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Wen Ruo chatted happily with several big men, cups and cups intertwined, he was actually drunk, the corners of Wen Ruo's eyes were smoky red with strong alcohol smell, and there was an indelible red glow on his face, a glance and a smile added some charm.

"what!!"

A woman's call came from the second floor, the voice was sharp and piercing, and the weak mind was inadvertently clear, and he just turned his head to look dimly.

The woman in pink stood disheveled in the corridor on the second floor, staring angrily at the man in the black and gold robe with tears in her eyes, pointing at him with a trembling hand, "Why are you so contemptuous of me! My daughter The child's... woo... how will you get married in the future?"

The man in the black and gold robe stood there very helplessly, as if he had encountered a problem, he remained silent.

Wen Ruo's drunken mind was spinning. He thought he was a man in a black and gold robe with a guilty conscience. He ignored his physical problems for a while, and only wanted to help the woman get justice, and maybe get a wife...

He staggered and ran in front of the bad guy, with his hips akimbo thought he was majestic, and he breathed out the breath of alcohol: "You rascal, how could you bully a good girl!"

Wen Ruo stretched out his hands and pushed the man, it was soft, but actually pushed the man down.

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Wu Lin obediently followed the drunkard's movements and fell ass very naturally: Yo!It seems that the scholar still cares about himself. Sure enough, he has learned to be jealous under my love letter strategy.

snort!But this incident is not my fault, it is the obscene act of the woman who flirts with her own head and poses, failing to seduce her.

Wu Lin sat on the ground and yelled at the drunkard, and stretched out his hand to ask the scholar to hug him.

"I'm in pain, I'm still chasing you, how can I provoke others."

The alcoholic scholar froze, "You, you are?"

"Hmph, I'm the leader of the martial arts alliance. Have you forgotten that I wrote you a book full of love letters?"

The scholar blinked his sore eyes, propped his chin on one hand and fell into deep thought. After a while, he shook his head and nodded half-understanding: "It seems that there is such a thing."

The scholar stretched out his hand to pull Wu Lin up, Wu Lin was like a stunned boy who had just begun to fall in love, and took the hand with red ears, "This is the first time you have allowed me to hold your hand!"

The woman in pink, who was surrounded by a sour love atmosphere blessed by an alcohol filter, also seemed to feel that she couldn't stand with a broken sleeve and frivolity, so she ran downstairs angrily.

Instead, the group of people who were about to get drunk downstairs left behind sighs of exclamation:

The martial arts leader looks like this!This scholar's martial arts are so good that he can even defeat the leader of the alliance!The leader originally liked this!Oh, so sour...

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After Wu Lin stood up, he still held the scholar's hand, and exhaled into Wen Weak's ear:

"Early to bed and early to rise is good for your health!"

The drunkard was weak and puzzled: "What?"

"I think you are a noble character, so you will definitely not accept my silver taels. Life is not easy, and I can't see you suffering." After finishing speaking, Wu Lin kissed Wen Ruo's hand reverently.

The drunkard was weak and still puzzled: "What?"

"Today is the right time and place, and I want to ask you to sleep."

The poor ghost is weak and secretly happy, nodding his head hastily, thinking: Today I can finally sleep on a soft couch without spending money.

The topic of sleeping was relatively private. The two people's voices were not loud, and the people downstairs couldn't hear them clearly. They could only guess what the two of them said by following their movements and eyes.

The muscular man B has a delicate mind comparable to that of most women. After he watched the leader finish speaking, the scholar hurriedly nodded in agreement with a little shyness. The self-righteous scholar agreed to the leader's pursuit. This sweet love made him bite his lower lip and lower his voice. Sobbing: Sweet crying!

The muscular man B took the lead to stand up, clapped his hands with tears in his eyes, and shouted in his rough voice:

"it is good!"

Everyone was confused, but they were very supportive, so everyone else on the first floor stood up one after another, applauding and saying yes.

The drunken Wulin couldn't help sighing after seeing it: people in the Jianghu are so cute.