After saying that, Long Yubing turned around and left with a blush on his face. Lin Miao touched his left face and found that there were indeed faint traces of red lips on his fingers. Lin Miao hurriedly rubbed his face hard before returning to the seat. Not long after the two sat down, Lang Qin suddenly pushed the door and entered: "Well! The wine is good, do you mind splitting multiple people?" After Lin Miao and Zhang Tingmu signaled Lang Qin to sit down, Lang Qin took a sip of the wine before saying angrily: "Let them run away!"

Lin Miao raised his eyebrows and asked, "Brother Lang, who ran away?" Lang Qie gritted his teeth and explained, "It's the woman who snatched Wushuang's Ju Luojian." Lin Miao and Zhang Tingmu were both shocked. After they looked carefully, they realized that Mu Wushuang's Ju Luojian was indeed gone. Lin Miao thought about it, shook his head and said, "Is it a woman wearing a hat?" Lang Qie put down the wine glass and looked at Lin Miao: "No, it's a god from the sky."

Lin Miao and Zhang Tingmu looked at each other, knowing that it was probably Yu Xueqi's move. Lin Miao smiled helplessly and said, "Brother Lang, don't worry, just grab it back." Lang Qin sneered and said absent-mindedly: "Brother Lang, you have to be the one in the South Heaven Gate?" After that, Lang Qin clenched the man Wang Jian in his hand. Seeing that Lin Miao was a little embarrassed, Zhang Tingmu hurriedly smoothed out: "Brother Lang, you have to be careful now."

Lang Qin glanced at Zhang Tingmu and picked up the wine glass with some disapproval: "Those gods are blind and don't know the Renwang Jian at all. I don't need to be afraid of them." Lin Miao thought for a while and said, "If they know that the Renwang Jian is in your hands, then wouldn't you be very dangerous?" Lang Qin laughed, showed a disdainful look, and took a sip of wine without saying anything.

After a while, Lang Qin said drunkenly: "To be honest, I look down on mortals, but Brother Lin is an exception." Zhang Tingmu looked at Lang Qin without saying anything. Lang Qin stared at Zhang Tingmu and continued: "Brother Zhang, don't mind, I have seen too many bastards, and there are many in the world." Lin Miao poured himself a glass of wine and smiled: "To be honest, Brother Lang, I am also a bastard-as for the monster lying on the bed, even more so, one person is more than ten others."

Lang Qi raised the sword in his hand with a smile, and then put the sword on the table: "Brother Lin, don't be too humble. I know your character. As for Brother Wushuang, I have heard of it a little..." Zhang Tingmu put down his chopsticks and said: "Brother Lang, although Zhang Tingmu cannot get into your eyes, I still have to say more words - as the saying goes, wealth will never be revealed, your sword is really eye-catching."

Lang Qie looked at the sword at his hand and chuckled and explained: "Brother Zhang, you don't know how powerful Miaocheng is - 'The steep peak is drawn thousands of feet, the golden pond is as solid as the soup, the sword is blowing through the sleeves, and the vastness of the city is deserted.' This is the king sword of this man." Lin Miao rubbed his forehead and said: "Everyone likes to exaggerate poetry. Can a sword destroy hundreds of cities with one sword? How is that possible?"

Zhang Tingmu said with a serious expression: "Mouse, it may not be. The three divine weapons in the towns do have such power, but you have never seen them." Lin Miao was shocked and looked at Zhang Tingmu in surprise. After drinking, Zhang Tingmu continued: "Miaocheng is known as the King of Human Sword, which means the strongest weapon in the world. When Huangdi fought against Chiyou in a decisive battle, it was rumored that it was the King of Human Sword borrowed from the immortals and cut off Chiyou's head."

Lang Qi snorted and retorted: "What kind of immortal? Xuanyuan clearly borrowed it from the monster Luo Binghou." Zhang Tingmu scratched his head embarrassedly: "Brother Lang, who is Luo Binghou?" Lang Qi took a deep breath and explained: "That was one of the eight princes under the throne of the great demon at the beginning of the prehistoric world. It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of Luo Binghou. Mrs. Xuedi who burned Kunlun Mountain should know, right? It's her." Lin Miao and Zhang Tingmu both nodded, and then looked at Lang Qi with anticipation.

Lang Qi took a sip of wine and continued, "Xuanyuan was shocked by the power of the Miaocheng sword. He once said that this sword was in hand and all the worlds of China were surrendered, so the Miaocheng sword was called the Man Wang Jian." Lin Miao wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "Listen to the Huangdi words, he doesn't want to return this Man Wang Jian!" Lang Qi nodded and said, "How could he be willing to return it! Luo Binghou asked it several times but there was no result. In the end, he could only ask the Marquis of Weizhu to take him to Taijiang to find Xuanyuan to argue. After Xuan Yuan saw Marquis of Weizhu and the Demon King mace, he knew that he could not defeat it, so he obediently returned the sword."

Zhang Tingmu swallowed half of the wine and smiled: "No wonder Brother Lang can't trust 'people' so much." Lang leaned forward and lay on the table and said: "People are known as the spirit of all things, but they are actually selfish and foolish. In the eyes of our demon clan, Xuanyuan is just a greedy villain, let alone his subjects!"

Lin Miao snorted dissatisfiedly and said, "But there are many people who intermarry with our human world! Brother Lang, how should you explain this?" Lang Qie rubbed his forehead and replied, "The world is so big, can't there be a few saints? However, the lifespan of our monsters and mortals is far from each other. It is really not worth it to spend a thousand-year cultivation for a pile of dry bones in decades! Even if they are in the immortal class, they are just relying on others and living a life span. I really don't know what those monsters who are in love with others are looking for!"

Lin Miao smiled wickedly, stared at Lang Qin and asked, "Brother Lang, do you like a mortal woman?" Lang Qin lowered his head and pressed Wang Jian on the table, then smiled and said, "My woman? How is it possible! The woman I, Lang Qin, like those ordinary people, can be compared with those ordinary people, and the village girl and the village girl resentful women?" Lin Miao sighed and picked up the wine glass: "Maybe she is just a village girl? And she is the kind of maid..."

Lang Qi's head suddenly slammed heavily on the table. Zhang Tingmu's face changed slightly and asked, "What's wrong with him?" Lin Miao curled his lips and said, "No, I can't drink enough!" Then Lin Miao reached out to grab Lang Qi's man Wang Jian. Although Lang Qi was unconscious, he subconsciously held the man Wang Jian tightly. Lin Miao tsk and said, "I won't steal your baby, why are you anxious?" After that, Lin Miao clamped Lang Qi on his arm and dragged him to his bed.
Chapter completed!