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At this moment, it was noon, but Linglong Pavilion was unusually hot.

You must know that in the Linglong Pavilion, there is no concept of day and darkness, only the creed of having money to enjoy happiness and no money to get out.

In a nice big room.

A man who seemed to be weak was closing his eyes and listening comfortably to the gentle sound of the guzheng behind the gauze tent. On either side of him sat a woman of good looks, her clothes half-exposed, her breasts half-exposed, revealing large areas of snow-white skin.

A man with a wine cup carefully fed the weak man.

The other carefully peeled off the skin of the purple grapes worth one tael of silver at that moment, and carefully put them into the man's mouth.

Enjoying the wine and eating the fruit, the man's face was intoxicated, and from time to time he stretched out a pair of wolf claws, groping up and down the white bodies of the two women on the left and right, causing him to keep making soft noises.

A tune ends.

The woman behind the gauze got up and bowed slightly through the gauze tent.

"Reward. ”

The man waved his hand, his expression was extremely chic, and he took out a silver ticket from his arms and threw it on the table.

Needless to say, the woman who was in charge of feeding the wine hurriedly got up, picked up the silver ticket and handed it to the woman behind the veil.

"Thank you, Childe. ”

A whisper came out, tactful and crisp, with a hint of ethereal.

The man's expression couldn't help but be happy, and immediately showed a trace of pain.

"Zihan, don't you understand my heart for you?"

The man clutched his chest, his expression a little depressed.

"Childe's heart is on his own body, how can Zihan know, today Childe will reward 100,000 silver, and Zihan will play another song for Childe. ”

The words fell, and the sound of the guzheng came out again.

But the man lost interest in listening to music.

glanced at the people around him, the beastly hair, the body stood up, picked up the beauty on the right, his eyes lit up, and he threw it directly on the messy big bed, and some emaciated bodies pressed it directly.

"Beauty, you also come here, today I want to be slept together. ”

In the midst of Jiao's gasp, the man's words came out.

"It's annoying. ”

A coquettish voice spoke, but the beauty sitting at the table couldn't wait to send the plump body over.

The sheep is like a wolf's mouth, and it is delicate and panting.

But after the veil, he was unmoved.

The sound of the guzheng is sometimes like a trickle, and sometimes it is like a mountain waterfall roaring down the natural realm, blending into it.

After a while.

The sound of the guzheng came to an abrupt end aptly.

Snuggling on top of the plump body, the man's eyes showed a beast-like light, and his greedy eyes stared at the gauze tent, and he couldn't wait to go up and correct it on the spot, and fight for three hundred rounds.

But all this can only come to mind.

Just when he wanted to get into the wrong, the closed door was suddenly pushed open, and a thin body walked in, on top of a robe, a gold thread embroidered with a gold ingot, and on his chest, a lively Pixiu was looking up at the sky, and the whole person looked like a rich man who was a dime off.

"Mr. Wen, someone wants to see you. ”

Someone came and spoke.

Mr. Wen, who was resting on the big bed, couldn't help frowning, he naturally knew very well who wanted to see him, but looking at the beauty behind the gauze tent, there was an itch in his heart, the more he couldn't get it, the more he wanted to get it, these days, his desire to get Zihan had reached the point where he couldn't restrain it.

This Zihan is a well-known character in the Linglong Pavilion, who plays the guzheng well, and does not sell his body.

Mr. Wen almost pressed all his family property, but it was to no avail, and Mr. Wen was also a little annoyed by the polite but rejecting attitude of others.

"Got it. ”

Mr. Wen said casually, but there was no movement to leave, on the contrary, the whole person fell into the gentle township.

"Mr. Wen, someone wants to see you. ”

The person who came deliberately raised his voice.

Mr. Wen sat up suddenly, unscrewed his boots under the bed and smashed them towards the visitor.

"Zhang Xiaoyu, you bastard, don't disturb Lao Tzu's Yaxing. ”

Mr. Wen roared.

The two beauties behind him were hiding under the quilt, trembling and looking afraid.

This Mr. Wen can not give Zhang Xiaoyu face, but the two of them are very scared when they see this Zhang Xiaoyu, you must know that everything in this Linglong Pavilion belongs to Zhang Xiaoyu, and if you can work hard in the imperial capital, the strength and means of this Zhang Xiaoyu are naturally unpredictable, in the Linglong Pavilion, no one is not afraid of seeing Zhang Xiaoyu.

There was once a big name in Linglong Pavilion who made a little bit of a little temperament against Zhang Xiaoyu, just pulled his face, and Zhang Xiaoyu was directly sent to the beggar's nest, so that those beggars who had not touched a woman for several years or even decades had a good vent, think about it, every day, every moment is under the ravages of beggars who smell all over their bodies, and the heart of the card is dead, but unfortunately without Zhang Xiaoyu's order, she really can't die.

A month later, the head card who pulled the company to Zhang Xiaoyu knelt, cried, and begged for Zhang Xiaoyu to kill her.

Zhang Xiaoyu was also simply pulled, and directly let people pull them to feed the two big wolf dogs that are rare on weekdays.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

The people in the Linglong Pavilion were all trembling when they saw Zhang Xiaoyu.

With a hand stretched out, Zhang Xiaoyu took the boots thrown by Mr. Nawen, looking very calm.

However, those who are familiar with Zhang Xiaoyu know very well that the calmer Zhang Xiaoyu's expression is, the more serious the consequences will be.

No more words.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked to the big bed with a boot.

Mr. Wen's is on fire.

"You"

Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu coming over, Mr. Wen couldn't help but speak up.

The next moment, the sound stopped abruptly.

Zhang Xiaoyu twisted Mr. Wen up, and the boots in his hand were smashed out unceremoniously.

One time.

Two clicks.

A snapping sound sounded, and Mr. Wen let out a wail like killing a pig.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't show any mercy.

Leaning on a boot, Zhang Xiaoyu forcibly broke Mr. Wen's right leg.

Throwing Mr. Wen to the ground like a chicken, Zhang Xiaoyu slowly squatted down.

"Next time, if you ignore Lao Tzu again, Lao Tzu will break your third leg. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu's voice was still very calm, just like his calm look.

Mr. Wen was already with a nose and tears at the moment, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, and nodded again and again.

Zhang Xiaoyu finally showed a smile.

"Someone came and carried Mr. Wen out for me. ”

Standing up, Zhang Xiaoyu said loudly.