C6 Why Did He Have to Make Things Difficult for Himself

After sitting in the backyard for a while, Jiu Feng shook his head and got up, ready to go back.

A strange sound came from the wall outside. Lian Hua waved her hand and Shadow Guard, who was in the shadows, quietly went over there. Jiu Feng also stopped and looked over.

After a few sounds of swords and sabers, there was no sound.

"Master, it's someone from the Iron Lion Hall. " A guard grabbed two men in black and pulled their collars apart, showing Jiu Feng the imprints exclusive to the Iron Lion Hall on their necks.

"Kill them all. We'll have some snacks tonight. Don't disturb the guests in front of us. " A trace of gloominess emerged in Jiu Feng's eyes as he ordered.

The guard answered and dragged the two of them away.

"Lian Hua. Keep an eye on them tonight. " Jiu Feng was still worried. He said to Lian Hua again, and then asked Xun Shan to help him to the front hall.

Mo Hemo stood at the back door and heard Jiu Feng's order just now. "Do you need to. . . "

"The Phoenix Pavilion is not a place that the Iron Lion Hall can afford to offend. " Jiu Feng interrupted him and changed the topic, "Sect Lord Mo is not in front of the guests?"

"I want to see how drunk you are. " Mo Hemo did not hesitate and followed what Jiu Feng said. He took a step forward and supported Jiu Feng's arm.

"Sect Lord Mo, I'll do it. " Xun Shan had just understood his master's worries and hurriedly refused.

Mo Hemo ignored her and pulled Jiu Feng's shoulder to pull him over.

"Mo Hemo, you. . . " Jiu Feng wanted to pull his hand out but he really could not use force. He looked at Mo Hemo impatiently. "Let go. "

Mo Hemo obediently let go. Jiu Feng lost his balance and fell down, then fell back into Mo Hemo's arms. "I'm only supporting you. There are so many people in your territory. What can I do to you?"

Jiu Feng was speechless, but it made sense when he thought about it. Since you love to be a crutch, then why should I be so lovable? He supported Mo Hemo's raised arm with one hand and used ten percent of his strength to hang half of the person on his body. He walked towards the front hall.

Xun Shan felt helpless behind him. When Mo Hemo pulled Jiu Feng over just now, he glanced at Xun Shan with a calm gaze. It wasn't a domineering and imposing manner, it just made people feel scared. Looking at the backs of the two men, Xun Shan understood why his master was worried.

This drinking session lasted until midnight. There were quite a number of guests who were a few days away from the restaurant. Only then did Jiu Feng react. Mo Hemo had already invited them over, and the restaurant they were receiving was actually the last notice. Thus, under the request of the Yunyang Sect, the restaurant reserved guests for the first time in the night.

"Mo Hemo. " Jiu Feng pushed the person beside him. Mo Hemo was slightly drunk, and his dark eyes were covered with a thin layer of fog. He was a little unfocused, and he lacked a lot of dignity and dominance. He was very good-looking, and he had an evil aura about him. However, he didn't have the scent of a woman.

"Let me help you back to your room. "

Everyone in the room was basically ready to get up and go back to their rooms. Everyone liked the reception at the Phoenix Brothel. Good wine, good dishes, and a great beauty. What kind of place is the Wind Pavilion? The beauties here. Not only their faces and figures, but also their kungfu is the best. They are all people who walk the Pugilistic World in a free and unrestrained manner. With a beauty in his arms, there was no need for him to think about what he wanted to do.

Mo Hemo pinched the space between his brows, closed his eyes, and woke up from his drunken stupor. Only then did he help Jiu Feng up.

Jiu Feng stood up and chuckled. He threw Mo Hemo's hand away and grabbed Xun Shan, who was beside him. Half of his body leaned over, and his lips unconsciously slid across Xun Shan's face, causing it to turn red. He was supposed to ask someone to help him up, but he did it so casually and lewdly that it was especially pleasing to the eyes.

Logically speaking, there should be cheers, but they had all noticed Mo Hemo's expression. They just acted as if they could not see the two of them and went to do what they should do with the beauty in their arms.

