Zhu Xunuo hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at me. After seeing me nodding heavily, he said, "Okay, bring the person up!"

Then these burly men pressed me back to the ceremony stage and came to the front of Dong'er.

"Fake, reach out your hand!" Dong'er looked at me angrily and said.

When Dong'er asked me to reach out, I knew what this guy wanted to do. I quickly said, "I'll do it myself!" After saying that, I took out a silver needle from my pocket and pricked myself hard.

Click your finger.

"Bell, give it to me!" Before Dong'er could say anything, I took the initiative to snatch the bell from the dead girl Dong'er and dripped blood on it.

Looking at my series of actions, Dong'er said sarcastically: "You faker, you pretend to be the same, but you will be surprised later!"

"Yes, yes, you faker, let's see how long you can keep pretending!" Mr. Chen in the audience also said.

"Ring the bell!" I didn't bother to explain, so I looked at Dong'er and said.

when!

Dong'er snorted coldly and shook the bell vigorously.

As the piercing bell in Dong'er's hand rang on the stage, I felt a mysterious force calling me, and the pores in my body opened unconsciously.

This is a very strange feeling. I just feel like a cool breeze is blowing all over my body, and a faint mist comes out of my body.

Under everyone's nervous gaze, the mist emerging from my body gradually formed a human shape.

And looking at the human figures appearing bit by bit, the smile on Dong'er's face became stiffer bit by bit, and the corners of the confident girl's mouth twitched uncontrollably: "This, this

, how is this possible, how can there be two Pi Jianqing!"

"This, this, what is going on, this chivalrous woman, both of them seem to be angry exactly the same. Who is real and who is fake?" Mr. Zhu looked at Dong'er and asked.

Dong'er's face was very ugly, and he looked at me and the fake Pi Jianqing in disbelief, and said: "I, I, I don't know anymore!"

"Ah, what should we do now!" Mr. Zhu slumped down in his seat.

I turned my head and looked at the Eight Immortals table closest to our ceremony table. The white-haired mysterious old man sitting on the Eight Immortals table did not even look at us. He was quietly tasting the food on the table as if he were an outsider.

Drinks.

"Good wine, good wine!" Although the old man's eyes were not on me, he seemed to have noticed my gaze. He just heard him say: "Wine is good wine, and good wine must be matched with good words..."

..."

After the old man finished speaking, he picked up the wine bowl and took a big sip. He actually poured a large bowl of extremely high-alcohol liquor into his stomach in one breath.

"Good words...ah...drunk..." After the white-haired old man said the last thing, he fell on the wine table with a "bang", drunk to death.

past.

It's over, this only hope is gone.
Chapter completed!