"It seems that you have a good first contact with that ghost master." Yuan Xianyi said with some advice.

"I just know that I can't make any luck in the face of him, and there is no choice to be neutral." Yuan Suiyun said seriously.

His words immediately aroused Yuan Chengzhi's dissatisfaction.

"Does he still dare to declare war on me, Quxiyuan!"

"Of course he dares, and he may even destroy your entire clan with his backhand. After all, the Quxi Yuan family alone is not as good as the Forgetful Ghost Market." Li Shizhou said, but at this moment, he always had a sense of irony and excitement when he said this passage with a smile on his face.

"Eight great families, with the same spirit..."

Before Yuan Chengzhi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yuan Xian and said:

"Enough, don't give any more comments."

Yuan Chengzhixin was unwilling to accept it, but he nodded and closed his mouth.

At this time, Yuan Xian looked at Li Shizhou and said:

"You seem to be a lobbyist for the ghost market, but in fact you are provoking my eight major families for it."

Li Shizhou shrugged:

"Captain Yuan, you are thinking too much. I am neither a lobbyist nor a secret trap. I just stand in my position and need to confirm first who is a friend and who is an enemy."

Then he looked at the center of the square, and everything seemed to be back in time, because Ying Wuque was blocked by Sima Kongming again, but the opponent he faced changed from Murong Fu with a look of defeat to Wanwan a little depressed.

Sima Kongming also came up with a set of exactly the same rhetoric at this time, and finally took the lead in a draw. Ying Wuwei took the initiative to give way.

Then the group of people from Linxue Nuanxiang Pavilion walked straight to the left under Shang Zhonghe's leadership, and then chose the fifth position.

"It's really boring. Isn't anyone dare to choose the first and second seats?"

Li Shizhou sighed, and his figure flashed back to his original seat, without giving Yuan Xian the chance to continue asking him.

Xie Xiaofeng, who had answered a sentence before, continued to nap in the fifth seat on his right.

But he had just made this fake sleeping action and opened his eyes shortly after, and Li Shizhou, who had been talking about boredom, became interested.

Because the next second, a shocking momentum of black and white contact and fighting against each other came to the face.

This time, it was in line with Biyue's idea, and no poem title appeared, but this suffocating sense of oppression has surpassed thousands of poems.

On the stairs leading to the square, a woman in a black dress and a white house outfit appeared.

The former's eyes are as dark as varnish, and they are very energetic. They can make any man fascinated by looking around. The slim gauze skirt sets off his figure and is full of intoxicating style.

The latter has a petite figure, but his aura is not inferior to the slightest. His temperament is even more extraordinary and noble, which can be praised for his peerless charm.

At the same time, compared with the former, her beautiful face exudes a sense of coldness that is thousands of miles away, and it can even be said to be cold.
Chapter completed!