"Master Zhao Teng's residence, Master Zhao Teng." Shixin held the dagger in his arms and staggered to the door of Zhao Teng's residence.

He put the sword on his neck and opened his mouth to shout, but his mind was a little confused: "What are you shouting for?"

The words "Master Zhao Teng" just mentioned have been swirling in his mind. But his remaining reason told him: "No, it's not Zhao Teng. Zhao Teng wants to catch me. That's..."

Finally, Death Mind analyzed it intellectually and felt that it would be more appropriate to call him Mr. Zhao.

So he shouted: "Master Zhao, I will repay you in the next life for your kindness."

Then, he reached out his hand and wiped it on his neck.

But at this moment, there was a surge in his stomach, and he fell to his knees involuntarily, and with a sound, he vomited.

The steamed buns he had just eaten, mixed with the fairy wine, were all vomited at the door of Zhao Teng's house.

She felt a little distressed: "One hundred thousand yuan for a cup of fairy wine, five hundred yuan for a steamed bun, what a waste."

While he was regretting, he was kicked in the body. A rude voice came: "Senior Riru, if you dare to vomit your filth at the door of Mr. Zhao's house, I will tie you up."

The servants in Zhao Teng's house took the rope and tied up Wuhua Da.
Chapter completed!