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These people all had solemn expressions and stiff expressions. They looked like the judges of the Ghost Manor who were seeking death for their lives, Wuchang.

Facing such an aggressive army, Chang Lou naturally had no intentions of avoiding them. Princess Peach Blossom's matter was like a venomous snake biting his reason, causing him to feel extremely agitated. He was unwilling to take a step back.

The staircase was only this wide. The house had to go down to the second floor, and they had to go up to the second floor. Both sides were crowded together, not wanting to make any concessions.

Chang Lou blocked the path of this group of people. If this group of people blocked the path of Chang Lou, then the conflict would naturally break out!

"Make way!" The words of the group of leaders were concise and forceful. They were unwilling to even say "open", let alone "please".

"No!"

Chang Lou asserts that a person who cherishes words like gold should not like to talk nonsense. To a leader who only says one word, his answer is also simple and forceful.

"Die!" The leader continued his style, but this time his tone was like that of a knife in his hand.

The long saber was unsheathed from its scabbard, and it hacked over without hesitation. It was decisive and cruel!

The few customers on the second floor all expressed sufficient concern over the fate of Chang Lou. They wanted to directly chop off the head, or to cut out the heart, or to chop it into two.

In their eyes, Chang Lou was just asking for trouble. To beat up a fat guy and a mouse was like digging a hole and burying yourself.

In their eyes, the already dead Chang Lou extended their hands, using their flesh and blood to meet the cold blade that was like lightning.

"Stop!" A dignified voice rang out from behind him. This voice was rather majestic, and even the drunk Elementary Scholar was startled awake.

"Brother Chang …" "Ugh!" As soon as the Elementary Scholar came to his senses, he saw a blade in his hand. As soon as he let out a cry of surprise, the woman beside him had already covered his mouth.

Books had a hundred ways of life. People who read books and seas all had poor eyesight, but they had sharp eyes. She could see that this person was extraordinary.

"Drawing the saber requires a price!"

The surrounding people's breathing seemed to have stopped. It wasn't because of Chang Lou's words, but because his hand had 'gripped' the broken long blade. There wasn't even a drop of blood on his hand.

With a shake of his palm, a powerful force directly shattered the longblade into powder …

Even the clothes on the leader's arm had turned to dust. The wind blew his skin to the color of wheat.

"For the sake of your master's thin face, I will leave you an arm! Remember, in the future, you must make others give way. You must say, "Please give way." It was a good thing to talk less, but it was not enough to be polite or human. Please step aside, I want to go downstairs! "

Chang Lou politely leaned to the right and said to the indifferent person in front of her.

"Uncle Wu Shan is here, no one is here to give way!"

This person spoke more than the leader, but he was still as tough as before, without any trace of politeness.

"Uncle Wu Shan?" No wonder he was so arrogant! So it turns out that there's a great character behind us! "

Yet, Chang Lou didn't intend to give Uncle Wu Shan any face. Where could such a domineering master be so noble and humble? It wasn't like he hadn't seen such a big official before. When he was young, he had to tug out the prince's beard and stroke his wangfei's chest to remove all her clothes.

"This person is simply courting death!"

"Uncle Wu Shan is a kind and benevolent man. I don't think I will lower myself to the same level as him!"

"It was a loss to be Uncle Wu Shan! Otherwise the dogs on the street will be full again. "

In the eyes of these few customers, the house, which had just gained a sliver of its lofty image, collapsed once more. He was simply arrogant to the point that he could not be more crazy.

"Get out of the way!" The authoritative voice boomed once again. Following the sound of footsteps, Wu Shan Bo appeared in front of the house.

He wore a purple satin robe. It was red, giving Uncle Wu Shan, who looked to be in his thirties, a refreshing look. He was not any weaker than the increasingly decadent young man.

A silver thorny flower bloomed in the middle of his chest, like a silver ball of flame.

"Sir, I'm sorry!" Indeed, Wu Shan Bo was incomparable to those domineering servants. With his demeanor and demeanor, he was able to shake off the few streets full of poor drinkers.

"Uncle, you're too kind!"

Chang Lou didn't seem to be cold. There was nothing wrong with Uncle Wu Shan's words. It was his actions that made them feel like he was pretending. It was just that he didn't act well.

He apologized for the rudeness of his subordinates, but did not say a word about it. In Chang Lou's eyes, this young master had long acquiesced to his actions. This sort of person, he, Chang Lou, disdained pretending to know.

"Good!" "Since mister is in a hurry, I will not keep you any longer. Please, mister!"

Uncle Wu Shan extended his hand and made a gesture of "please".

"Uncle got it wrong, now I want to drink two cups by myself again!"

Logically speaking, with Chang Lou's personality, he should be facing the Count on his butt and heading downstairs instead of provoking him.

Just now, he had noticed a small detail. When the Count was speaking to him, he had inadvertently glanced at the Elementary Scholar and his woman, which aroused his curiosity.

"Then please do as you please, sir!" With that, Wu Shan went upstairs, his stomach full of fire. No matter what, Uncle Wushan was a gift from His Majesty. It was his charity and not his cowardice to be nice to an outsider with some ability!

He found an empty wine table and called for the waiter. He brought out half a pound of a knife and started drinking with the small cup in his hand.

"That's right!" "Good wine!"

As the two cups of strong liquor entered his stomach, a burning sensation spread from his mouth into his throat and into his internal organs. Finally, it spread to his limbs and bones and gave him an indescribable feeling of comfort.

"Little friend, are you in the midst of bringing me home?"

After reaching the second floor, Wu Shan didn't go to the upper level of the room, but rather sat down in front of the Elementary Scholar's desk.

Faced with the question from this important figure, the Elementary Scholar who was half-drunk had his head lowered with the support of the girl as he answered with fear, "Yes."

Wu Shan sat down and looked at the nervous Elementary Scholar. He smiled and continued, "Don't be nervous, I was chasing after your 'Universe Sutra'. This book is not as good as the 'Immortal Execution' manual, which can be described as a travelling martial arts book! My daughter is deeply in love with her young master's talent! "

As soon as the words left his mouth, everyone in the restaurant was taken aback. When they heard that the Young Master had arrived, all the customers began to envy and hate the Elementary Scholar.

The Young Master appreciated that the Miss wanted to become a dragon and ascend to the peak of life!

"In the countryside …" The woman beside him, who was holding onto the Elementary Scholar, had tears in her eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she was also unwilling to part with him. She did not know what she should do.

The Elementary Scholar raised his head, his thin face quivering. He unwaveringly and slowly opened his mouth and spoke the words that determined his honor and love.