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Chapter 220 The Holy Son Is Nothing Great
Leng Qiu looked over and saw that the person who spoke just now was wearing a gray robe and had a three-point beard on his face, which looked like a mouse whisker.

Thief eyebrows and mouse eyes, sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, he doesn't look like a good person at first glance.

Probably mixed with drinking!
"Bao inquire, the wine is here, hurry up! If we are satisfied, there is enough wine control. If you are not satisfied, you can wait to be thrown out!"

The one who spoke was a majestic man, wearing black armor, grabbing the flagon with his big furry hands, and roaring like a bull with big eyes.

The thick voice attracted many people's attention.

For Leng Qiu's place, two dishes of side dishes, one catty of flower carvings, were served first, and he ate them on his own.

"It's a pity, there is no red color and no spicy taste, otherwise the taste will be perfect!"

Every time I eat, I always think of chili peppers. I don’t know if I will forget the spicy taste in a few years!

"Hehehe, I will never let you down! You know that Leng Qiu destroyed Luofengling, right? But you know that Yin Tianchou still has a son, where is he now?"

The first sentence touched the hearts of many people.

Even though more than a month has passed, the fall of Fengling in Lengqiu is still the hottest topic.

Taking it out at this moment can still attract the attention of all warriors.

Even Leng Qiu couldn't help stopping the chopsticks in his hand, and his eyes fell on Bao Inquiry.

"Quickly tell me, where is he? How dare he take revenge? What does it have to do with the Snow Mountain Sect?"

The stout man couldn't bear it and asked a series of questions.

However, Bao Dawen didn't say anything, and his eyes pointed to Baihuaniang.

Helpless, I gave him a sip, not knowing whether to accompany him or not.

"Haha, then I'll tell you, Yin Tianchou not only has a son, but his son Yin Huan is also a core disciple of the Lieyang Sect, stronger than his father."

"This is not the key point, the key point is that he actually asked the suzerain of the Snow Mountain Sect to marry them! Do you know?"

There was no beginning or end to Bao's inquiries, but many people thought of the Snow Mountain Sect woman sensitively.

You Leng Qiu pinched his fingers together and frowned slightly.

He admits that Huang Wuyou is indeed beautiful, and her temperament like an iceberg goddess can most arouse a man's desire to conquer.

I don't know how many people will covet it.

But, he didn't expect that Yintian Chou's son was going to take revenge like this!
"Fuck, don't be a fool, let me drink enough, tell me who the other party is?"

With a look of urgency on his face, the majestic man put the jug in front of him with his big hand and roared loudly.

Bao asked Meimei to take a big gulp, wiped the wine stains from the corner of her mouth with her left hand, held the jug with her right hand, and said with bright eyes:
"You don't know, don't you? Let me tell you, Huang Wuyou! The Royal Princess of the Great Qin Empire, Huang Wuyou! She is beautiful and beautiful, and the most important thing is her temperament, the iceberg beauty!"

"Zi Liu..."

Halfway through the talk, a gulp of wine was poured into his stomach.

"You don't know how many core disciples and elders in the Snow Mountain Sect pay attention to her. Now that someone wants to get married, naturally they don't agree. Therefore, the Snow Mountain Sect puts down the ring, and within half a year, they will be elected as the emperor worry-free Husband-in-law!"

The voice of Bao inquiring echoed in the lobby on the first floor, attracting everyone's attention.

"I know Huang Wuyou. She is beautiful. When I see her, I want to be under him. It's a pity, I can only look at it and think about it!"

"Hush! Keep your voice down, but anyone who covets her has surpassed the third level of the Eighth Palace Realm! Their strength is low, and they can't even mention their names. If you don't want to die, don't talk nonsense!"

"Keep your voice down, Huang Wuyou is Leng Qiu's fiancée, someone wants to take revenge on Leng Qiu and cuckold him. Don't participate, or you won't even know how to die!"

"I'm afraid Leng Qiu is going to be doomed now. I heard that there is a son of God who likes Huang Wuyou and calls her to make a stove. If Leng Qiu appears, he will be the first to be killed!"

All kinds of gossip spread into Leng Qiu's ears.

He didn't expect that Yintian Chou's son would use Huang Wuyou to stir up a storm.

What a half-year agreement, just wanting him to appear, setting up an endless ambush.

Leng Qiu is not afraid of this, but just doesn't want to be lured out by their tricks.

In half a year, there are too many things that can be done.

"Your news is outdated. A holy son came to the Snow Mountain Sect, saying that it was the woman of his previous life, and wanted to take her away. It's just that Huang Wuyou didn't like it. But I also said that no one should approach her, or she will be killed!"

A crisp voice came from a table not far away, as if they understood what happened very well.

"Girl, this is the next thing I want to talk about. I didn't expect you to preempt me. Then I'll tell you, the son of God is Sheng Wuji from the third-tier sect of Qingxia Mountain, and the son of God is Sikong Huan from the second-tier sect Zhaxing Pavilion! It is said that they are all at the Eighth Palace Realm, but their combat power is comparable to that at the Four Polarized Dragon Realm!"

When Bao inquired about being robbed, he was very upset, with a contemptuous expression on his face, he said ostentatiously.

The crisp voice, full of disdain for the son of God, coldly reprimanded:

"Tch, Sheng Wuji, what a piece of rubbish! Also, I'm not a girl, one more thing, I'll kill you!"

In an instant, all eyes in the hall were on him.

Those who dare not to put the Son of God in their eyes must be a strong man, but those who dare not speak wild words will be killed.

Leng Qiu picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and there was a fighting spirit in his eyes.

No matter the Son of God or the Son of God, if he dares to covet Huang Wuyou, he must bear his wrath!There is no second way!
Eyelids slightly wrinkled, said lightly:
"The Holy Son is nothing special, he will be taught a lesson!"

In a word, the eyes of the people in the entire hall were all on him.

There's a crazy guy over there, and he's even crazier!

People felt that today's meal in the restaurant was not in vain, something big was about to happen!

"Yo, what a bold tone! I dare not speak ill of the Holy Son, but you dare! Come, come, let me toast you!"

Just as people were watching Leng Qiu, the crisp voice sounded again.

Immediately afterwards, an emerald green wine glass flew towards Leng Qiu with an endless gust of wind.

The speed was so fast that when passing by people, the hair was all cut off by the strong wind, and there was a dull pain in the neck.

If you go at them, the dead can't die anymore.

Seeing the wine glass in front of Leng Qiu, he seemed to be able to see that when his head almost exploded, he was firmly grasped by a big hand, put it on the table, and said coldly:

"Hmph, kids, how can you imitate grown-ups to drink? Confiscated!"

The relaxed posture made everyone's eyes widen.

In their hearts, either the wine glass was shattered, or Leng Qiu was severely beaten.

Never thought it would be so easy.

"There are two times, no wonder you look down on the Holy Son, come out and fight with me!"

The crisp voice saw him catch the wine glass, regardless of the young man's eyes floating out of his body.

People only saw that he was wearing a black robe and holding a guqin in his hand, about 1.5 meters long.

But a face is absolutely beautiful, especially the eyes, as if they can speak, staring at Leng Qiu, radiating endless anger.

"What a nimble skill, the speed surpasses the Eighth Palace Realm!"

Someone secretly evaluated his combat effectiveness.

(End of this chapter)