Immediately afterwards, thunderous applause continued, and a mysterious figure was also surrounded by layers, slowly walking towards the Qilin high platform...

When he saw this person clearly, Han Sanqian couldn't help frowning...

Mr. Pianpian, gentle as jade.

Han Sanqian almost saw the fallen city lord, and these eight characters immediately appeared in his mind.

This is absolutely no exaggeration, even Han Sanqian thinks that these eight characters are not enough to describe his appearance and temperament.

This doesn't look like the city lord of some demon land, but more like some Xianluan palace with few young masters.

But what made Han Sanqian really frown even more was the fragrance of this person. Although he just passed by Han Sanqian, the strange fragrance carried in the wind was still very strong.

But the richness is just the essence of the fragrance, but the actual fragrance itself is very light. There are about four kinds of fragrance mixed, which are light and rich in layers, and it smells quite comfortable.

Among these four scents, there was one that was very familiar to Han Sanqian.

But for a while, Han Sanqian couldn't tell where this scent was so familiar, he could only say it was weird.

After all, the scent of the demons is obviously not something that Han Sanqian, who has never been involved in this place, can use to describe it as familiar, but when Han Sanqian was racking his brains to remember where the familiarity is, suddenly, a sound A cold snort brought it back to reality.

"You brat again?"

Hearing the sound, looking up, Han Sanqian's face was covered with black lines.

It really wasn't that the enemies didn't get together. At this time, the group of people behind the city lord were also staying close to the high platform, but Han Sanqian was facing the leader who was in the tavern just now.

"This is not where you should come, get out of here quickly." He whispered.

Han Sanqian was a little helpless, but when he looked back, he saw that the city lord looked over lightly at this time. Although his eyes were very faint, without any emotion, and even a little approachable, the ritual officer beside him still ran down a few steps , shouted at the leading officer: "What's the matter? Noisy?"

"Hehe, Mr. Chen, it's a trivial matter. It's just meeting a bastard." The leading non-commissioned officer smiled foolishly.

Director Chen raised his eyes and glanced at Han Sanqian, nodded: "It's easy to deal with, don't bully civilians."

After the words fell, Mr. Chen returned to the city lord and whispered a few words in his ear. The city lord nodded, then gave Han Sanqian a polite smile, and looked ahead: "Everyone, the matter of the Moyun ghost city Needless to say, this city bullies all the people and harms one side, and the Lord of this city has already attacked the evil thieves under your advice."

"However, the evil thieves are powerful. Although we have a small victory, it is difficult to shake its foundation. Simply, a god descended from heaven to protect us, wiped out the devil cloud ghost city overnight, and cleared the obstacles for my thousands of demon people. .�

"However, the gods and the gods can't see the end, and we have no chance to thank the gods, but if such a great achievement is disrespectful, there is something wrong. Therefore, the city lord has the courage to discuss this, and the world will pay for it. Thanks be to God.�

"Everyone, raise your glass with me."

After the words fell, a group of people stood up immediately and raised their wine glasses one after another.

"Take it." The leading non-commissioned officer looked unhappy, took a glass of wine from the side, and handed it to Han Sanqian.

Han Sanqian himself was reluctant to go in the tavern, and now this guy is standing here without any main table, obviously there is no wine to drink, no cup to lift, the leading sergeant naturally does not want this kid to mess up the ceremony at this time .

Being stuffed into the wine glass like this, Han Sanqian could only raise his glass slightly, but he smiled bitterly in his heart. After all, this wine is still a toast to himself, but it is harder to resist than a fine wine.

"God-worshiping man."

The city lord shouted, and then drank it in front of everyone.

He is like this, and so are the people below, and the round of toasting is over soon.

The wine was very strong, and Han Sanqian, a native of the Central Plains, was really not used to drinking it for a while, and was choking. Just as he was about to take a second sip, an accident happened. JrNovels.com