Before Ning Yuan came back, his fist arrived first, and he punched Mo Qi on the cheek. With a whistle, blood foam spurted out of his mouth. Ning Yuan knocked Mo Qi down with one punch, jumped up, and Young Master Zhou Liu, who was almost lying on the table, grabbed it and beat it up after slashing his fist.

The servants rushed up with them. Although they had no combat power, fortunately there were many people, and they used the tactics of being beaten, and they all rushed up desperately without asking for a hit, but only asking for a few hits, and it was best to have injuries on their faces.

Mo Qi, Su Zilan, and Master Zhou Liu, and Ning Yuan were squeezed into the middle of the crowd. Only Ning Yuan was tall, and the other was, before being squeezed into a pot of Winter Solstice dumplings, he had already jumped up and freed up his upper half. At this moment, half of his body was higher than the crowd. He grabbed Master Zhou Liu's collar with one hand, and slapped him in the face with the other hand. He turned his hand from time to time and slapped Mo Qi, who was desperately tearing his clothes, but could not slapped him.

Su Zilan flew away, her shoes fell off, and she didn't know whose clothes she was pulling in her hand, and she shouted desperately, "Don't hit it! Don't hit it!", her voice was hoarse, so who cares about him?

Mo Qi was so dizzy that he was hit by Ning Yuan. He looked at him and was wearing a red shirt. He was trying hard to pull Su Zilan away from Ning Yuan. He bumped into him and couldn't swing his hand. He suddenly lowered his head and opened his mouth to bite Su Zilan's shoulder.

Su Zilan screamed in pain and couldn't help but slapped Mo Qi in the face, "You idiot, it's me! It's me! It hurts so much!"

Mo Qi was already knocked out by Ning Yuan. Su Zilan slapped him. He suddenly became strong and swung his arms out. Now, Mo Qi, who was staring at the eyes, swung his arms, no matter how much he was, no matter who he was with, howling, just swing the turtle punch like a windmill, wherever he hit, he almost hit everything except Ning Yuan.

Young Master Zhou Liu, who was grabbed by Ning Yuan, was beaten to tears now.

Mo Qi's turtle punches were continuously thrown on Su Zilan's head, and on his neck, Su Zilan screamed. In a panic, he pierced his head onto the already messy table. But the pot of fragrant pheasant soup was still good. Seeing that Su Zilan was about to pierce into the pot of soup, Ning Yuan swung a plate of vegetables on Su Zilan's head, slapped Su Zilan from the soup, and then slapped the pot of steaming chicken soup, and swung the roasted buttery pheasant next to the pheasant soup, and slapped the face of Master Zhou Liu.

The lobby was filled with ghosts and howling, and Wei Fengniang came in slowly, with one foot in the threshold and the other foot outside the threshold, leaning against the gate frame of the Gospel Pavilion, holding her arms, looking at Ning Yuan who was trapped in the crowd with interest. This was the first time she had seen her seventh master fighting like this.

Manager Liu was not scared. He walked around the adult group that had been fighting together for many times. While pulling hard, he commanded the friends, "Run away! Quickly! Quickly! Pull away! Oh my! Master! Don't beat them! All of them are Master, don't beat them!"

"This won't work!" Mrs. Zhang, who rushed downstairs, pulled Manager Liu over and looked around, "I'm so stunned. What do you have to use to rush them out? What are there in the store... I remember you often go to Heli to net fish, are there any nets?"

"Yes, yes!" When Manager Liu saw Mrs. Zhang, he seemed to have a backbone at once, and nodded quickly.

"Go quickly! Take the fishing net and call someone who can cast the net!" Mrs. Zhang gave a loud command. Manager Liu agreed repeatedly and ran to call someone in person.

Li Tong stood beside Mrs. Zhang, staring at the chaotic and lively "battlefield" for a while, turned his head and looked at Wei Fengniang, who was holding her arms and leaning against the door frame, and her face was full of interest, as well as those who seemed to have not seen the battle in the lobby, calmly tidying the harness outside the gate, and do whatever she should do.

Wei Fengniang looked at Li Tong sensitively. Li Tong withdrew her gaze, pulled Mrs. Zhang, and said softly: "My mother, don't be anxious, nothing will happen. Look outside, it seems to be a proper person."

"Well, I can see it too." Mrs. Zhang replied softly, "It's just that, but that's the seventh young master of the Mo family. Breaking some oily skin is a big deal. People are not afraid, so we... can't stand. Oh, it seems that this is not just broken pieces of oily skin."

Mrs. Zhang looked at Mo Qi, who was blue and swollen with her nose and swollen eyes, and looked at the pheasant bones and pheasant meat in her head. Her nose was bleeding and her face was covered with blood. She had already howled without a human voice, and Su Zilan, who was covered with vegetable soup and a long string of vegetable leaves swaying around on her hairpin.

Alas, this time, it’s not a big deal about these three, which bandits who speak the northern accent, is the disaster of this? How big a deal will it happen?

Manager Liu ran away quickly, then ran back quickly, carrying a fishing net on his shoulder, "Madam! Madam! The fishing net is here, take them..."

"Yes, who will cast a net?" Mrs. Zhang nodded.

"Me! I, I, I will!" The clerk who was following Manager Liu quickly agreed. Mrs. Zhang pointed to Ning Yuan in the lobby and ordered, "Looking at that person, you must stop him. Don't be anxious, take a breath, and spread this net well. After the net, everyone will pull together, use force, and quickly pull them down! Don't be nervous. After this matter, your boss will definitely reward you with great rewards."

"Yes! Madam, don't worry!" The guy took a deep breath, took the net from Manager Liu's shoulder, carefully shook it open first, wrapped one hand around the net rope, held the net with the other hand, took a deep breath, stomped his feet, and spread the net out.

Madam Wan found a clever servant with fast legs and told him to go to Baolin Temple to find Mrs. Qian to report the news. The servant ran out of the Gospel Pavilion, rushed past the mountain gate, and ran halfway through, and ran towards Li Xin and Wen Erye.

Ning Hai grabbed the servant, "Look at you, what happened? Why did you run away like this? Look at you like this!"

"It's amazing! It's not our wife and the girl, it's the Mo Xiang family... The seventh young master was beaten up! It's amazing! Let go, the wife asked me to go and report the message to Mrs. Qian, Master Ning, let go!" The servant said quickly. Before he finished speaking, Ning Hai let go and pushed him, "Then you go quickly, be careful! Don't fall!"

"Young Master Mo Qi was beaten?" Master Wen was stunned.

"Who dares to beat Master Mo Qi?" Li Xin was even more shocked, "Let's go and have a look!"

"Ninghai, hurry up and go up the mountain to find Lu Yan, tell him that Young Master Mo Qi has started fighting with others, go quickly! Let me tell you quietly!" Master Wen Er turned around and ordered Ning Hai. Ning Hai looked at Li Xin, and saw him nodding to signal him to go quickly. He agreed, turned around and ran up the mountain. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!