Chapter 132 Jiangnan

No matter who wants to be expressionless, it is not difficult. But it's difficult to stay still! It seems strange for a motionless person to walk here, but as long as you think about it, it will not be surprising at all.

If some people want to go to a place, he doesn't need to move. He just needs to think about it. Naturally, others will bring him to this place.

Murong is on the chair, and the chair is on other people's shoulders, so Murong can walk as fast as others.

Of course, Murong is not injured, let alone disabled. Murong in the south of the Yangtze River has always been competitive and has the most important face. The heirs of each generation are both literary and martial arts, and the son of Zhuo Shijia.

The surface of this chair is paved with a navy blue velvet that is bluer than dark blue, which is smooth and soft like a swan.

Murong, wearing a silk robe of the same color, sat lazily in the chair, making his pale face and pale hands look more obvious and prominent.

The two people who lift the chair are extremely short, with wide shoulders, and look like they are square.

Their legs ran like the wind, but their upper body did not move. Murong sat down as if he were sitting in his small hall covered with Persian carpets.

This is not a sedan chair, but a chair with two bamboo poles, but it is easy to be mistaken for a sedan chair.

The sedan chair should not be quiet. The chairs should be quiet. They are two things that are by no means different, but in some cases, they are often mistaken for the same kind.

- Isn't it the same? Two people who are by no means the same are often mistaken for the same person, and sometimes even the same person.

There are many things like this in the world.

The sleeves followed Murong's side, inseparable.

There are four other people, who are not young and elegant, but they look very leisurely and come calmly, as if they were walking.

But they followed the two windy chair lifters and didn't even fall behind.

Others ran seven or eight steps quickly, and they took a leisurely step out. When their footsteps fell, they happened to fall in the same moment as others' eighth step.

Each of them also carries a very heavy box that anyone can see.

A box made of red sandalwood with copper strips on it. Even if it is empty, the weight is not light.

Of course, the box will not be empty. In the life-and-death battle, no one will carry four empty boxes to the battlefield, but no one knows what is in the box.

The eight people who followed them were not as leisurely as they were.

There are sixteen people behind.

Then there are 32.

These 32 people followed them. If they didn't want to fall behind, they would have to run quickly.

Zhu Ru has explained everything clearly. If he is usually, he should have retreated, but now he has not retreated.

Of course, Uncle Tie knows that Zhu Ru is definitely not a person who doesn't know how to behave. Naturally, he stayed because he still had something to say.

"Tell me!" Uncle Tie looked at Zhu Ru and said. No matter who wants to fight with others immediately, patience will always be a little different from usual. Some people will have no patience, but others will be more patient. They all know one thing, but the way they do it is completely different. Uncle Tie is undoubtedly a patient person.

"Behind these people, there is another person." After Zhu Ru finished speaking, he immediately added, "I don't know if they are together."

Of course, Uncle Tie knows that there is more than his family in this town now, but this is not the reason for him to understand others: "Since he can't tell the difference, he came with him."

Uncle Tie's conclusion was very simple. He immediately asked, "What kind of person is he?"

"He seems to be a rich man, and his clothes are very ordinary, but I don't think even if Murong is with him, he will not steal his glory." Zhu Ru frowned a little. He didn't have any objective evaluation, because he didn't see anything.

Uncle Tie also frowned. He heard such a vague comment from Zhu Ru for the first time.

"Is he a man or a woman?" Uncle Tie's question was very strange, which made Bai Choufei and Zhu Ru next to him brighten their eyes, and even looked at Uncle Tie with some admiration.

Sure enough, no matter who can be an old man, it will not be simple.

If a person's information is directly evaluated, it may be difficult to divide it into countless details. Although it is a little thin, it must belong to this person.

"It's a man!" Zhu Ru's answer is very positive.

"You don't like men. How can a man make you lose your mind?" Uncle Tie frowned. His voice was not loud, but Zhu Ru's face had a cold sweat.

Bai Choufei looked at Uncle Tie's eyes, and his admiration was no longer hidden. Zhu Ru didn't pay attention, but he understood that Uncle Tie was definitely not angry, let alone punish him, but to eliminate this person's influence on him!

Some emotions always need other emotions to break through!

Zhu Ru has indeed recalled some situations that he had not noticed. He smiled dryly and said, "He is not a woman, but I have never seen many women compare with his amorous feelings."

Zhu Ru still wanted to open his mouth, but Uncle Tie had waved his hand to stop him. He already knew who this person was.

Jiangnan Jiangnan, all kinds of amorous feelings!

Except for Jiangnan, who can make a man feel this way?

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old. At sunrise, the river flowers are more red than fire, and the river is as green as blue in spring. Can you not remember Jiangnan?

Jiangnan Yi, the most memorable is Hangzhou. Looking for Guizi in the moon of the mountain temple, looking at the tide on the pillow of the county pavilion. When will you visit again?

Jiangnan memory, followed by Wu Gong. Wu Jiu had a glass of spring bamboo leaves, and Wu Wa danced drunken hibiscus. See you again sooner or later?

This is Bai Letian's poem.

But the people in the world are used in the south of the Yangtze River.

Many people are thinking, why is he not a woman? If he is a woman, how many men can he fascinate?

It's a pity that he is a man. Fortunately, he is a man.

But even if he is a man, he is also a man in Jiangnan.

He made the woman who had seen him intoxicated and the man who had seen him jealous. He made his friends proud of him and scared his enemies.

In the eyes of people who have never been to Jiangnan, he is Jiangnan.

In the eyes of the people who went to Jiangnan, he is Jiangnan.

All kinds of customs in the south of the Yangtze River are all in his body.

Uncle Tie has begun to frown. It is not easy for anyone to have an enemy like Murong. But if there are many Jiangnan who are not much worse than Murong, I'm afraid it's not frowning, but a headache. There is only one way to cure the headache, that is, to cut off your head and lose your head. Naturally, you won't have a headache again!

The question is just, is it your own head or someone else's head to be cut off?

Many people will make this choice.

Of course, you have to cut off other people's heads!

Uncle Tie immediately looked at Bai Choufei, which was what Bai Choufei should do.

Bai Shufei nodded. He didn't say anything, let alone say anything.

Uncle Tie's face immediately regained a smile. No matter who has an ally like Bai Choufei around him, it is a reassuring thing.

He can't wait to watch Murong die under him!