The Eight Hundredth Chapter Glass Soup (1)

Monster beasts invaded the cloud palace, even though the group of magicians inside were not compatible, but as a human race, naturally there is no reason to sit idly by.

After Wen Heng's letters were delivered to various places, they soon met at the foot of Yukun Mountain.

If Cheng Shaoheng were here, he would definitely find that there were many acquaintances here. There were tens of hundreds of people, and the Patriarch of the Cheng family was talking with other people at the periphery, while in the center were the sword master, the piano master, and several reclusive old monsters among the three saints of law enforcement.

The news that was detected before indicated that the cloud palace is now in a stalemate, and the magician trapped those monsters in the formation. These reinforcements have already arrived at the foot of the mountain, so the atmosphere is not too tense, and even some familiar strong men are still smiling and saying hello.

As soon as Wen Heng arrived, the old people wanted to say hello to him, but when they caught sight of the broken hair on his chest, they couldn't move away.

"Who is this fighting with? He can cut off your hair."

Wen Heng is a well-known cleanliness freak in the circle, the kind who wouldn't allow blood to splash on his body when fighting someone, let alone let the opponent get close. It can be said that those who can get close to him are basically strong people of their level.

Unexpectedly, what was asked turned out to be this matter. Wen Heng glanced at them, said "I cut it myself", and went to the Juggernaut to discuss about entering the Cloud Palace.

"Why do you want to cut your hair..." An old man muttered halfway before being pulled by his sleeves by his companion, "You don't understand this, there is an old saying that 'the marriage of hair is a husband and wife, and the white heads are inseparable', When we get married, we have to cut off a strand of hair to tie it. If he is like this, it is probably because a happy event is approaching."

"Really? I've never heard of this sentence."

"You are a lousy old man who has been single for eight hundred years. This kind of thing is an extravagant wish for you. It's normal not to know." The companion said very worriedly.

Changqin next to her had wanted to ask Mr. Zhang about this for a long time, but because of Wen Heng's presence, she kept holding back. Seeing that Wen Heng was talking to the Juggernaut, he immediately asked Mr. Zhang: "What's the matter with this hair?"

Others knew that Changqin and Mr. Zhang were Wen Heng's friends, and when they heard this question, they all fell silent, pretending to close their eyes and rest their minds, but actually their ears were all pricked up.

Zhang Lao spread his hands, "Just like the master said, do it yourself."

"...Who did you give the hair to?"

"Who else is there?" Mr. Zhang said naturally.

Who? The bosses next to him held their breath.

Well done, what charades!

But Changqin let out a disappointing "Oh", "Guess it's her too. So... is this a promise?"

"How can it be, he is so cold-hearted, he probably didn't think of this when he cut it." Mr. Zhang directly punctured everyone's imagination.

Changqin was silent for a while, "That's fine, why did you cut your hair?"

"It's not that the phoenix blood wine has been brewed..." Immediately, Mr. Zhang explained what happened at that time, "I guess the girl was drunk later, and when she caught her hair, he cut it off."

"Oh..." Everyone suddenly opened their eyes, and there was a lot of gossip in their eyes.

It was the elderly lady who first came and said, "According to our rules, if you hug me, you will be responsible."

"No wonder we showed him the young lady, but he avoided seeing it. It turned out that someone was already there."

"I don't know which family's girl is lucky. It seems that the pearl of old man Feng's family has no chance."

"Where did the opportunity come from? After so many years, Feng Mingzhu has never even touched someone's sleeve. Can this be compared to the friendship given away?"

Older people, once they gossip, there is nothing they can't talk about. Another one, Wen Heng is good-looking, and his strength is still faintly superior to them, so he has long been their target. Now that there are some other topics with great difficulty, they naturally become the center of the topic.

They chatted lively, but Wen Heng and Juggernaut turned a deaf ear. Wen Heng pointed to the topographic map and said: "...the space around the Yun Palace is blocked, and the main entrance is difficult to enter. It is best to go through the side door. When the Yun Palace was built, two extra secret passages were left. As long as everyone comes, we will You can divide your troops into two groups, go in through the secret passage, and meet up at the Dao Discussion Platform."

"The Lun Dao platform is to the left, and Senior Wen Xuan's cemetery is on the right. Are you trying to force them to go to the cemetery?" The Sword Master quickly discovered his intentions.

"For disturbing the peace of the deceased, burial is the best atonement." The cemetery is full of large formations he personally set up, and he kills every step of the way. This is also the main reason why he can still talk to the Juggernaut here instead of going to Yun Palace first.

Looking at his expressionless face, the Juggernaut couldn't help sighing again in his heart. It's not without reason that this man is famous among monsters.

"I just don't know what happened to Master Huan and the others inside. If it wasn't for someone to go in and check it before, the old man wondered if they had died together with the monsters."

"Don't worry, those magicians are best at wasting time. No news came out for two months, which is not uncommon. If we really can't hold on, at least one and a half disciples will come out with blood books."

"That's true."

After the two discussed the details, the Juggernaut slowly put away the brown topographic map, then looked at Wen Heng and said, "Speaking of which..."

"Huh?" Wen Heng looked up at him.

The old Juggernaut stroked his gray beard, and said slowly: "I'm hugging you..."

"..." Wen Heng didn't expect this person to joke about it. He was speechless for a moment, then smiled and said: "That's right, I have hugged me, I have to be responsible. When we get married, remember to send Congratulations. I'm picky, and I don't like ordinary things. However, you can barely accept the phoenix marrow liquid, eight beast spirits, heaven, earth and myriad things in your collection."

What do you mean barely able to accept? These things are well-known when they are spoken out, and all parties are fighting for it, okay! If they knew this kid was thinking about their baby, they would kill him without mentioning it.

"It suddenly occurred to me that Lao Qin and I still have something to say, so I'll go there first." The dignified sword master made a low-level excuse and slipped away.

Wen Heng snorted and didn't care about them.

However, after today, the news that Wen Heng and a certain young girl had a heart-to-heart relationship has been quietly spread in their small circle at this level.

Shi Yu, who was still extremely far away from the sky, didn't know this. At this time, after taking a rest, she continued to take San Fatty and them to search for the monster territory.

A group of people, eating and drinking all the way with the spiritual objects of heaven and earth, have long been targeted by monsters from all walks of life. But they were afraid of Shiyu, so they didn't dare to come to the door after all.

Shi Yuben wanted to practice his hands, so he simply accepted the fire spirit and suppressed his cultivation. Who knew that this suppression became the fat in the mouths of monsters and beasts from all sides. A meal has become a luxury.