Many people present have seen the former Young Master Yin.
Now seeing this man who looks 80% like Young Master Yin, everyone can't help but think of the name Emperor Jiuyin.
They looked at the man quietly. He had thin lips, white hair gently tied up, and cold red eyes, like snow that had frozen a thousand miles. But he didn't look like he kept away from strangers, but rather a kind of indifference that said, "This lowly ant is still alive."
But Liu Xichuan didn't know how to restrain himself. There was a hint of viciousness and cunning in his eyes: "According to the report from the spies, the woman named Jiang Niannian has returned. My dear, you don't know that Jiang Niannian is the only weak spot of the Emperor Jiuyin. As long as we catch her..."
"Oh? Spy?" The man in red interrupted him: "How come I don't know if there are any spies around Emperor Jiuyin?"
"Oh, I can tell you're ignorant..." Liu Xichuan raised his head and met Yin Buqi's eyes, the smile on his lips froze.
Those red pupils were bottomless, filled with chilling indifference and contempt.
This pair of eyes coincided with the eyes of Yin Buqi that he had seen before. He suddenly realized something and turned around to run, but found that his whole body seemed to be tied up and he could not move.
"You, what do you want to do..."
Behind him, Yin Buqi's voice sounded again: "Who is the spy?"
The voice was plain, but somehow it made people feel full of sarcasm and disdain.
Liu Xichuan felt a chill run down his spine and didn't want to speak, but a sharp pain struck his heart, as if a strong lightning was churning through his internal organs.
Liu Xichuan couldn't help but open his mouth, his voice hoarse: "It's Chi."
Yin Buqi raised his eyebrows slightly. Chi was an inconspicuous ghost messenger in the Hall of Mihun. He was always low-key and timid. Unexpectedly, he became Liu Xichuan's lackey.
His red eyes narrowed slightly, and his bony hands clenched into fists carelessly.
A sharp and piercing cry was heard, and Liu Xichuan was set on fire by a strange red flame and burned to ashes.
This commotion suddenly alarmed the diners around, and someone suddenly asked, "Ah! ... Is that the city lord?"
Everyone looked up at Jiang Niannian who was eating upstairs: "Huh? The city lord is here too? The city lord is back?... Can someone rub my eyes? Am I blind..."
"You are not blind, I see it too."
Someone screamed: "Ah! It's really the city lord!!"
The excessive noise attracted more and more attention.
Jiang Niannian was putting a piece of osmanthus sauce chicken into her mouth when she suddenly felt the gazes coming from all directions. Her heart skipped a beat and she felt a little uncomfortable.
Yin Buqi frowned, as if he was in late winter, with fine rain falling and bone-chilling damp fog floating all around.
Everyone felt as if there was frost in their blood. He said calmly, "It's all gone."
The sound was not loud, but it startled everyone.
A cold gaze swept over and everyone felt the hairs on their bodies stand up.
Chills down my spine!
They didn't dare to look any longer and dispersed.
The next second, Yin Buqi walked lightly to Jiang Niannian's side, looking at her impatient expression, with deep doting and tenderness in his eyes.
With a wave of his sleeves, he created a barrier around him.