After learning that the reason for Ye Qingluo's drowsiness was caused by Chu Wuxin.
It exploded immediately.
Especially Lao Lie, as soon as he slapped the table, Bai Hua's beard stared: "What? That kid dared to drug you?! You wait, I brought the people from Hell Palace to mess with his Hongqing Pavilion!"
With that said, Lao Lie rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the gate.
Take a few steps.
Feeling something was wrong, he stopped again, turned his head to look at a group of people staring at him, and continued to roll up his sleeves: "You...won't you stop me?"
Everyone shook their heads tacitly.
Even the person involved, Ye Qingluo, shook his head tacitly: "Don't stop, don't stop, Lao Lie, how can we stop what you decide, go, I am optimistic about you."
Lao Lie: "..."
The two sides looked at each other for a few seconds.
Lao Lie slowly put down his sleeves, coughed softly and said, "Forget it, from the way you look, you don't want to seek revenge on that bastard, I don't bother to move my old bones."
With that said, he slowly moved back to his seat.
Zou Mo clicked his lips, raised his eyelids lazily, squinted at Lao Lie, and curled up his thin lips with a slight sneer: "I heard that this hell mansion is a madhouse, a gathering place for a group of madmen, why... madmen Are you also afraid of Chu Wuxin?"
Lao Lie's eyes widened immediately: "I'm afraid? I'm scared! I don't want to embarrass Mrs. Emperor!"
"Oh?" Zou Mo raised his eyebrows, provocatively prolonging the end of his voice.
Lao Lie's face was flushed with anger, he stood up against the table, and then pointed at Ye Qingluo.
"Hongqing Pavilion, Hongqing Pavilion, when you hear the name, you will know that this Hongqing Pavilion was built for the emperor's wife!
You know, this Hongqing Pavilion is a mysterious force that became famous in the upper three realms several years ago! Many years ago!
Chu Wuxin chose such a name for Mrs. Di several years ago, doesn't this mean... Mrs. Di and Chu Wuxin have a good personal relationship!
I ran to trouble Hongqing Pavilion, and when Madam Di came back to trouble me, how wronged I would be! "
Lao Lie's "crackling" is a continuous flow of words.
Without pause at all.
As soon as these words were finished, the atmosphere in the entire hall became calm.
It was silent, so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling to the ground.
The crowd sighed helplessly, and shook their heads in silence for him: "We don't know whether Qing Luo will trouble you, but... what we know is that now, you are in serious trouble."
Lao Lie's back suddenly went cold, and he inexplicably felt a cold chill hit him.
He twisted his neck stiffly.
He met Di Moxuan's eyes as cold as ice.
Lao Lie's mouth twitched, and he was immediately cowardly.
Ye Qingluo naturally felt the low air pressure emanating from the man beside him.
She gave Lao Lie a blank look, then stretched out her small hand, grabbed Di Moxuan's big palm, and said along the hair: "Don't listen to his nonsense, I only knew about the owner of the Hongqing Pavilion at the auction meeting. It's Chu Wuxin."
She paused, and then said: "As for why he called Hongqing Pavilion, I'm not too sure, but..."
Her brows and eyes sank slightly, and her eyes were a little dim: "This time he still chose to stand in the opposite direction from me, and used my trust in him to try to repeat his old tricks on me again. All the trust here has been reset to zero."
It's hard to trust someone.
Little by little, slowly accumulating trust.
It is very likely that because of one incident, it will completely disintegrate.
Just like Chu Wuxin now.