Chapter 302 The Dancer

Time is at this moment, disappearing bit by bit.

But it seems that the people in the drunken ink building, men and women, old and young, do not know day and night, charming shadows and songs, endless.

I don't know when Cheng Tian ran back with a gray face, but he lowered his head, blushed, stuffed on the seat, and then drank a sip of wine.

Just as Yuhuang was about to ask what, suddenly in front of the drunken ink building, a stage filled with white air and the fragrance of flowers slowly rose. Everyone who saw this scene was slightly stunned.

It seems that there should be some performances or something on this stage.

The woman on the stage, with her cultivation in the early stage, is half crawling on the ground, wearing only a thin layer of black gauze. Through this layer of black gauze, you can see her snow-like skin.

The fiery red petals scattered from the air, blurring the woman's figure, and then the woman slowly raised a snow-white **, slender without a little meat.

This woman should be the dancer of this drunken ink tower, but although she is only wearing a layer of black veil, her posture can just cover the key parts of her body.

Then, the dancer was constantly twisting her soft waist and her soft jade arms. It's just dancing on the body without using any spells. It's easy to understand why so many people are willing to stay at the table in front of the stage to drink and taste dishes.

When the front of the dancer was just facing Gong Ziyan, her heart suddenly trembled. Is it Mo Yi? Why did she fall into the demon world?

When Gong Ziyan was thinking about it, the dancer looked at Gong Ziyan with a little excitement. Compared with the original smile, it was completely unusual.

Just looking at the dancer's reaction, Gong Ziyan knew that the dancer must be Mo Yi. Although she didn't know how she recognized herself as she is now, her eyes looked at her with a sense of pleading.

"Rou Niang, I want this woman!" A loud sound of slapting the table came from a table closest to the stage, which immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the dancer who used to dance on the stage immediately turned pale.

It turned out that this is a fat man with a big head and big ears. There is still a big mole on his left face and some oil on his mouth. It seems that he has just eaten something very greasy.

The main thing is this fat man, dressed in a top-level yellow magic suit. Although he doesn't look good, it can be seen from his service alone that this person must be from the extremely powerful family in the Fantasy Rock City.

"Master Huang, this is just the dancer of my drunken ink tower. Rou Niang and she swore with their hearts that they would not let her pick up guests!" At this moment, a middle-aged woman dressed in enchanting clothes hurriedly came to the side of the fat man in yellow. Although she was middle-aged, her charm still existed. It should be the old lady of the drunken ink tower.

"Well, I have been in isolation for many years, and I just came out today, but you told this woman that she didn't pick up guests. Do you mean to make trouble for me?" Hearing this, the fat man Huang's eyes widened, and suddenly rushed out two young men from his side.

Although this yellow fat man is the cultivation in the middle of the god, the young man beside him is already the cultivation of the late virtual immortal. It seems that it should be the personal bodyguard of this yellow fat man.

As soon as I saw the two bodyguards in the later stage of the virtual immortals, this Rou Niang, who was only in the later stage of the virtual immortality, suddenly turned pale and hurriedly smiled and said, "Master Huang, don't be angry. Rou Niang is just a difficult agreement signed with her, but Rou Niang still needs a lot of resources to advance to the virtual immortal period. What about it!"

Hearing this, Huang Pangzi smiled on his face, but he took out a few bulging storage bags from his arms. These storage bags were all golden and were extremely high-quality storage bags.

Seeing this, Rou Niang hurriedly put away the storage bags and wince at a man guarding the side of the stage. The dancer on the stage sat on the ground in an instant, tears slipping down.

These seemingly harmless and ethereal white gas is actually a kind of prohibition. This dancer can't escape at all. Even if she escapes from this prohibition, how can she face so many high-level monks?

Soon the dancer was dragged out of the white air. Just as she was about to be sent to the yellow fat man, a black figure fell beside her side, and then the dancer's body was covered with a cloak.

The two men who brought the dancer over somehow fell to the ground, and the dancer had steadily retreated with the black figure.

Seeing this, the yellow fat man's face suddenly changed, and Rou Niang's face was like dead ashes in an instant.

On the table in the corner, there was only one Orange Tian left in an instant, because Gong Ziyan saved the black figure of the dancer, and Yuhuang had fallen beside her at this moment.

"Yuan Ying's later cultivation, old woman, do you want to die!" The yellow fat man's face turned into contempt in an instant, and he stared angrily at Gong Ziyan, who protected the dancer behind him.

Yuhuang was about to take action, but was stopped by Gong Ziyan shaking her head.

Of course, after stopping Yuhuang, Gong Ziyan did not want to let go of this yellow fat man, but to clean it up in person.

