Drunken laughter came from behind Ling Luoyu, and there was a pungent smell of alcohol.

Ling Luoyu's dress was indeed different from those dancing women, and the difference could be seen at a glance.

An old man dressed in yellow silk clothes, holding a wine glass, walked towards Ling Luoyu wretchedly.

"Wearing so much...How do you make you guys happy? Come! Master help you..."

Xu was thinking of something, he smiled more wretchedly, and raised his hand to her shoulder.

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank suddenly, and his fingertips swept away to kill him. Fang was about to make a move, but suddenly heard a chuckle from behind

"I think... this girl likes to dress like this!"

With a chuckle, the old man screamed.

His wrist was locked tightly by a slender hand, and he shook it suddenly.

"roll!"

The laughter was cold, and the killing intent came out.

The old man in yellow screamed and fell out, knocking over many people and things, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"You...what do you special? Don't you know that Lao Tzu is your young master's guest?"

Ling Luoyu fell into one of his arms and was hugged in his arms: "It doesn't matter what I am, as long as you remember, she is mine!"

Ling Luoyu turned around slowly, his eyes met those familiar eyes with a faint look: "Why... you say I am yours?!"

"Because you have my mark..."

Slender fingers crossed Ling Luoyu's ears and dropped under her neck, stroking her delicate skin.

"Why... I will brand you one now?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes were burning, and the charm stood still, and his voice was like a line: "Mo Xuanchen, your little life is going well... No wonder you are not thinking about Shu, it turns out that you have entered this fragrant nest!"

Mo Xuanchen, the man she thought about all night, would unexpectedly appear in this place of cigarettes.

No matter how much she has Buddhnature, she won't be angry anymore.

"Do you know that I have been looking for you?"

"I know... so I left you a message, and I know you must have a way to come here!"

Mo Xuanchen stroked her lips with his fingertips, and kissed in a void.

"I just didn't expect...you also brought others over!"

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank and said, "Do you...know about my ascending to the Shanghai domain?"

"Of course! As soon as your breath appeared, I knew...and seeing you being brought in here, so I followed!"

"So... you didn't come here to have fun?"

"...Ling Luoyu, what do you think? Your husband, am I that kind of person? In the center of my eyes, there is only you from beginning to end... No matter the past or the future, only you!"

Ling Luoyu also knew that Mo Xuanchen looked down on these coquettish bitches, but seeing him appear here, he couldn't help but feel angry.

Now that he explained that it was coming from outside, the fire was gone, he took a step back and stood up.

"The two of us... don't seem to be too close, right?!"

The two eyes are facing each other, and they are all quasi-line and sound communication, so in the eyes of outsiders, the two people are looking at each other.

As for the tricks, only they know.

As soon as Ling Luoyu withdrew, Mo Xuanchen's fingertips were empty, and he pinched his fingers a little bit of loss.

"Girl, don't be afraid... no one can hurt you with me!"

Glancing diagonally, he suddenly looked at the old man in yellow, smiling like a spring breeze.

"This... Your lord, I won't ask your name anymore, because I don't like to remember the names of dead people..."

"you"

Although the old man in yellow was injured, he was not waiting to die.