Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

Doge put his chin on the table, smiled silly and looked at Nalan Zhenyue.

From the first battle in Yunxiao Arena to the stone betting auction, all the worries and scruples slipped away with these brisk flute sounds and beats.

It's hard to relax once!

"Xiao Zhenyue, you play the flute really well!" Xiao Xi hiccupped with a chuckle, looked around, found Xiao Xin, and touched Xiao Xin's body.

The fat man laughed out loud.

Huo Huo shook his head to the beat.

Xiaoxi took out a drum that was half the size of a washbasin from Xiaoxin's storage space, but it was half as tall as him. Sitting on the high stool, Xiaoxi burped again and hit the drum with his little hand, and then Accompanied by Nalan Zhenyue's flute.

The atmosphere is so cheerful.

It has been a long time since I have been so happy, like letting go of all the shackles and letting go of all the troubles, no matter what obstacles the future will encounter, and no matter how many people are staring at them from behind...

Nalan Zhenyue smiled.

Several people drank a little too much, and their emotions were particularly high.

"The roasted chicken's skirt is swaying and swaying, the monk's heart is swaying and swaying, friends from afar, let's meet..."

"The waist of the roast chicken twists and turns, the monk's heart flutters and flutters, my lover from afar, let's get together..."

The love monk sings a song, but the lyrics are not flattering.

"No!" Huohuo's footsteps were a little unsteady, "That's not how it was sung!"

The two small heads and eyes of Xiao Jiu's protruding eyes are already circling. This guy also secretly drank the drunk old man's wine just now, and now he is dizzy.

"Sing like this!"

Huohuo cleared his throat.

At this time, the fat man suddenly woke up, his eyes widened suddenly, "Huohuo, don't sing, don't sing!!!"

Huohuo hiccupped and laughed twice, "Why don't you sing?!"

"I'm going to sing!!!"

"La la la la la la la la la--"

"La la la la la la la la la—"

"La la la la la la la la--"

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, the sound of the drum suddenly stopped, and the chopsticks of the drunken old man suddenly broke.

"Ahhhhhhh-"

Huohuo shouted at the top of his voice.

Uncle Roast Chicken was stunned.

Huohuo burped again, "Does it sound good? I'll play another song!!!"

"Do not--"

"Don't!" The fat man rushed towards Huo Huo, but at this moment, Huo Huo suddenly roared at the top of his voice: "Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo—"

"La la la la la la la--"

Bang!

The roof of the entire chicken shop was blown apart.

"..."

"..."

Uncle Roast Chicken was dumbfounded.

The closest fat man was Xiaoxin, the drunk old man, Xiaoxi and the others. Their hair was all standing up, with blood dripping from the corners of their mouths, and they looked stupid.

Only Nalan Zhenyue, the monk and Dog are fine.

Huohuo, your myriad flowers are in full bloom, this is your myriad flowers in full bloom!

All the emotions that were still high were lost by Huo Huo's roar, "I'm really sorry, I'm really, really sorry."

Dog kept apologizing.

Uncle Roasted Chicken shook his head, his expression a little dull.

Huohuo is very sorry.

Giving some compensation to Uncle Roasted Chicken, several people woke up from their drunkenness.