Jiu Feng was clearly hostile towards them. He wrapped his arm around Xun Shan's waist and smiled at Mo Hemo, "Sect Lord Mo, the best room is upstairs, and the most beautiful young master in the restaurant is waiting for you. A good night is short, you must cherish it. I won't delay you any longer with the help of this little beauty. "

Mo Hemo looked at his actions. For a moment, his facial expression turned gloomy. Then, he returned to his usual calm and cold expression.

"Jiu Feng, don't wear down my patience. "

It was very threatening. One sentence, but Jiu Feng didn't care. What Mo Hemo said was right. This was the Wind Pavilion. In his own territory, he really couldn't do anything to him.

"I don't understand Sect Lord Mo's words. "

The flames of war between the two of them didn't burn up. Mo Hemo flicked his sleeve and left. Yize followed closely behind.

At the door, Lian Hua was guarding. Her cold eyes stared at the two of them as they left. Yize looked back a few times. Under the moonlight, that cold person was like a white lotus that could not be touched.

Lian Hua pushed the door open and entered, nodding at Jiu Feng.

Jiu Feng let out a long breath and finally sent this God of Plagues away. If he really sent her back to her room, she would definitely be innocent. At the same time, he hated himself. He did not know how to appreciate favors, and he broke the bridge after crossing the river. Why did he. . . Scold himself so bitterly? Jiu Feng facepalmed. It wasn't easy at all.

After spending a peaceful night, he eliminated the moans that came from a certain room in the middle of the night. Jiu Feng's heart ached for his girls. These people. . . Even more regretful that they didn't make the room soundproofing better. He couldn't sleep.

After sending off the bosses the next day, Jiu Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief and went upstairs to sleep. Mo Hemo didn't even show his face when he saw off the guests in the morning. He only sent Yize over.

If not for young master Jiu Feng's carefree life, Jiu Feng would have forgotten about him when Mo Hemo didn't come for a few days. Just like before, he lived his own life leisurely. He had nothing to do, so he counted the money and flirted with the pretty girls.

In the afternoon, he sat in the yard and drank tea. He moved a rocking chair over and laid down.

The sun was warm. It was so warm that it made people faint. The front floor was already bustling with noise and excitement. Jiu Feng fell asleep comfortably. Suddenly, his vision went dark, and the strong smell of alcohol came over. He frowned and opened his eyes. What entered his eyes was a handsome face, eyebrows, and corners of his eyes. He looked elegant and dignified. A few strands of hair fell down, and he looked at Jiu Feng with a smile.

"It looks like this is the first time Young Master has come here. Did you go to the wrong place?" Jiu Feng said with a smile.

The man looked at him and said, "How do you know who you are?" The strong smell of alcohol made it difficult for him to speak clearly. This person was extremely drunk.

"The owner of this place. " Jiu Feng found this person a little funny. He didn't care that this person had come to the backyard without permission. He stood up and poured a cup of tea for this person.

The man raised his hand to receive it. His body trembled, and he lost his balance. He threw himself on Jiu Feng's body, and the teacup fell to the ground. "Yi Er, I miss you so much. . . Little Yi. . . " he muttered. His voice became softer and softer, and his body became heavier and heavier. His entire body was pressing down on Jiu Feng's body.

When Jiu Feng heard this person call him so pitifully, he kindly patted his shoulder. However, the strong smell of alcohol made him frown, and he took two steps back. The man lost his support and fell to the ground.

He made such a graceful young master fall to the ground. Jiu Feng did not blame himself at all. He brushed his clothes. He then lowered his head and looked at the man. He was really drunk. He rolled over on the ground, and his handsome face was covered with dirt. He looked like he was in a sorry state.

Jiu Feng still had some conscience. He snapped his fingers in the air and said, "Send this person to the front floor to rest. "

A man in black appeared in the courtyard and grabbed the man's arm to send him to the front building.

Thinking about the man's extraordinary clothing and temperament, Jiu Feng was somewhat curious about this person's identity.