"Open the door, open the door, open the door."

The roar is so loud.

There are many experts at Longmen Inn, and almost all of them know that there is a large group of people coming to the inn again.

Zhao Qingchan, Zhao Huaian and others all changed their expressions slightly.

Among this group of people, there are three masters, one young master, six first-class masters, and eight second-class masters.

Jin Yingyu felt even more painful in her heart, and she had the thought of cursing their ancestors for the eighteen generations.

Because now this group of people can pretend, one can pretend more than the other.

There are now 7 masters in this small inn.

Jin Xiangyu always felt that she couldn't open a black shop anymore, so she probably had to change the dock before the black sandstorm came.

But she took a closer look and said it was strange.

The three masters at present seem to be not all the people.

Among them, the young master with white hair always squinted his eyes alone, and ignored the others who passed by, giving people a feeling of being a military supervisor.

As for the other two masters, they also ignored his existence, and even less cared about his surveillance and accompanying.

But here, the issue of magical modification is involved.

to be honest.

This makes Zhao Qingchan clearly distinguishable.

Among them, the oldest white-haired master, the big-haired man in the West Factory, Jia Yan.

The vicious master wearing a mask, one-eyed and two swords, the second-level head of the West Factory, Ma Jinliang.

The young master with an overly feminine face is Lu Xiaochuan, the third-tier leader of the West Factory.

And these are the many masters of the West Factory.

Two masters and one young master.

The flower and rain fields in the West Factory have not arrived yet.

As for another young white-haired master, this is Cao Shaoqin from the East Factory.

This was originally a task that the West Factory snatched from the East Factory.

But although Cao Zhengchun was tired of dealing with Hulong Villa, he could still draw a master and join him in the team of the West Factory.

Let's say so.

The East Factory, West Factory, Jinyiwei, and Hulong Villa in the Ming Dynasty will carry out certain random operations, so as to ensure that they can make a contribution.

But let alone, in this complicated situation, some plots have been disrupted.

But the four major institutions of the Ming Dynasty court were really alive, and the corruption in the court was not that serious.

Because no one dares to act ruthlessly on anyone, and they all want to seize the other's handle, so they dare not be too presumptuous.

at this time.

Jia Yan, the chief chief of the West Factory, glanced around the inn and asked, "Boss, have you gone to the room?"

Jin Xiangyu turned over and went downstairs again, sat on the table and scolded, "With your grandma's leg, you've been kicked out of the middle of the night. Please pay the money quickly."

"Rareless." As a young master, Lu Xiaochuan, the third-tier leader of the West Factory, naturally had to stand up at this time, even if he was pretending.

Jia Yan reached out to stop him from drawing his sword and chuckled: "Everyone is doing business, and it's a convenience to get around the world. Money is not a problem. How much money do you want, you will pay you three times."

"This... you said it a long time ago, but there is only one house left." Jin Xiangyu threw a eyebrows.

"No problem. If there is not enough room, then you can drive away a few?" Jia Yan sat down and chuckled.

Next second.

Many experts from the West Factory rushed toward the guest rooms.
Chapter completed!