Luo Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat and she stood up. She didn't know why, but just now a strong uneasiness surged in her heart.
This uneasiness came so suddenly, and she couldn't figure out where it came from. This tangled feeling made her uncomfortable!
Luo Xiaoman frowned slightly and his eyes trembled, could something happen to Yuan? She and Mo Yuan have a good understanding, and if something happens to Mo Yuan, there will be such uneasiness.
However, Yuan has big brother and the others taking care of him, so there shouldn't be any problems, right
She squatted down and covered her heart. She wanted to go back to Qinhuaicheng to check and confirm Yuan's condition!
"Xiaoman, what's wrong with you?" Kunlun couldn't help but asked suspiciously when he saw Luo Xiaoman's expression was different.
"Nothing." Luo Xiaoman shook his head, then took the wine from the side and smiled slightly. "Today, I must have a good drink."
"Yes! Have a good drink!" Zhi Wu agreed, took a bottle of wine from the side, raised his head and drank it.
"Zhi Wu, you drank too much." Hu Yanxiu frowned and said coldly: "Alcohol can paralyze a person's alertness."
"Hey, don't worry." Zhi Wu waved his hand and said drunkenly: "You can't get me drunk with just this amount of wine."
Plop!
As soon as he finished saying this, he fainted.
The corner of Hu Yanxiu's mouth twitched. This guy was really funny. He thought he was the god of wine and couldn't get drunk, but he was instantly slapped in the face.
He stared at Zhi Wu for a while, without thinking much, raised his hand, took out a cloak and covered Zhi Wu's body.
"I'm not drunk!" Zhi Wu smacked his lips and kept mumbling randomly. Even when he was drunk, he was still trying to be strong.
"Humph, idiot!" Hu Yanxiu shook his head and took a sip of wine.
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At this time, Yan Yang was in the study room, meeting an important person.
He lowered his hands and lowered his head slightly, showing great respect to the person in front of him.
"How are Luo Xiaoman and the others now?" The speaker was wearing a blue crane cloak, exuding a fierce power, giving Yan Yang an invisible sense of oppression.
"Come back to your right, they are drinking heavily. They all look almost drunk."
"drunk?"
The speaker turned around, and that handsome face and gloomy eyes were clearly the left and right arm of Lord Qing Cang, Xuan Youlin.
After his brother Xuan Wulin died, the matter of contacting Yan Yang fell on him.
"Are they not worried at all about the ten-sect competition tomorrow?" Xuan Youlin frowned and looked suspicious. This did not seem to be like Luo Xiaoman's style.
Of course, either she was too confident and thought that no one in the ten sects could compete with Luo Xuanzong.
"Lord Right Envoy, Luo Xiaoman seems to have had a conflict with Qianyuan Sect and Jinguang Sect today, but the strange thing is that they later shook hands and made peace!" Yan Yang raised his eyes slightly and told the truth about the situation at that time.
Hearing this, Xuan Youlin fell into silence, completely incomprehensible to Luo Xiaoman's series of actions.
Based on his understanding of Luo Xiaoman, she should not shake hands with the two sects and make peace, but hit them with a hammer.
Did she have ulterior motives for doing this
Xuan Youlin frowned and felt secretly in his heart. This guy acted as he pleased and had no rules. It was almost impossible to figure out her thoughts.
He had to beware of the murderous intention behind Luo Xiaoman's smiling face.
(End of chapter)