Chapter 100 gloomy

The swords are cold: "I'm not here to consume, I'm here to find someone."

"Look for a man, right?" The old lady smiled and withdrew the ticket into her arms and waved the handkerchief in her hand: "Girls, they are all out."

For a while, the girls with loose postures wrapped in pajamas appeared in the corridor one after another. The drunken red building in the town is very high. There are dozens of layers. The girls touching the rouge powder leaned against the hook bar in groups, at least making the sword clan dazzling.

"Which man are you looking for?" The old lady's face was full of smiles. The sword clan was speechless for a moment: "I really want to find a prince."

"Girls call out all the men in your room. This gentleman is looking for a man." The old lady waved the handkerchief in his hand.

The girl of Yingying and Yanyan suddenly laughed and leaned forward and backward. More than a dozen girls turned into the room and pulled out several unlucky prostitutes.

The eyes of the swordsman swept over the princes, and his eyes were bright, and a purple figure appeared in the eyes of the swordsman. The swordsman pointed to Dugu Caihua: "Wake him up."

"He?" The old lady pointed to Dugu picking flowers, and her face was a little hesitant.

"Is that right, it's him? Is there any problem?"

"He wrapped down the pavilion upstairs and paid a three-day deposit, plus four girls."

The sword clan is speechless. Dugu picking flowers is simply a god-like existence. Looking at the expression of the pimp, he is reluctant. He dares to pick flowers alone in the heart of this pimp.

The swordsman took out a hundred legal coins from his sleeve: "Go and pull him down."

Money can make ghosts grind. In a brothel, where rich people are masters, and if you don't have money, you can have a piece of shit. This is even more so. The old pimp took over the * handed over by the sword clan with a smile, and the smile on her face was even brighter. The madam motioned to several turtle slaves around her, and several turtle slaves immediately stamped to the ground and flew away. Go to the attic and drag Dugu picking flowers and flying down to the ground.

The old man rubbed around the sword clan attentively: "This prince, are you going to teach this man a lesson? Why don't we do it for you? Don't worry about the big business. We will only charge a little service fee. It's absolutely not expensive. It's really cheap.

The sword clan is an eye-opener today, and there are people in any place. Jianxiao shook his head with a smile: "Just wake him up." As soon as the sword clan's words fell, several turtle slaves did not wait for the old pimp to signal. They walked to the side of Dugu picking flowers and pulled up the flowers. One of the turtle slaves raised their palms, and the sharp applause reached the ears of the girls, and also entered the ears of the sword clan.

Looking at Dugu Caihua being slapped, more than a dozen girls laughed more happily, and those prostitutes also coaxed, and some people even rolled up their sleeves to prepare for a few experiments. The swordsmen are really anxious. To be honest, the swordsman's original intention is to wake up and pick flowers and let him wake up. At most, it's just splashing water. The swordsman has never considered such a thing as slap.

The sword clan quickly walked to the side of Dugu picking flowers, with his right leg and two feet, directly knocked the other party down. The sword clan held Dugu picking flowers with one hand: "Pick flowers, wake up."

"My son, several of my subordinates have been offended." At this point, fools know what's going on. The old pup was a little panicked and looked at several turtle slaves around him. The latter was even more full of momentum and knelt on the ground one by one begging for mercy.

The sword clan helped Dugu pick flowers and walked out of the brothel with a gloomy face. As for the group of turtle slaves on the ground and the panicked old woman, the sword clan did not want to pay attention to it at all. As for the accusation, the sword clan was even more disdainful, and the urgent matters at hand were still waiting to be dealt with by themselves.

"When you pick flowers, wake up." Smelling the smell of wine and rouge powder on Dugu Caihua, the swordsman felt uncomfortable.

"Beauty, I want to kiss you." Dugu picked flowers and bulged the pig's lips and came up.

The sword clan is in a completely defeated situation. Is it really a slap in the mouth? The sword clan rejected their thoughts in their hearts, and punched their right hand. They hummed at the descendants of Dugu picking flowers a few times, and a sharp pain poured into Dugu's forehead.

"It hurts so much." Dugu Caihua woke up in the blink of an eye, and his eyes stared fiercely at the Soege swordsmen beside him with blood.

"You finally woke up."

Looking at his boss, Dugu Caihua straightened up and touched his face: "Why is my face so hot?"

The swordsman burst into tears and didn't really find the truth everywhere: "Let's go to a place with me."

"Bright, why am I outside? Shouldn't I be in Zuihonglou? How can I be here, girls, Jiangzhou Daqu?

