand, popped out an index finger, and scratched away from the three young men.
It is the golden wind that cuts through gold and jade, it is the sharp wind that cuts iron like mud, it is the sharp golden wind that splits water and separates waterways, and splits mountains and disintegrates earth and rocks.
As soon as the finger force came out of the fingertips, it immediately shot through the air and snatched the heads of the three people without them realizing it!
