Tongliuhou Mansion.

"Young Master, Shao Chenghua is dead."

The visitor took off his hat and showed his face.

It is Liu Zhi from the general room of the character "Hai".

Since the last time the Black Dragon Demon has been back to Qin Mingliu. As long as you don’t touch the layout of the things in the tomb, Liu Zhizhi will speak.

Qin Mingliu lay lazily on the chair. After hearing the causes and consequences of Shao Chenghua, he was able to correct his body.

"How can an ordinary person who is not a good person kill Shao Chenghua?"

He said lazy, "You mentioned it to me before, and I asked someone to check it out."

Qingqing's innocent life experience is purely due to Song Changchun's fingertips. You must know that if that thing falls into the city, it will inevitably lead to a fight among the people."

Others don’t know it, but Qin Mingliu knows it.

The ring finger is beneficial to nourish the qi as long as it is not a cultivator who has purchased the three levels of the cultivator.

It's a complete treasure.

It is impossible to say that Song Changchun valued Chen Jiang more.

But for the closed disciple of the Bimiao Mountain Taoist Head, it is indeed just an ordinary thing.

"There are many wars in front of Wuri City, so let him work harder.

Anyway, it will only take a few years to make the best use of others."

Qin Mingliu stretched.

If you want to bring your second brother down as the prince, you can't rely on a short-lived ghost.

...

Jia Huo led Chen Jiang to the Demon Suppression Academy.

As we walked, we arrived at Zangchun Tower.

"Hey, I said at the beginning, Brother Chen, you are not an ordinary person!

What, now that ten years have really broken, hahahahaha..."

It seems that I have received feedback from heaven and earth.

There is no jealousy, a smile on the sidelines, and even a little bit ostentatious.

Jia Huo leaned over and patted Chen Jiang on the shoulder while laughing.

There are two popular young actresses around me.

The body is soft and boneless, enchanting and soft.

In the past, Chen Jiang treated her guests, but today Jia Huo paid for his own money for the first time.

Chen Jiang checked in the book and said that he had the ability to tell the families who were sent to the Demon Suppression Academy that were too much or too little.

But the surname Jia is originally a small surname.

There is no Wuri City, and there are two families in the entire Tianwu family.

Chen Jiang took a sip of wine and his eyes lit up.

This is different for Jia Huo to treat him. There was a trace of heat flowing in his stomach and making the blood boil.

You should know that Chen Jiang is now the seventh level of the Real Dragon Nine Refining, and his physical strength is at least in the third level.

But this wine still made him feel a little more powerful.

"Good wine!"

Chen Jiang smacked his lips.

Pick up the pot and start pouring it hard.

As for the image, can there be a advantage if the image is good?

These little courtesans can only recognize money.

After drinking a pot, Chen Jiang reminded him, "Will it be too wasteful?"

Unexpectedly, Jia Huo put down his wine glass and said something.

"There is no place in Wuri City except for the mansion named Qin, I dare to say that I can spend money."

"Drink! Lao Chen, just drink it!

I don’t care about money when making friends, what I care about is the eye! It’s the face!”

As soon as the voice fell, half of the girls in the Zangchun Tower flocked to him and almost squeezed Chen Jiang out of the building.

This made Chen Jiang feel a little more serious. What Jia Huo said is true or false.

Jia Huo was buried among the erotic beauty and did not forget to remind him again.

"But brother, I can remind you that this wine is also called Sanxianzui.

After three pots, even gods will fall down.”

Chen Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What if I had three pots?"

"Then... Ula Uru..."

Chen Jiang watched the guy's official uniform be thrown out, and got up and walked away.

Then he would be not polite.

There were eight pots of Sanxianzui on the table, and Chen Jiang drank one cup after another, one after another.

The fox girl beside her was whirling with her eyes.

She naturally recognized the person in front of her. Now the news about Chen Jiang has spread throughout the Demon Suppression Academy.

The secret of the corpse husband who had expired for ten years was made public several years ago. Now everyone is betting how many years Chen Jiang can live.

Even opened the plate.

There are as many as three gambling dishes she knows about.

The total amount of betting on spirit stones is even as high as 100,000.

She also threw some lottery tickets with several guests at that time.

After listening to the analysis of the students of the Demon Suppression Academy, the ring was a treasure. She bet for three years.

On that plate, she will win money as long as she dies within the third year.

But judging from Chen Jiang's drinking attitude, he might have to die here today.

"Mr. Chen Zi, please drink it with ease."

Her voice trembled.

I was impulsive at that time and threw all the savings I had saved for several years in that I had not taken it firmly.

"Don't worry about me!"

Chen Jiang is very generous.

He could sense that there were many sights coming from around him, but he didn't care.

Face is far less valuable than strength.

The warning of the devil's disaster is still echoing in my ears, and the revenge that my parents were tortured by those men in black back then was still in front of me.

In Chen Jiang's mind, the years when he was still a mortal and escaped from the devil were clearly visible.

How can we not avenge our parents’ revenge that they are tortured and killed in front of us?

Chen Jiang drank faster and faster, and the fox girl Diao Shan around him became more and more frightened.

"Three pots..."

Whispers came from the building, all of which were secret techniques to transmit voices.

"I feel that my spirit stone is about to be drifted."

"Zhang Shitou died in front of him back then, and probably he knew that he wouldn't live long..."

"Then just eat and drink like this? Maybe you have a chance to live a few more years?"

A fat man looked like a strict father with a look of regret.

"I still have a few pieces of flesh and blood patterned jade in my house, and maybe it will last for a few years."

"You are crazy, that's your family heirloom!"

The fat man's companion screamed.

The fat man smashed the table hatefully, but he had been in the five-year period.
To be continued...