The swordsman was speechless: "I have pulled you out. He said he had something to do with me.

"Why did you call me? I ordered four red card girls in Zuihonglou and paid a deposit for three days. I only slept in the morning. I'll sleep for a while." As soon as Dugu Caihua finished saying this, he casually pulled a stool and did it. A lazy man tied to the table.

The swordsman couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to sit on the edge of the table and think about it. Looking at his virtue, this guy must have done a lot of immoral things last night.

"Son, would you like a bowl of Yangchun noodles?" An old man appeared beside the sword clan.

Then the swordsman looked up and paid attention to it. It turned out that this place where Dugu picked flowers was actually a noodle stall: "What's there?" The swordsman asked.

"Yangchun noodles, drunken duck, boiled wine and pancakes, that's all the stall business."

"Let's have some cooking pancakes." The swordsman was very casual and immediately looked around. The swordsman looked around in private and did find that the place where he was standing now was actually not much different from the place described by Jian Xiao. Soon, the sword clan found the room mentioned by Jian Xiao.

So last night, Wanrong took a big circle with the sword flute. The swordsman thought of this and stood up and looked elsewhere. The drunken red tower is not far away. It is indeed not the front door. Only then did the sword clan realize that they dared to come out of the back door. However, the back door doesn't look very different from the front door.

"Who is the prince waiting for?" The old man asked cautiously.

The swordsman shook his head and sat down again, picked up his chopsticks and pointed to his goal, which was the house: "Why does that place look so gloomy?"

The old man listened to his expression and mourned: "There used to be a family there, but unfortunately, the man in the family was indeed paralyzed in bed. Later, the whole family died strangely. It is said that the evil spirit asked for his life. From then on, no one lived in that house.

The swordsman nodded: "Is there really no one to live?"

The old man nodded: "I live next to that house."

"What will happen there that night?"

"There is no one living in that place. It's quiet, gloomy and humid. How can there be any movement?" After saying that, the old man laughed at himself.

"Can't you hear anything at night?" The swordsman still is a little stubborn and wants to break the casserole and ask to the end.

The old man was a little annoyed: "You young man, why do you ask so many questions? The old man has lived here for so many years, does he still want to lie to you, a foreigner?

Seeing that the old man was already a little angry, the swordsman silently turned his eyes to the cake, and the afterglow from the corners of his eyes did sweep to the room from time to time. There are deep doubts in his eyes, and the doubts hovering in his mind are even more worried. The swordsman has an instinctive foreboding that there must be something hidden in that house, and this secret must be related to the fragments. At this time, the swordsman almost instinctively thought of the mysterious soul chasing jade fragments.

After thinking for a long time, the dough cake in the swords's hand did not bite, and he did continue to ask the next question: "That family passed away a few years ago."

"Are you such a strange young man? There is no need to ask these strange questions at breakfast. The family has been dead for many years."

The swordsman nodded and began to bite the cooking pancakes in their mouth. They really couldn't taste anything. They knew what was going on, but what secrets were hidden in it. Thinking of this, the sword clan has made a decision to check. Maybe someone has been resurrected by the Xuanhun chasing jade fragments. There is a lot of Xuanhun's jade fragments in this matter. Of course, the fragments will splash everywhere, and they have their own responsibility.

Thinking of this, the sword clan began to push Dugu to pick flowers again: "Wake up."

"Damn, is there any mistake? I haven't slept enough yet." Dugu waved his hand and didn't say anything.

The swordsman also simply kicked him directly: "Have you slept enough to wake me up?"

With a click, the stool broke, and Dugu picked flowers and sat on the ground.

"Damn it, you are so perverted."

The sword clan spread out helplessly: "It's not like I told you not to stay up at night."

"Don't you know that I was 18 times a night yesterday?" Dugu picked flowers and shouted and stood up from the ground.

The swordsman's chill: "You played several rounds a night, as if it's none of my business. If you quarrel again, I will deduct your salary."

"B bitch." The painful roar of Dugu picking flowers resounded through the whole stall.

"Let's go, we have something to go."

"Get out, there must be nothing good?" After picking flowers, Dugu picked up a boiled cake from the stall and stuffed it into his mouth: "Where are we going?"

The swordsman threw out an ingot of silver casually: "Just follow me. Why so much nonsense?"

"I call asking for advice with an open mind." Dugu Caihua said shamelessly.

Swordsman: ",,,,,,,." Is there anything more cheap than picking flowers? It seems that this person is unparalleled in the world.

"Damn it, such a heavy yin?" Dugu picked flowers and took out a compass from his arms.

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