When there was an extra black sword in Gong Ziyan's hand, the smile on the yellow fat man's face was even more, but it was cold in an instant: "The next magic weapon is used to deal with me. Are you kidding!"

"The next magic weapon is enough to kill you!" Gong Ziyan said coldly, and then for a moment, the yellow fat man's smile froze in an instant, and his body fell straight down.

Seeing this, one of the bodyguards suddenly changed his face and hurriedly took over the falling yellow fat man, but when he touched his body, his face was like dead ashes: "Dead?"

Hearing this, the two bodyguards suddenly changed their faces and were about to attack Gong Ziyan, while Gong Ziyan was just cold, and the black sword turned into two, which seemed to be just an attack by one person.

But since the attack, since it could not be stopped at all, it penetrated the bodies of the two bodyguards directly, but their yuan gods were still there, not like Huang Fatty, the yuan gods were destroyed.

In an instant, the originally lively drunken ink tower was in chaos. Those foreign monks hurriedly fled out, while the people in the drunken ink tower ran to their respective rooms in a panic, actually packing up and running for their lives.

Only the Rou Niang was left, and she was still stunned to stay in place, because she had never seen how Gong Ziyan killed Master Huang and his two bodyguards.

When the people in the original drunken ink building had fled, the soft girl ran to her room in a panic.

However, it was blocked by a yellow, powerful breath. This breath is the breath of the mid-body, dressed in yellow, tall and thin middle-aged man: "You Niang, what are you in such a hurry?"

"Huang, Master Huang, Master Huang's death is none of my business, yes, it's her!" Looking up and seeing the man in yellow in front of her, Rou Niang hurriedly pointed to Gong Ziyan on the side and said in a trembling voice.

Originally, this man was the father of the yellow fat man, but this one was tall and thin, and the other was short and fat. It's hard to imagine that the two of them were father and son!

"You killed my baby!" Master Huang suddenly looked angry and looked at Gong Ziyan coldly, but he did not take action rashly.

Because the ordinary middle-aged woman in front of her shows only the cultivation of Yuanying in the later stage, it is not an ordinary monk who can kill her son and two bodyguards in the later stage of the virtual fairy in an instant.

And there was a black sword of the lower magic weapon thrown on the ground, that is to say, she killed the three of them with the lower magic weapon!

Seeing this, Master Huang also had more panic in his heart for no reason, because the reputation of his Huang family is famous in Huanyan City, and almost no one knows it.

But this middle-aged woman dares to kill her son blatantly. Is her family background bigger than the Huang family? Although there are many famous ones in Huanyan City, they are more powerful than the Huang family. There are only a few, and I have never heard of such a number one person!

"It's me. If you come to avenge your son, you'd better go home early! There are too many killings today. I'm too lazy to kill you. Gong Ziyan looked at the Master Huang, but said coldly.

Although Master Huang is also of the same level of cultivation, in the middle of the combination, Gong Ziyan is already in the realm of great perfection, and her mind and spiritual power are extremely strong, and she is even a little stronger than the ordinary monks who are perfect in the later stage of the combination.

Therefore, killing Mr. Huang will only take a little more time than the three people just now.

Hearing this, Master Huang finally seemed to figure it out. He had just put away his son's body on the ground. When he was about to go out, even his body turned into nothing in an instant and disappeared.

"Beauty, you are so soft-hearted. How can you let him go? He went back to move the rescuers!" The thin laughter came from the body of a man in black.

Everyone who had seen this scene was a little shocked. Only Gong Ziyan had a calm face. Yes, the man in the palace was the wind demon master of the demon mansion, because it happened to be the third day she left the demon mansion.

"Thank you, Feng Mo Zun, for your action!" Gong Ziyan said lightly.

"You have done everything you promised me! Take this, it's what I promised you!" Feng Mozun smiled faintly and handed over a very good green storage ring to Gong Ziyan.

This green storage ring can be seen from the breath that it is an extremely powerful space treasure, which is absolutely many times more than the purple bracelet.

After peneting the divine consciousness into the storage ring, Gong Ziyan suddenly found Gong Xingyu's body. Because of excitement, she couldn't help exploring a few more times. After confirming that it was correct, she withdrew the divine consciousness.

"What Feng Mo-ru promised me really did it. He just took it out of your brother. Won't he blame you?" Gong Ziyan's voice was cold and light. If she guessed correctly, it was Fengmo's brother who invaded the demon world in those years. He was his enemy!

"My useless brother is still at the level of a magic fairy. Do you think he can deal with me?" Feng Mozun smiled faintly and then said, "I'll send you to the divine world now. If you don't leave, the powerful figure of the Huang family will come soon!"