Luo Xiaoman's heart twitched, and she stood up, not knowing why, just a moment ago, there was a strong anxiety in her heart.

This anxiety came very suddenly, and she couldn't grasp where it came from. This tangled feeling made her very uncomfortable!

Luo Xiaoman frowned slightly, his eyes trembled, could something happen to Yuan Yuan? She and Mo Yuan are in good spirits, and if something happens to Mo Yuan, there will be such uneasiness.

However, there should be no problems with Yuan's eldest brother and the others, right?

She squatted down, covered her heart, and wanted to go back to Qinhuai City to see and confirm Yuan's situation!

"Xiaoman, what's the matter with you?" Kunlun couldn't help asking suspiciously, seeing Luo Xiaoman's expression different.

"It's nothing." Luo Xiaoman shook his head, then took the wine from the side and smiled slightly. "Today, I must have a good drink."

"Yes! Have a good drink!" Zhi Wu echoed, and took a jug of wine from the side, and poured his head up.

"Zhi Wu, you drank too much." Hu Yanxiu frowned and said coldly: "Drink will paralyze a person's alertness."

"Hey, don't worry." Zhi Wu waved her hand and said drunkly: "Just a little wine, I can't get drunk."

Plop!

As soon as he finished speaking, he fainted.

The corners of Hu Yanxiu's mouth twitched. This guy was really amused. He thought he was a Bacchus and couldn't get drunk, so he was instantly slapped in the face.

He stared at Zhi Wu for a while without thinking about it. He raised his hand and took a cloak and put it on Zhi Wu's body.

"I'm not drunk!" Zhi Wu slapped her mouth and kept mumbling, even if she was drunk, she was still doing her best.

"Huh, idiot!" Hu Yanxiu shook his head before taking a sip of wine.

...

...

At this time, Yan Yang was in the study, receiving an important person.

He dropped his hands and his head dropped slightly, respecting the person in front of him.

"Luo Xiaoman and the others now?" The speaker wore a large blue crane, exuding a bitter power, giving Yan Yang an invisible sense of oppression.

"Return to the right, they are drunk, they all look almost drunk."

"drunk?"

The speaker turned around, and the handsome face and gloomy eyes were the left and right arms of the Lord Qingcang, Xuan Youlin.

After his brother Xuan Wulin died, the matter of contacting Yan Yang fell on him.

"Don't they worry about the Ten Sects of Tomorrow at all?" Xuan Youlin frowned and looked suspicious, which didn't seem to be like Luo Xiaoman's style.

Of course, either she was too self-confident and believed that no one in the ten sects could compete with Luo Xuanzong.

"Master Right, Luo Xiaoman seems to be in conflict with Qian Yuanzong and Jinguangzong today, but it is strange that they shook hands and made peace afterwards!" Yan Yang raised his eyes slightly and told the truth about the situation.

Listening to this, Xuan Youlin fell into silence, and did not understand Luo Xiaoman's serial behavior.

Based on his understanding of Luo Xiaoman, she shouldn't shake hands with the two sects, but hit them with a hammer.

Is she doing this with ulterior motives?

Xuan Youlin frowned, and his heart was dark. This guy did whatever he wanted and had no rules. It was almost impossible to try to figure out her mind.

He had to beware of the murderous intent behind Luo Xiaoman's smiling face.