MTL - Ascending, Do Not Disturb-~ 26. Storm
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"The son, the slave is not good enough, you actually invite other women to live in our yard?" The niece around the man smirked, and the jade hand gently put on the man's arm and took the corner of his eye.
"Of course, you are the best, but your family has always been a man who loves flowers, how to be so beautiful and live alone in the inn." The man kissed the son-in-law's cheek and shook his hand in the glittering fan. Laughing and laughing, "This beauty, do you say it?"
He thought that the woman would panic or anger, but what surprised him was that the other pair of beautiful big eyes were actually a little bit... excited?
What is she excited about, shouldn't she be the man who is a beautiful woman? When you are teasing others, when the other person shows panic, fear, and anger, he will have a sense of accomplishment. This kind of curious and excited eyes can not only make him excited, but let him have the illusion that he is being tempted.
This feeling makes him a very young man with a sense of accomplishment.
"Are you teasing me?" The green-shirt girl walked over to his desk and leaned over to see him, in the black-and-white eyes, reflecting his figure. He unconsciously raised his body backwards. "I have seen you a little bit, I am willing to tease you, understand?"
"Oh?" The girl nodded and her hands wrapped around her chest. "According to the general rules, someone like you, someone will soon pick you up."
Du Jing patted the table and said: "Don't go out and ask, who is going to clean up the whole Qiucheng, know who I am?"
"I don't want to know." I saw that this younger brother had not repaired the fifth-order of the refiner. He was too lazy to care for him. He turned and gave the money to the shopkeeper: "Give me a room."
"Senior please wait a moment." The shopkeeper quickly registered, and waved a large collar with a gray cloth to the room, and collected all the valuables on the table. The most important thing for doing this is the eyesight. Du Jing Gongzi and the fairy, may have to fight.
"Stand up!" Du Jing stood up from the chair and pointed at the fan. "I let you go?"
"Okay." He stopped. "Since you insist on letting me know who you are, then you said, who are you?"
"I am the son of Qiu Chengcheng, Du Jing." Du Jing turned his fan. "When you are alone, it is not like a big door, what is it?"
"What is the relationship between a single person and a martial art?" He snorted. "The practice is not about speaking. Is it necessary for a group of people to lift the car and sprinkle flowers? Do you think you are singing on the stage?"
"The treasurer, take the best small house here." The wind rises, with snow and petals falling, and several colored women's nieces walk in. They have a faint scent of flowers and a cold face, as if others were not there at the moment.
The woman who walked among them was covered in light gauze, and the haze of the haze was flowing, and the beauty was like a fairy.
The diners in the entire hall were silent. The prostitutes seemed to have been used to the vulgarity of the mortal people. They laughed and threw the stone to the treasurer. "Clean up, our fairy will not be dirty."
Commanding this, she was carrying a copper flower smoked ball in front, leading the owner to the backyard, leaving the petals and dark fragrance of the floor.
"Cough." Du Jing coughed and kicked out the words "singing on the stage" in his head. He lifted his chin in the direction of the backyard. "Seeing no, this is the style of the big gate."
Looking down at the petals on the ground, I thought about a serious problem. How many flowers should I take to get all the way to the petals?
"Hey." Du Jing knocked on the table with a fan. "Woman, do you want to go with me?"
"The big beauty just walked over from your eyes, why don't you ask her to go with you?" He blinked. "Is it better than her?"
"What do you think, this disciple of the big door, can I get it?" Du Jing said with great sincerity, "I am not stupid." Even if he is awkward, he is also a jealous and savvy, resolutely determined. Do not provoke, bullying is hard to be his life motto.
"Then you are still very amazing?" He turned a blind eye, too lazy to care for him, turned and went upstairs.
"Hey, I told you, you must go with me today..."
Du Jing’s words have not been finished yet. I saw this cute and lively girl flying a sword in her sleeve. The sword exudes Yingying Jinguang, and the tip of the sword points directly at him. It is less than one cent away from his head. the distance.
"It's a top-grade instrument!" The woman who was tired of Du Jing quickly retracted her hand and was scared to hide from the side. She dared not approach him again.
"Yes, there is something to say, the sword is not elegant." Du Jing hid hiding to the side, the tip of the sword moved away, the cold sword stabbed his eyes, the cold sweat could not stop Indecent. What is the identity of this woman, even the shot is the top product?
“Is it?” He said, “But I think it’s not elegant to play girls, what do you think?”
"I think you are right!" The big drops of cold sweat flowed into the neck, and Du Jing was afraid that the sword would be shaken inadvertently, and he flew into his mind.
"Detailedly speaking, Qiu Cheng is still attached to the Yunhua Gate. Yunhuamen has always been a disgusted woman." He waved his hand and collected Feijian. "I know that a Yuan Ying ancestor played Yunhuamen two years ago." What about the disciple?"
