The three of them made a fuss for a while, and Zhu Xining and Zhang Xiaoyu, who were dressed in dishevel, were defeated and begged for mercy panting.

They didn't have the courage to stage a erotic scene in broad daylight in which two women served one husband.

Jing Zhe was just teasing them. He had already thought about what to do today, so he couldn't stay at home for too long.

First, I asked Zhang Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu, do you know the message I asked Chen Jiannan to send yesterday?"

Zhang Xiaoyu nodded: "Well, I have asked Shi San to leave the largest private room upstairs, and everyone from the newspaper office can even sit there when they come."

Jing Zhe touched her head pamperedly, expressed his satisfaction, and looked at Zhu Xining and said, "Second sister, I will hold a celebration banquet for the members of the newspaper at Wenxiangju tonight. You and Xiaoyu have been working for the newspaper for so long. Let's go together tonight!"

Jing Zhe went to Jinxi for more than a month. At that time, Zhu Xining was helping the newspaper in charge of the newspaper, and Zhang Xiaoyu was helping the newspaper in Wenxiangju.

Therefore, it was reasonable for the newspaper’s celebration banquet to attend. Zhang Xiaoyu had no objection, but went to see Zhu Xining.

Zhu Xinning thought for a while and said, "If we go to have dinner together, the others will definitely not be able to let go. This would go against your original intention of holding a celebration banquet."

After hearing this, Zhang Xiaoyu nodded repeatedly.

"So, Xiaoyu and I will be smelling the fragrance of Curie. When you eat, we will go in and toast. Then we will come out after toasting. If you drink too much, it will be better to take care of you. But remember not to drink too much, otherwise it will be uncomfortable."

Zhu Xinning also wanted to advise Jing Zhe not to drink anymore. After all, she was drunk once last night, but she considered that how could men not drink in such an occasion?

Especially, her man is also the president of the newspaper. If he doesn't drink it, others may not be able to enjoy it.

So I simply stopped persuading him and just told him to drink less.

Jing Zhe nodded and asked again: "Xiao Yu hasn't gone to smell Xiangju yet, right? I don't know if Queen Yueyao is looking for me..."

"My husband, I——"

"Zhe'er, Xiaoyu has just gotten up for a while, where can I have time to smell Xiangju? Of course, I don't know if Empress Yueyao is looking for you."

Zhu Xinning answered first.

"Oh, since that's the case, I won't go to Yin Xiangju anymore, so I can't meet her again. Anyway, the last batch of newspapers have been sent, so she must have nothing to learn - I will go to the newspaper office later, and Xiaoyu will go to Yin Xiangju later. If she asks me again, you will say I'm drunk too much and won't come out this morning!"

Jing Zhe Dalala said.

Zhu Xining and Zhang Xiaoyu had no doubt at all that Jing Zhe heard their conversation just now, and thought Jing Zhe was annoyed Murong Xi to find him, so he agreed happily.

So Jing Zhe walked out of his home.

...

Jing Zhe was not walking fast, and he automatically omitted the noisy pedestrians on the street. What he wanted to feel was the guy who had been following and observing him last night - the apprentice of the Broken Soul Fan.

When walking on the main street, perhaps because there were too many passers-by, Jing Zhe did not feel anything.

But when walking in the deserted alley, Jing Zhe realized that the man was still following him!

Jing Zhe sneered, but did not stop or look back, but kept his original state and slowly walked towards the city gate.

In this way, he left the city all the way. When there were no more pedestrians on the road, he jumped up and flew forward.

The speed was neither fast nor slow, so that the people behind him could still keep up. It was not until Jing Zhe saw the tea shop that he fell down.

With the rigor of the Soul-Breaking Fan, he would not enter the city, and he was injured again, so he naturally could not rest in the ice and snow. Therefore, within a few miles, there seemed to be only one place he could go.

As expected, Jing Zhe stood outside the tea shop, and the first thing he saw was the horse yesterday. It can be concluded that the soul-breaking fan was inside.

But yesterday there was a ox cart outside, but now it is gone.

Knowing that Jing Zhe could guess that he was here, he still chose to stay here. It can be seen that the injuries he suffered did not hurt the key points, and it can also show the confidence and pride of a master.

When Jing Zhe fell outside the tea shop, he felt a strong wind whistling from behind. Needless to think about it, the disciple of the Soul Broken Fan must have seen him find their nest, so he stopped covering it and flew over directly.

He was too lazy to look back, but walked straight to the tea shop. When he arrived at the door, he found that there were traces of damage in the door, as if it was broken open by someone.

"Old Zamao, come out!"

After entering the house, Jing Zhe shouted.

He glanced around and found that the tea shop was no different from yesterday, but he didn't see the waiter. He recalled the disappeared ox cart and the broken door outside. Jing Zhe guessed that after completing their two orders yesterday, the waiter locked the door and went back to celebrate the New Year.

The waiter must have never expected that when he left, his tea shop would be broken into the door, but that would be fine. If he stayed, he would probably never leave again.

"Old Zamao, you are a master after all. Why are you now a turtle shrunk now? Are you so afraid of me?"

Jing Zhe found a bench to sit on it, and then launched a verbal attack.

At this time, a cold wind blew, and a middle-aged man wearing a hat flew in.

"Bold, dare to be so rude to my master!"

The man in the hat shouted after entering the house.

"Haha, what are you?"

Jing Zhe glanced at him and said disdainfully: "Your master's old maggot was beaten so hard that I dared not show up. What's your name?"

"you--"

"Boy named Jing, you are too crazy!"

At this time, perhaps seeing his disciples rush over, the Soul Broken Fan was more confident and finally came out.

"Oh, Lao Zamao dares to come out?"

Since he has broken his face, how many "seniors" he called him yesterday, how many "old maggots" he has to use today will return it, and he will never let him take advantage of him!

While speaking, Jing Zhe looked at the Soul-Breaking Fan carefully, and was also a little shocked: The Grandmaster is indeed the Grandmaster!

Whether it is age or cultivation, the Soul-Breaking Fan is far above the two monsters he saw at the beginning! The four grenades exploded at close range, not only did he not die, but even if he was injured, he did not hurt the vital points. It was amazing!

At this time, the Soul Broken Fan had already changed into a plain robe. Except for his slightly pale face, it was no different from when he saw him yesterday. Of course, with Jing Zhe's current master cultivation level, he still noticed the unstableness of his aura. I think the four grenades still caused him a lot of damage, otherwise he would not have hid here.

Therefore, his strength is no longer comparable to his peak!
Chapter completed!