It's not just that the archenemy is resurrected.

He hates the Poison God deeply, and naturally he doesn't like his apprentice either.

But he doesn't even bother to take action against an ordinary human being.

His current life could be called leisurely and leisurely at best, and extremely boring at worst.

So he found a seat and sat down, and used a magic technique to make his appearance look much more ordinary.[

I ordered a few plates of food and a pot of wine, and sat there to pour myself some wine.

After half an hour, Xuanyuan Luoyu had enough to eat and drink.

Just as I was about to go downstairs, the curtain opened and another person walked in.

Tall and straight figure, cool and handsome face, black clothes and black hair, iconic machete...

That person is none other than the best swordsman in the world - Fengjian Yueli.

Xuanyuan Luoyu sat back down again.

Smiling and sipping the wine in the glass, he looked like he was laughing.

Now that he has changed his appearance, Fengjian Yueli will naturally not recognize him, just in time to watch a show...

Fengjian Yueli naturally saw Meng Hongchao and was slightly stunned.

But he only glanced at her, that glance was like looking at a stranger.

There was no other expression on his face, he was very calm and natural.

He found a seat and sat down, not far from Xuanyuan Luoyu.

Meng Hongchao really drank too much. Although he barely kept his eyes open, everything he saw was hazy and had double images...

She was half-lying on the table, almost falling asleep——

There was another sound of footsteps at the top of the stairs, and seven or eight people were swept in like a gust of wind.

At first glance, these people looked like wealthy businessmen. They sat down at a table noisily and shouted at the bartender to hurry up and serve wine and food.

One person turned his head and saw Meng Hongchao, who was drunk in the corner.

His little eyes lit up and he moved closer.

He patted Meng Hongchao on the shoulder: "Little girl, what are you unhappy about? I want to drink here. How about chatting with my brother?" [

He looks like a typical prodigal.

Meng Hongchao's drunken eyes were hazy, he raised his head and smiled, and said with a big tongue: "What...what are we talking about?"
Chapter completed!