Liu Baichuan's expression changed slightly, but he soon returned to calm. Tang Sanzang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked in the direction of the stairs in accordance with the sound. Looking at the reactions between everyone and Liu Baichuan before, this flying guard should not be a good person, but what the hell is the crazy asylum?

The sound of footsteps came from the entrance of the stairs, which sounded like the sound of hard soles and wooden boards hitting the second floor. The tall young man first climbed to the second floor.

He was wearing a black light armor, his short hair was pierced up like silver needles, his eyes were quite deep, and his black eyes looked at Tang Sanzang like an eagle. He looked up and down, his lips slightly raised, revealing a hint of disdain.

A silver short sword was embroidered on the soft armor on his chest. There were two cute wings on both sides of the sword, and a silver long sword was slung around his waist. He pressed his left hand on the hilt of the sword, which was quite magical.

Eight young men with black armor came upstairs, with silver short swords embroidered on their chests, blocking the stairs on the second floor, and looking at the people on the second floor in a cold manner.

"It turned out that General Manager Mo came in person, so he invited me to take a seat. Xiao Liu, hurry up and ask the best wine to put in the kitchen, and then cut the beef that I just shipped in the morning to three pounds." Liu Baichuan looked at the short-haired young man with a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, and said with a smile.

The waiter on the side responded and was about to turn around and leave.

"No need, I'm doing routine. I hope Manager Liu will cooperate well." As soon as General Manager Mo raised his hand, the waiter immediately stopped and retreated aside with some fear.

"Shis Chief Mo is joking, so the younger one will naturally cooperate with Feiwei to do his business." Liu Baichuan nodded.

Tang Sanzang met those eyes full of resentment, his expression was still calm, and he looked at the so-called flying guards with curiosity. He didn't know which country this Qianliu City belongs to. It seemed that these flying guards should be similar to the constable.

He saw many generals of the Tang Dynasty, and his men were stained with tens of thousands of alien blood. They were not comparable to these constables, but it seemed that they took themselves seriously.

General Mo looked at Tang Sanzang again, and his eyes turned to Sun Wukong, Zhu Tianpeng and others beside him. His sinister eyes couldn't help but lit up, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes, but it was not shown on his face. Then he looked at the fat man on the ground who was still foaming at it. It was also right, it seemed that this person was the real master.

"Wake him up first." Chief Mo said in a deep voice.

A flying guard walked up quickly, picked up a pot of wine from the table, and poured it directly on the fat man's face.

The fat man was clever, but suddenly widened his eyes, his scattered pupils slowly focused, and he suddenly jumped up, completely not in line with the speed his physique should have. His eyes swept across the field, and you suddenly thought of something and laughed wildly to the sky.

"He is already crazy, tie it up." Chief Mo frowned.

"Yes!" The two flying guards took the rope from their waists and walked towards the fat man.

"I'm not crazy! Don't tie me up!" The fat man looked at the screaming, trying to retreat.

"This is what madman likes to say the most." But before he could walk away, the flying guard standing beside him tripped him with a sweeping leg. The two flying guards rushed forward, and after a few rounds, they tied him up tightly.

The fat man struggled hard and shouted loudly: "Actually, there are no subscriptions, recommendations, collections, words, readers, and pirated versions! Hahaha, they are all fake! Fake! Don't touch me, I don't take medicine, you let me go, I'm not crazy, there are always unlucky people who want to harm me! Hahaha, I'm not crazy! Let me go! I'm not crazy!! I don't go to any crazy asylum!!! You unlucky people who want to harm me! Protect your car! Protect your car!"

"What the hell is subscription? What the hell is recommendation? Readers? What is this?" Tang Sanzang looked at the fat man with a trembling body all over his body, and his expression suddenly became weird. They all said that the fat man was crazy and looked really crazy.

But isn’t there no such things in this world? Where did the fat man know? Could it be that this fat man was not crazy, but was also traveled through time? And he was a floppy writer?

A series of questions flashed through Tang Sanzang's mind, and he was also very confused. However, it seems that even if this guy really traveled through time, he would probably go crazy before traveling through time. Internet writers are really terrible.

The fat man was still yelling. Feiwei, who was beside him, picked up a rag and stuffed it directly into his mouth. He suddenly couldn't make any noise. He whimpered a few times, as if he was over, his expression suddenly became listless. He drooped his head and stopped making any sound, and he seemed to have changed his body.

Tang Sanzang and others were shocked, but General Mo, Zhong Feiwei, and even Liu Baichuan and the waiter looked like they were not surprised. It seemed that such things had happened more than once in this city during this period, and it was Feiwei who handled these things.

Although he was a little suspicious that this was also a time travel brother, Tang Sanzang still had not solved much, and he could not communicate even if he saved a lunatic.

Of course, he was a little lucky. Fortunately, he didn't act too terrified at Jinshan Temple when he was a child, and he didn't think about making a fame or rebellion. Otherwise, he would have been locked up in a madhouse like this brother.

Oh, by the way, Datang has no crazy asylum. If you are imprisoned, you will probably have new features developed.

The fat man was tied up, and the matter was over, but General Mo walked towards Tang Sanzang and the others, staring at Tang Sanzang with a sinister look, as if he wanted to give him some oppression.

"Shopkeeper Liu, we should step on it, right? We have been waiting for a while." Sun Wukong looked at Liu Baichuan and said coldly, lit his fingers on the table. Others looked a little impatient, but Tang Sanzang knew that she was already patient and wanted to beat these guys each.

"Xiao Liu, hurry up and go to the kitchen to urge you." Liu Baichuan glanced at General Mo, hesitated for a moment, and said to the waiter beside him.

The waiter lowered his head and walked quickly downstairs, muttering in his heart that these foreigners didn't know how to look at the winks. He was stared at by the flying guard and still had to eat.

"Who are you? Do you have any identity certificates when you enter Qianliu City?" Chief General Mo took two steps forward, looked at everyone and said, staring at Tang Sanzang.

"I am a monk Tang Sanzang, who came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and went to the West to obtain scriptures. These disciples are the disciples who are here. They have already shown the pass certificate when they entered the city. Do you need to show it again?" Tang Sanzang replied naturally. The ingredients of them did look strange, and it is normal for them to be targeted.

I hope this person is indeed doing business, not a person with a sperm or a person with a brain, otherwise this meal would probably not be able to be eaten. Zhu Tianpeng had already started shaking his legs, and Sun Wukong's fingers lit on the table were heavy.
Chapter completed!