My lord, you crushed me

There were people coming and going around, and Momo couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he looked around and couldn't find the person in his mind.The combination of loss and guilt became a very strange feeling. Momo's eyes gradually became moist. If he hadn't kept his head down all the time, he might be regarded as a fool.

Yan Yuanjie didn't realize the change in Momo, and walked back together with Momo, sweat dripping down the outline of his face onto the bluestone road, and the figures of the two slowly disappeared in the depths of the alley.

When Mo Jue sat in front of Qu Jiangliu, he suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. He looked around as if he was looking for something.

"what happened?"

From the moment Mo Jue arrived, he noticed that something was wrong with Mo Jue, and followed Mo Jue's eyes to look around, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"It's okay, have a drink."

The disappointment that is difficult to hide in the words, even more vicissitudes when speaking.

Of course, even if he knew that Mo Jue had something on his mind, Qu Jiangliu was not a person who didn't understand, so he quickly pretended that nothing happened, and asked the waiter for Wutan Nuerhong.

When Mo Jue came to his senses again, looking at the wine jars on the table, he refreshed his understanding of Qu Jiangliu. This is really an alcoholic. He even suspected that he came back specially to drink .

"Drink slowly, no one will compete with you."

Mo Jue's eyes were so white that they almost went to the sky. Is this kid drinking in such a hurry to reincarnate.

Of course, Qu Jiangliu didn't see Mo Jue in his eyes in front of the fine wine, and he turned a deaf ear to Mo Jue's words. He shook his hand at Mo Jue, and the expression on his face seemed to say --- grab the wine with me, no existing.

Soon, Qu Jiangliu drank all of Wutan's Nurhong in one go. Mo Jue was not in a hurry, so he called the waiter and asked for Wutan's Nurhong. He didn't hold the wine jar like Qu Jiangliu did. He raised his head and poured it into his mouth, but took a wine bowl and put it in front of him, picked up the wine jar and poured some wine into it, picked it up and took a sip.

"Hypocrisy!" Qu Jiangliu's lips curled up. To him, Mo Jue's actions were pretentious. Drinking like that is not as enjoyable as drinking the whole jar.

"Not right."

Mo Jue's face was stern, his eyes became sharper, he squinted his eyes and looked back slightly, his face was still indifferent, the left prime minister's hands were getting longer and longer, and he actually arranged killers to assassinate him everywhere.

"Why be so anxious, the enemy can't move, I can't move, let's see how long they can last."

Qu Jiangliu smiled charmingly, it was not the first time he had seen this kind of scene, he didn't even raise his head, just continued to drink those jars of daughter red with his head down, but he didn't know that the paper fan in his arms had already Smelling the smell of danger and ready to move, Qu Jiangliu used his internal force to shake the paper fan out of his body, and inserted it straight into the table. The force was no less than the brute force of a pig butcher.

The two parties were so exhausted, looking at each other's eyes, neither party had the intention of making a move first, until finally Mo Jue finished drinking two jars of daughter's red, and the group finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Boss!"

A black man lowered his bamboo hat to cover his face, and yelled at the bearded man next to him, perhaps impatiently waiting, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth while looking in Mo Jue's direction .

The bearded man glared at the man in black viciously, reached out and patted the chopsticks on the table into the air, and manipulated the chopsticks along his fingertips with zhenqi, and the chopsticks changed direction abruptly and pointed straight at Mo Jue flew over.

The intention of the visitor was very obvious, that is, to take Mo Jue's life. Of course, Qu Jiangliu is not a simple person. When he sees someone bullying his brother, he will naturally not ignore it.

At the moment when the chopsticks were about to hit Mo Jue, Qu Jiangliu's paper fan suddenly rose from the table, blocked Mo Jue's body accurately, and beat the chopsticks back.

The sudden U-turn of the chopsticks caught the bearded man a little off guard, but Qu Jiangliu didn't mean to be provocative, he just inserted the chopsticks into the black man's hat. On the surface, everything seemed to be calm, but behind the scenes everyone They are all eager to try.

"What do you mean, how dare you hurt my brother, I advise you to come over and kowtow three times to us, even if this incident never happened."

The bearded man was arrogant, apparently he didn't know who he had offended, and his employer didn't tell him what role the other party was. From their point of view, Mo Jue, dressed as a frail scholar, was bound to be powerless. Even if there is a master by his side, so what.

Mo Jue smiled disdainfully, the group of people in front of them are so arrogant, if they don't teach them a lesson today, they will be sorry for the villain's bearded face.

"Brother, you don't need to take action on this matter, just shrimp soldiers and crab generals."

Qu Jiangliu patted the back of Mo Jue's hand regularly, then jumped up and landed directly into the crowd. The crowd quickly surrounded him. Qu Jiangliu sneered, and the paper fan came out in response. The crowd fell down slowly, and the bearded man stared at Qu Jiangliu in disbelief with his copper bell-like eyes, and the atmosphere on the field was extremely cold.