Descendants of Daoism of Daqin

It seems to be quite mild...

Who is he really, the world-renowned unparalleled Hou Suying?

"what about the taste?"

Su Ying looked at Shi Lan who had taken a sip of wine and asked with a smile.

Shi Lan's pretty brows frowned slightly.

"It's not as good as that rice wine, I'm not used to it."

"Haha."

Su Ying laughed, "Then I will take you to drink that rice wine next time."

After a while, after drinking a pot of drunk life and dreams, Su Ying threw Huaying a string of pearl bracelets worth more than a thousand gold as wine money, and the two got up and prepared to leave.

Outside, many people's eyes are watching the room.

It has to be said that the identities of the two mysterious people who can produce such priceless treasures are really curious.

Finally, the door opened.

As soon as the slender figure in the black cloak appeared, everyone noticed that he was not wearing the hat, and looked at his face curiously.

The moment they saw that face, most people felt a sense of familiarity.

The frivolous man looked at that face and frowned.

The frivolous man looked at that face and frowned.

I seem to have seen...

Suddenly, a man in the crowd opened his eyes wide, full of horror, and said with trembling lips:

"No, Lord Wushuanghou?!"

It was as if a spark had ignited a barrel of oil.

The entire Zuimenglou was silent, and everyone's eyes widened as they stared at the face that gradually merged with what they saw in memory.

"It turns out...it's really... Lord Wushuanghou..."

"This……"

"Am I dreaming..."

The frivolous man was shocked and excited, everything that happened before resounded in his mind, and suddenly a chill like a poisonous snake swept over his heart, making him tremble all over, and his eyes were full of horror and fear.

What have you done?

To actually sneer at Lord Wu Shuanghou?

Isn't this looking for death?

In his panic and fear, Su Ying also saw him, looked at him with his hands behind his back and said with a smile, "I did drink that fine nectar, and I drank a lot."

The man's legs softened, and he knelt down towards Su Ying, trembling all over and sweating profusely.

"Damn the small ones, damn the small ones."

He cried out, kowtowed and slapped himself with great force.

Seeing his appearance, Su Ying had no interest in making trouble for him. He reached out to hold Shi Lan's jade hand beside him, stepped forward, and the two figures suddenly disappeared in the dense dust.

After he left, all the guests in Zuimenglou left, and they all hurried back to call their friends to tell them the news.

Huaying came to the quiet courtyard.

"Sister Huaying, why is it so noisy today?" Lian Yi, who was playing the piano, looked at her and asked.

Hua Ying, holding two bamboo hats in her hand, had a complicated look on her face.

"Su Ying is here."

The strings snapped.

After Su Ying and Shi Lan left, they stopped wandering on Xianyang Street and came directly to Su's house.

Su Ying flicked open the heavy wooden door.

A breath of fresh air rushed over.

For no reason, Shi Lan was a little nervous.

"Nothing to worry about."

Su Ying glanced at her and said.

"(Nuo De Zhao) Yes."

The two walked into the door side by side.

On the other side, at Xiaoshan Tianzong, Yan Lingji and Xiaomeng Moon God have also arrived at Tianzong.

As soon as Xiaomeng, the head of Tianzong, came back, the elder of Tianzong breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly dragged her to deal with the affairs of the sect.

Yan Lingji found Duan Murong and other women, and after learning that both Da Si Ming and Xue Nu were pregnant, Yan Ling Ji was very envious.