Fish swimming around the world

Xu Fu turned around and looked at the table, shaking his head and sighing: "It's hard for that kid..."

Meng Laoshuai glanced at it and snorted: "Why is it so difficult? Just wait and see. You can make him toss it later. This kid has no other skills. He just comes and goes to stir up trouble."

Li Xiu also smiled and said: "What the old commander said is that I have confidence in this boy. With him here, today... it will be peaceful."

Meng Laoshuai rubbed his temples: "Fortunately, I have this boy... The Supreme Emperor is really... alas today!"

Xu Fu brushed his long snow-white beard: "It's strange. It's really hard to find anyone in the world who dares to square off at this table, but this young boy of seventeen or eighteen years old can do it."

While the three bosses were sighing, the table that everyone was secretly paying attention to really became lively.

He saw Jiang Fan with one foot on the stool and a chopstick cage in his hand, shaking it loudly. As he shook it, he muttered: "The God of Gambling is the best at betting on the gods, and the descendants of the God of Gambling are the smartest!"

"Pah!" The chopstick cage was clasped on the table, he opened a crack to take a look, and shouted directly: "Eight six!"

The Supreme Emperor on the opposite side snorted, took a peek, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Ten five!"

Gao Qi: "Twelve threes."

Jiang Fan gritted his teeth: "Fifteen sixes!"

Empress: "Open!"

Jiang Fan:......

Everyone:…

The Gao family's banquet was good, let's not talk about the taste, but it was better than wild.

A large restaurant, a big and powerful wine bowl, a whole piece of fat meat, and the fine wine of mortals.

But no one could let go at first. First of all, this was the Gao family, the God of Death family. They were trembling with fear before they came. What's more, no one expected that both the Emperor and the Empress were here.

Everyone was just worried that the murderous spirit between the two would bring disaster to Chiyu.

But in the end, this place that was supposed to be extremely boring was suddenly brought to disaster by Prince Jiang.

Although the empress was calm and composed, and although Gao Qi was silent, they were both playing games. And they had been worried that the Supreme Emperor was looking for trouble and was just chatting with Prince Jiang and doing nothing else.

From then on, the banquet quietly became lively. In the end, the old Qin people's true nature was exposed again, and they rolled up their sleeves and went shopping.

Finally, under the leadership of Prince Jiang, a bunch of ghosts and monsters exploded at the scene.

The old commander sighed: "Look, what did I say..."

Xu Fu also breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, everything seems to be fine today."

Li Xiu didn't interrupt. Over there, he was holding a wine bowl and fighting with the servant Chen He shirtless. They were all red-eyed.

Meng Laoshuai, who was finally relieved, glanced sideways at Xu Fu: "I'm talking about the Imperial Master, I heard that your old boy has a good drinker..."

Xu Fu lifted his white beard and said: "Old lion, you may not be able to drink with a big mouth!"

"Old bastard, are you looking for trouble?"

"Old man, are you afraid of you?"

…

After the scene rose, the table disappeared.

Because the Supreme Emperor had drunk too much, although he was still shouting his dissatisfaction, he could no longer sit firmly, so he was put on the carriage by the old eunuch Gong Yu.

The Supreme Emperor also got his head out of the car window, and looked at the three people seeing him off with drunken eyes: "You... you all, just... wait for me... today, no, it is not over! I haven't... not... Lose! Fight bloody battle to the end, I, I will kill you all..."

Jiang Fan was dragged by Gao Qi, seven of them were dissatisfied and eight were angry: "Too...to the Emperor! You, you can't afford to lose! Just now, just...just...we owed three cups! Another day, come...to the door and fight again !”

Gong Yu hurriedly stepped forward: "Your Majesty, the Supreme Emperor is very happy today. He drank too much. I will send the Supreme Emperor back to the mountain right now..."

The empress still looked calm: "Gong Yu... It's raining in the palace, and it's raining even more outside. It's okay to stay in Tangwu."

Gong Yu lowered her eyes: "Yes, yes..."

The empress looked at him: "Go back and kill all the eight hundred guards of the Supreme Emperor. Each of the three thousand defenders will be whipped thirty times. The entire team will be cut in half, and the captain and above will be killed. Kill the nine tribes."

Gong Yu trembled all over: "Old slave, obey, obey the order..."

The empress looked at him: "You, cut off one of your arms and hang it at the front door to dry."

Gong Yu knelt down with a pop, her whole body like chaff: "Old slave, I know my mistake, and I will obey your Majesty's will."

The empress said nothing.

Gong Yucai trembled: "Slave, resign..."

The carriage creaked away, and the Supreme Emperor lowered his head from the window: "Kill...kill! Kill! Eight hundred sixes..."

The carriage gradually drove into darkness. Gao Qi let go of Jiang Fan's hand and turned back to the lobby.

But Jiang Fan rubbed his face and smiled bitterly: "Is it necessary..."

The empress said calmly: "My will is that the Supreme Emperor must not perform a soup witch."

Jiang Fan looked at her: "For my sake..."

The empress looked at Jiang Fan: "For your sake, I have already reserved my hand. Today, you are good..."

After that, he turned around and boarded the chariot to leave.

Jiang Fan took a deep breath. The winter night air was extremely cold, and when he breathed it in, it was bone-chilling. Even burning the knife didn't bring him any warmth...

A wedding banquet left Prince Jiang drunk for three days.

Yuwen Chengxin came with hot soup more than once, but was persuaded to go back by the old guy.

"But... drinking so much wine without drinking some soup will harm your health..." Yu Wencheng said worriedly.

The old guy sighed: "He feels uncomfortable...don't worry about it. If you don't get up, you won't be able to hear what happened. Let him sleep."

Yu Wencheng didn't know why, but he had no choice but to leave.

The old guy was holding the hot soup and sipping it. He looked at Jiang Fan, who was staring blankly above him with his eyes open on the bed, and hummed softly: "No future..."

After a long while, Jiang Fan's lips moved: "I should have thought of it, I should have stopped it..."

The old man said: "Stupid! What should you have thought of? You shouldn't! What should you have done? Even more shouldn't!"

Jiang Fan's eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was blank: "Yes... yes... shouldn't, shouldn't..."

The old man sighed: "Okay, you are not a saint, nor a bodhisattva, don't take yourself too seriously, have a good sleep, life still needs to go on."

Jiang Fan said blankly: "One day... will there be no more deaths?"

The old man said: "That requires enough deaths first."

"Must... die?" Jiang Fan's expression was full of entanglement.

"In troubled times, severe punishments should be imposed." The old man said seriously: "What kind of world do you think this is?"

Jiang Fan smiled bitterly: "Yes, without the means of Vajra, how can we talk about the heart of Bodhisattva..."

The old man looked at him with complicated eyes: "...So, that girl is right, you understand."

Chuckling, Jiang Fan turned his head and looked at a food box on the table: "Did she send it?"

The old man said: "It's not easy, she can do this for you."

Jiang Fan stared blankly for a while, climbed up with effort, and leaned against the head of the bed: "Then... give me something to drink."

The old man looked at the food box: "It's been cold for three days."

Jiang Fan curled his lips woodenly: "Winter... is very cold... it won't break..."

The old man couldn't help shaking his head and sighing...