This is a woman with a story.

Hope you return under her management, orderly, more and more guests, he just walked for a few days, the whole Qingliang almost knows, hope that you have a mistress.

Yang Ruishuo sex originally belonged to the Li family's industry, and all of them gave her to dots.

Leaving the hope of returning, Yang Rui returned to the fallen mountain, and the wine sent by Lei Mu also arrived, and he took two altars of wine and swaggered into the falling mountain.

“See the left-wingers!”Guarding the guards on the top of the fallen god mountain, as soon as they saw Yang Rui, they immediately saluted, and now in this falling mountain, his status, even has hidden overshadowed the thank the paper irus, the belly of the god, the inner supervisor Lin Ze and the officer Zhou Ding's worship brother, coupled with the news of the Hades' house is also spreading on the mountain, which was appreciated by His Highness, and he almost became the existence of the sunset god.

"Brothers, you have worked hard, the weather has turned cold, take some money to warm a few pots of wine and drink."Yang Rui thought to move, and the shot was a hundred yuan of underbanks.

The two men saw the look, the face was full of joy, "Thank you left to protect the Lord, thank you to the left care of the Lord!"

Into the cave, Zhou Ding and Lin Ze have already prepared dishes there, and there are several officers who are still here.

“Brother, here you come!”

When they saw the people coming, they were waiting for them.

"Brother, brother, some of you, this is so polite."

"Hi, brother, you are now mighty, the news of the Hades' house, but they have all passed into our ears, and I heard that His Highness particularly appreciated you, and your third brother you killed a master of the world's eight products and three of the eight products of the strong, which is something we can't do!"

"Yes, Wei left, really high man!"Huang Gan said that every day high-level officers, now see Yang Rui are respectful, such treatment, even if it is difficult to enjoy the road.

"Hi, these are clouds, the important thing is our brothers, now have to drink a very happy."He opened the bar and then a smell of wine.

"Good for the third brother, no matter how many scenery is outside, we are brothers!"Have a good drink today!”

"Some of you may have caught up today, my third brother's wine, that's the best of the best!"

"Is it?"Let’s have a few drinks!”

And the people have nothing to say.

The mainstay of the entire falling mountain is these officers, as long as they have a good relationship with them, and then this falling mountain will not have a place he can't go.

In the end, some people also drank drunk.

"Brother, are we falling to the mountains, are we suppressing an old man who is a very cowy?"Drinking and drinking, drunk.

“En?”Let me think.Lin Ze drank the most, his brain was already a little vague, and he tapped his head with his hand, and then shouted:

“Yes!The old man is a legend, so what is his name?

“Lin Nai, you’re drunk, his name is Yang Qiankun!”He grinned and kept drinking.

“Yes, that’s called Yang Qiankun!”With that said, he gave a thumbs up, "That old man is really not covered, and there are not many people who can suppress him in this world!"When he was arrested, he was able to move six generals before he caught him and suppress it here!”

"Isn't that bad?Little brother, I want to see, what does this old man look like, is it three heads and six arms?"Yang Rui also pretended to be drunk and smirk.

“Hey, brother, you’re drunk, man, where do you have three arms?”Lin Ze pointed to Yang Rui and smiled.

“What does he look like?”

Lin Ze smiled and stood up, then patted his chest, "Since the brother wants to see, brother will take you!"

“Going!”He staggered and almost fell.

He walked up and held him.

“Go away!”

The rest continued to drink, and Yang Rui helped the drunken Lin Ze, so he walked to the prison inside the falling mountains.

Just arrived at the door, the two guards saw the arrival and quickly opened the door.

“See Lin Inner Guard, Wei Left Guard!”

“No, no. No, no. No, no matter what.”Yang Rui stammered.

“Brother, go this way!”

Lin Ze pointed to the road, which was Yang Rui's first time entering the inner prison.

The space for inner prison is not large, and there are not many prisons, but in each prison, the suppression is a number of powerful Hades, and there are not a few at the level of eight.

Although drinking a lot of wine, but Yang Rui can still feel, in this space, there are a few looming strong breath, no doubt are quasi-eight grade, when the two appeared, the two gods even locked him, but disappeared in an instant.

Painted the pool, the sticky pool of water, like a black over-the-air, sticky in it, but contains a powerful force, so powerful that Yang Rui feels inexplicable oppression.

In the middle of this pool of falling gods is a dark prison, in the pool, a thin body, soaked in the viscous pool of water, engraved with a dense spell of the soul chain through his lute bones, pale hair, scattered shawl, emitting a odor if nothing.

He was powerless with his head...

“Brother, that’s...” Lin Ze hit an alcoholic hiccup.

He held Lin Ze's hand and let loose it feebly at this moment, and the latter lay drunk on the ground.

Repression, depression, depression...

At this moment, he was crushed to Yang Rui's chest cavity, so that he could not breathe.

His legs staggered and trembling.

Lips, trembling inexorably, half-masted, godless pupils, were filled with endless scarlet at this moment.

His lips, bitten out of blood, his hands holding the prison iron bars, made a rattling.

It seemed to feel the movement next to him, scattered white hair, the old man slowly raised his head, deep in the eyes, as if it had been a long, long time had not slept.

The blood-red eyes still have the stars in it, deep and vast.

Looking at the eyes, white hair, the old man's dry lips squeezed out a white and sad smile.

The original tall body, the hard backbone, became so old and unbearable.

The skin was dark, as if covered with a layer of ash.

He did not speak.

No one spoke.

The original spirit of Yang Rui, lowered his high head, slowly closed his eyes, tears indisputable.

Once the man who was incomparable, like the sky, has now become this old and unbearable appearance.

Yang Rui's heart, in the dripping blood, the darkness and anger buried deep in the darkest corner of the heart, at this moment like a flash flood, in his strange eight veins crazy.

(End of this chapter)