"So irritable?" Yang Tianming smiled, "I arrested you for several days, but I didn't say I wanted to kill you now. Now I just arrived at you, so you want to kill me?"

The elder grinned, looking unhappy if he didn't kill Yang Tianming.

As a result, before the Great Elder was angry, Ziyi said, "Great Elder, the Palace Master has an order, Yang Tianming cannot kill him."

The elder was still gritting his teeth and was about to refute, but the black-clothed palace master glared at him.

Suddenly, the Great Elder became cowardly.

Yang Tianming was stunned again.

He had thought that the palace lord might be a puppet before.

I didn’t expect that he was not only not a puppet, but also so intimidating!

Ziyi said, "Great Elder, the palace master means that if you do things this time, you will be fined for three years and Ziwei Pavilion will be closed for three days."

"yes!"

The elder gritted his teeth, even if he was unwilling to give up, he would not dare to say a word.

"please."

Ziyi reached out to Yang Tianming.

Yang Tianming was also free and easy, and immediately walked forward carelessly.

The palace master, covered with black veil, walked in front, Yang Tianming followed behind him, with Ziyi and the Great Elder beside him, and Twelve Colorful Yi guarding both sides.

Yang Tianming actually felt like he was being "protected"...

The territory of Mo Ci Palace is much larger than that of the Golden Light Gate, and the difference in levels can be seen from the scale and architecture.

Following everyone all the way to the Moci Palace Hall in the city.

From a distance, you can see this magnificent hall, which should be the tallest building in the city.

Just looking at the size of this hall, it is not as good as the imperial city.

With the palace master leading the way and there are twelve colorful clothes guards beside him, the journey is so smooth that it cannot be smoother.

Entering the hall, the great elder left.

After passing through the side of the hall, the palace master took Yang Tianming to the back hall without saying a word.

When he arrived at the gate of the back hall, the twelve colorful clothes guards led by Ziyi also left.

At this point, the only two people in the group were Yang Tianming and Mo Ci Palace Master.

But this mysterious palace master still said nothing.

Yang Tianming couldn't help but wonder if this person couldn't speak...

The Palace Master Mo Ci didn't say anything and walked into the back hall alone. It seemed that she didn't care whether Yang Tianming followed or not.

She doesn't care, but Yang Tianming cares.

This time, he just needs to figure out all this.

It's not okay if the other party doesn't say a word.

"I said to the palace master, at least you can tell me what I did, right?" Yang Tianming said.

As a result, the palace master had already walked away...

Yang Tianming had no choice but to catch up with him quickly.

The size of the back hall is much smaller than that of the main hall, and it is not as cold and solemn as the main hall.

Yang Tianming followed closely and couldn't help but look around and a few times.

The back hall is still deserted, and there is not even a single figure in the hall except him and the palace master.

What the hell is this palace master going to do?

While he was confused, the palace master had already stopped at a door, turned around and glanced at Yang Tianming, then opened the door and went in.

What does this... mean?

There are many housing prices in the back hall. Yang Tianming has just arrived, but he can't tell what the difference is there in the room where the palace lord entered.

There was no way, so he had to follow him in.

As soon as he entered the door, Yang Tianming suddenly felt something was wrong!

It smells so good...

It was a charming fragrance, like the fragrance of flowers and body fragrance. In short, it would make people intoxicated when they smelled it.

Let’s look at the decoration and layout of the house.

Green gauze tent, red candlestick...

What's this the boudoir of the Palace Master Mo Ci?

Yang Tianming was immediately fascinated.

The palace master spent so much effort to get himself in the underworld and then invited him to the boudoir. Could it be...

Yang Tianming was hesitating, how to give up half-heartedly... In the end, he was instantly

Now, I'm thinking too much.

Just as he was standing at the door and was still stunned, the palace master had already taken a stall of wine from the shelf.

The jar is not too big, and the capacity is three or four pounds. The mouth of the jar is sealed with red cloth, which looks very similar to the "daughter red" in martial arts movies.

Then, the palace master placed the jar on the table and glanced at Yang Tianming again.

"I said, can we say something..."

Yang Tianming was speechless. You shouldn’t like to talk!

As a result, the Palace Master Mo Ci not only did not speak, but also glared at Yang Tianming.

"Okay, okay, don't say it if you don't say it."

Yang Tianming shrugged, entered the room, looked at it briefly, and sat on the stool.

The palace master also sat down and simply decisively pulled off the red cloth at the mouth of the altar.

Tsk, it's really violent...

Yang Tianming complained in his heart, and wanted to see what the palace master was going to do.

Then, Yang Tianming knew.

The palace master pushed the jar of wine in front of him and finally spoke.

"drink!"

Although it was just one word, Yang Tianming couldn't help but feel...

Where have you heard of it?

Looking back on the reunion with Jiang Xinyue, Yang Tianming couldn't help but wonder, this palace master must be an old acquaintance...

And this drinking...

Yang Tianming smiled bitterly.

It's really not a lie to say that he was invited to drink.

If you say you drink, drink it. Not to mention the food, you don’t even have a cup, just just get it in such a mess and let him drink it directly?

Yang Tianming was not timid at all.

Although this palace master is mysterious, he will not use such a naive trick of poisoning.

Immediately, Yang Tianming picked up the jar and poured it directly.

Gudong Gudong, after taking two mouthfuls, Yang Tianming had to stop.

I don’t know what kind of wine this is, it’s so spicy!

With his current cultivation level, if it were ordinary wine, even alcohol, he would have been able to drink thousands of cups without getting drunk and was completely immune.

But this wine...

It's too strong!

Drinking it into my mouth, it was so hot, and my chest seemed to be burning, and my mind was dizzy in an instant...

Although he was a little dizzy, Yang Tianming still maintained his rationality and could tell that this was not a medicine, but a simple drinking process.

"Are you going to get me drunk?"

Yang Tianming asked with the alcohol.

As a result, the Palace Master Mo Ci couldn't say anything again, and still looked at him with his eyes fixed on him.

"Okay, don't say it if you don't say it."

Yang Tianming was willing to do so.
To be continued...