Du Jing wiped his sweat and nodded.
"What is his final end, do you know?" asked with a grin.
Du Jing was a stiff body, and sweat didn't dare to wipe it. "The fairy is forgiven, the fairy is forgiven, and will not do this again after the next, and leave." After that, even rolling and rushing out of the inn, not even back a bit. I was afraid that I ran slowly, and the sword in my hand was poked on them.
The innkeeper was relieved, but it was okay, not playing. He bent down and released the lucky tricks hidden in the drawer.
箜篌 Go back to the room, put all the quilt pillows on the bed and put them aside, and take out the quilt pillows from the storage ring. Ling Hui Shijie told her that many quilts in the inn were not clean and they were more assured with their own.
Still, the realm of comprehension is so good that so many things can be stuffed into the storage ring. If it is in the dusty world, the things she brought out must be loaded with several carriages.
Lying on a strange bed, I can't sleep, just get up and play for a while, let the aura run around. The inn is very quiet and quiet as if there is no sound in the whole world.
"what!"
The screams of screaming broke through the night and broke the silence of the inn. He put on his coat and distracted his hair. He opened the door and ran out. When I got downstairs, I saw a woman fell to the ground. The color coat on her body was stained with blood by a large amount. The most terrible thing is not the horrible wound in her body, but the strange and stiff smile on her face.
This woman is the prostitute who spoke with the shopkeeper today, and now she is dead.
"Yuelian." The robes of the robes who were coming were very ugly. They turned and looked at the guests who came over from the inn. They said coldly: "The murderer is in you."
"Sister, the heart of Yuelian is not there." A prostitute panicked, "There is blood on the body..."
The house was full of blood and smell, and the taste of the dead. I looked at these angry and sorrowful prostitutes, frowning, and inexplicably thought of the girl who had teased her and said that she would take her away. Does that know what it is, or is it just a coincidence?
"What happened?" The woman in the fairy dress walked out, her hair was loose, but she didn't wear a veil, revealing a beautiful face. It was only at this time that the people in the inn were shocked by the death of Yuelian, and it was too late to shock her face.
"Girl, Moon Lotus is dead." A niece replied with a red eye.
The woman frowned, and quickly walked forward, bent over and explored the wrist of Yuelian. She wiped her hand with a handkerchief and turned to the crowd: "You are the cicada of Zhaozong, and the cause of death of the next prostitute is very suspicious." I also ask you to give me a few thin faces and answer a few questions."
"The original fairy was actually the Libo fairy of Zhaozong Zong, and he was disrespectful and disrespectful. The death of the people of your school is so miserable, it should be clearly checked."
"Is the fairy, I know everything in the end."
"Thank you all." Seeing everyone giving face, Cui Bo looked good for a few points, and her eyes swept over the crowd. "I don't know who you think is suspicious among you?"
Everyone, look at me, I see you. Although everyone dare not offend Zhaozong, they can't do anything to offend people. No one talks for a time.
Libo also knew what they were worried about and let several prostitutes hold the door. Then, "Well, who have entered the room tonight, have you come out again?"
Looking at Libo slyly, I feel that this female comprehension is good-looking. The loose hair is good-looking, the hands are good-looking, the whole body is beautiful, and the appearance of anger is self-contained. Such a beautiful woman asks questions, even if her question is a bit ridiculous, probably no one is willing to answer her.
Sure enough, everyone was very comfortable with the problem of Libo. They all said that they had not left the door, and they also pulled the guests next to prove it for themselves.
The murderer not only killed the moon, but also dug her heart and sucked up the blood on her body. This must not be the means of the orthodox monk. But the bad guys won't be engraved on the face, and if they are intentionally concealed, no one can see it.
"Oh!" Hearing the moving big **** and running out, seeing the dead body on the ground, he was scared to go back a few steps: "How come and die again?"
“And?” I grabbed the focus of this sentence and looked at the ordinary woman. “Is this inn, something similar happened?”
Realizing that she said that she was leaking, the woman turned blue and did not dare to approach the body: "No, no, not our inn. One month ago, on the evening of November 15, a girl died in Fengxiang Inn. It is said that there are no internal organs, and the blood on the body is sucked up. They all say that this is a demon affair. The city owner sent people to inspect the whole city, and no suspicious people were found. I did not expect..."
Is it evil?
But if the evil spirits take people to practice, he should also pick the people who can't afford the eyes. Why do you choose to pick up the prostitutes of Zhaozong? Isn't this making things bigger?
It’s hard to be done, is this a cult that likes to cause a sensation?
Master said that good people are the same, and bad people are strange. Their ideas and means are beyond the understanding of normal people. It’s a pity that a woman like a flower is killed in the claws.
