Chapter 1991

Wan Zhenyuan said to Li Yundong with a smile, "you're welcome, immortal Li. Order one!"

Li Yundong looked at himself with eyes all around him. He was also impolite. He smiled and said, "well, what are you good at?"

Song Yuqiao heard that Li Yundong's voice was gentle, as if a warm current flowed into her heart, giving people a feeling of involuntarily wanting to get close to trust. She boldly raised her head and took a look, but she saw that the man who looked like a God in the battle was smiling at herself, and her eyes were like the sunshine in April.

Song Yuqiao couldn't help but feel a little curious and said: the master said that Li Yundong was the first person in the world who worked for the tiger and helped the tyrant. He was greedy, lecherous, violent and arrogant. But how do I think he is a daring, responsible, loyal and skillful man? Is it difficult... Master is wrong? No, no, master can't be wrong... Maybe I read it wrong.

Song Yuqiao looked at Li Yundong in a trance and forgot to reply for a moment. Seeing this, they joked: "Lord Wan, you little apprentice, spring heart!"

When song Yuqiao was teased by them, she came back to her senses. She was so ashamed that her ears seemed to be bleeding. She whispered softly, "my best skill is the biography of the white snake."

As soon as Li Yundong heard it, he secretly said: how can this girl sing songs about subduing demons and subduing demons?

He didn't go to his heart, so he smiled and said, "well, just sing this!"

Song Yuqiao dared not look at Li Yundong any more. She held her Pipa and saluted the crowd. Then she sat down. At this time, the Pingtan woman with three strings in her arms also turned out from the back door and sat down beside her.

Wan Zhenyuan saw that everyone's attention was focused on them. With a smile, he turned and walked out the back door.

As soon as he went out, he turned and walked through two long corridors to a small classical wooden house. He pushed the door. The door was divided into left and right. He went in.

As soon as Wan Zhenyuan entered the door, he saw a tall man leaning against the window, looking at the outside, like looking at the singing building in the distance. After a while, a small paper crane flew in his hand.

Wan Zhenyuan said in a deep voice, "have you seen it?"

The man nodded slightly and didn't turn around. His body was like a silent mountain, giving people a powerful pressure.

Wan Zhenyuan snorted coldly and said, "are you sure you can control such a person? Can you imagine how powerful and terrible a practitioner who can disperse the Peacock King Ming in the battle?"

The man remained silent for a long time and sighed gently: "from the day he set foot on the Qinghai Tibet Plateau, I can vaguely feel that his future is unlimited, but I still underestimated him!"

Wan Zhenyuan asked, "are you really sure your plan will continue?"

The man was noncommittal. He said in a deep voice, "the arrow is on the string and I have to send it! Don't worry, I have a way!"

Wan Zhenyuan looked at the man's back with uncertain eyes. He said slowly: "you'd better be sure, otherwise... If things fail, I will turn my face!"

With that, he snorted and turned away.