Rebirth of the Supreme Evil Emperor

Seeing Ye Qing being isolated by the crowd, Chu Yiran anxiously tugged at Ye Yanran and gave her a look before stepping down.

However, Ye Yanran was obviously not going to change her mind.

Ye Yanran understood that although Ye Qing was isolated by the crowd and she couldn't bear to see him act in such a way, if she were to go back on her words this time, it would be offending Lin Xi and Yang Haitao, making it difficult for her to be friends in the future.

Since this was the case, only the two evils could choose the lighter party and throw Ye Qing into the air.

Ye Qing was stunned. He looked at Ye Yanran's determined look and secretly shook his head.

'Forget it. Since she is unwilling to leave, why should I worry about her? Anyway, to me, she's still just a passerby. '

He sighed in his heart. When Ye Qing was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly felt a killing intent approaching the Full Moon Hall that he was in.

He stopped and suddenly understood something. He looked at the crowd who were still mocking him with a smile that was not a smile.

'Really fast. Then I'll see how you brats can survive tonight's tribulation.

On the other side.

When the fat middle-aged man was beaten up by Zhang De Quan and returned to Drunken Moon Hall full of anger, two big men holding heavy iron rods at the door saw his swollen face and couldn't help but shout out in alarm:

"Sect Leader Wang, what happened to you?"

The middle-aged man didn't answer and simply kicked open the door to the Drunken Moon Hall.

Compared to the Full Moon Hall, Drunken Moon Hall was the best place in the entire Drunken Moon Tower. The interior was very spacious and the decorations were luxurious to the extreme.

Whether it was the expensive bearskin carpet, the tiger skin cushion, or the cups, bowls, spoons, and chopsticks made out of pure white jade, everywhere had the atmosphere of a sudden wealth in the martial arts world.

Especially the long, soft seats on both sides of the hall, which were crowded with women. They were all dressed in revealing clothes and looked quite charming. Their beauty was much higher than that of the maids on the first floor; it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were gorgeous.

In the middle of the room sat a man wearing a loose training uniform of two colors, black and white.

Behind him was a row of well-dressed men with sabers. Each of them had a dignified look on their face. It was obvious that they were vicious people who had several lives on their hands.

This man dressed in black and white garb was sitting there grandly with many big men guarding him behind him. Each of them was accompanied by a beautiful lady on their left and right. All of them were looking down at the performance of Huang Wenji.

There were two beauties, one was a thirty year old beauties, and the other was extremely enchanting. She was the Sis Jing who had gone to toast Yang Haitao.

The other was younger. He wore a snow-white robe with a loose belt that revealed his tender white skin. There was a faint makeup on his face. He was the most beautiful girl in the entire Drunken Moon Hall.

As he ate the melon seeds that Sister Jing had peeled, he placed his hand on the white woman's thigh and touched her cold and smooth thigh.

The woman in white was disgusted inside, but she didn't dare to move her legs away. She even had to smile along with him, occasionally acting cute and making the man in black and white exercise clothes happy.

This was because she knew how terrifying this man's methods were to deal with disobedient people.

Bang!

Hearing the fat middle-aged man kick the door in, he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Sect Leader Wang, what kind of play are you singing about?"

"Unlucky!" I just passed by the lobby on the first floor and found a woman in the hallway. Her clothes are similar to your sleeping geisha, and she looks pretty coquettish. "

The middle-aged man called Clan Head Wang sat on a large, tiger-skinned chair to the side and poured himself a bowl of wine.