Not only Wang Chuan saw the situation in front of him, but also July.

He joked and followed quickly.

There were also several tables and chairs behind the door panel. The dodging person couldn't run away quickly and saw that he couldn't run away. He sat leaning against the window in front of a table, pretending to look at the Lantern Festival view on both sides of the Qinglong River outside the window.

She Wei was aggressive and was about to go forward, Wang Chuan quickly grabbed She Wei and said, "Don't worry. The boat is still docking. You have to be too anxious and fierce. It depends on the situation is wrong. What should I do if I run away from the shore?"

While they were talking, the huge flower boat suddenly shook violently. Everyone was sitting, and they quickly grabbed the corner of the table and leaned against the wall of the cabin. Those who were standing and walking were almost falling.

Wang Chuan looked out the window and saw that the big boat began to move, slowly leaving the river bank, floating into the middle of the Qinglong River.

“…”

Wang Chuan wanted to catch the host of Fengyue Pavilion Pen Pal Association and throw it to the six-door torture room. He asked him carefully if he was not able to get along with him and slapped him in the face so quickly.

A guy wearing a black and white impermanence mask walked to the middle of the cabin and raised his glass and whispered: "This party is not easy. Everyone chats, drinks, and eats esophagus!"

Everyone cheered, raised their glasses together, clinked the glass with the black and white impermanent masked man in the void, and drank it all in one go.

After drinking, everyone started to drink and chat.

She Wei glanced back at Wang Chuan and walked towards the person sitting by the window. Wang Chuan had to follow him.

The man was wearing a monkey mask and was paying attention to Wang Chuan and She Wei. When he saw the two of them walking towards him, he was panicked and looked out the window, then looked in front of him, closed his eyes and rested, and then pretended to say hello to others. The hands were sometimes raised and sometimes put down, sometimes on the table and sometimes elsewhere, and there was really no place to put them.

But for some reason, Wang Chuan always felt that he looked familiar.

The moment She Wei and Wang Chuan sat down opposite the man, the man seemed to have been stabbed by a needle under his butt and suddenly shot it up.

"The king captured...the man from Brokeback Mountain, why are you...you are here?!"

The man spoke tremblingly.

Wang Chuanke recognized this statement.

Get out of Li!

Why is a famous storyteller, a writer of Xianshi who is hiding in Fengyue Pavilion?!

"How did you recognize us?"

Wang Chuan asked.

Li Rongdao: "I heard you talk to Jicha July. Please help me keep the secret and never let people know that I am a Hongchen Guest of Fengyue Pavilion."

"The Hongchen Guest, is it you?!"

Wang Chuan was very surprised. When he was in Chenggu County, Monk Dengcao gave him many small books, most of which were ordinary, and he forgot after reading them. The impressed ones were nowhere to be found in the world, and the secret history of the One-Literal Gate by Baixiaosheng and Huajianhou, as well as the one by Hongchenke.

The book by Hongchenke can no longer remember the name, but he was deeply impressed by the contents of the book. You should know that even if Fengyue Pavilion is full of talents, in this era, it is not ordinary people who can write abnormal books on subjects such as behind-the-scenes manipulation and peeping.

Such a perverted Xianshi author, Hongchenke, is actually Master Li Gun and Li who is usually indifferent and focused on storytelling! He really should not behave like a person! He should not behave like a person!

"Wang... Sir, don't speak! Sir, don't speak!"

Li Gon waved his hand hard in a hurry.

She Wei said: "Since you have been in Fengyue Pavilion for a long time, I believe you know more about the situation here than we do. Let me tell me where is the Baixiaosheng in the Jianghu? What mask is it? Where is the Hou Huajian? What mask is it?"

Li Geng smiled wryly and said, "Captain She... I don't make things difficult for you. I just occasionally contribute to Fengyue Pavilion and have little communication with other authors in Fengyue Pavilion. Moreover, this time, everyone is wearing masks for Fengyue Pavilion pen pals, and I can't recognize you even if I want to!"

"You're always more familiar than me."

Wang Chuan responded, "Let's do it, let's investigate separately. Master Li, you are more familiar with Fengyue Pavilion than me. You take She... Master, I'll look for it from the other side."

Wang Chuan became a slut, and he even slutted his teammates to slut the fishing boats of the Fengyue Pavilion Pen Pals Association. How could She Wei not see his motive? But She didn't point it out, but just glanced at Wang Chuan and asked Li Geng to lead the way to find someone.

Anyway, I have already boarded the boat, and this bastard who has nothing to do except slut out of the way is useless!

The two sides parted ways. Wang Chuan simply went to the other side of the door panel, and confirmed that She Wei and Li Gon could not see him, so he found a table and chair to sit down.

Alas, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Chuan took a glass of wine, ordered some snacks, looked around, and sighed.

There is not even a single sister in the Fengyue Pavilion Pen Pal Association. Who would believe it if you say it? It’s embarrassing!

At this moment, a man wearing a flower-shaped mask and a grass-like mask walked to Wang Chuan's table and sat down.
Chapter completed!