It is better to be clean than to break my love. Love and hatred are all emotional obstacles.

If it weren't for the city of Yangzhou, there would be a king of electronic music. Wang Dinghe may be able to sit on the roof of Tzu Chi Hospital and become a Buddha. Ke Rao was born with a precept body, and he had a very deep and thick Buddha fate, and he only meditated for six months. I can't sit down anymore.

Because, karma is present.

The king of electronic music in Yangzhou City did not come after Wang Dinghe retreated, but came a year ago. It's just that with the deepening of Wang Dinghe's skills, he didn't hear the soul-hooking voice until a month ago.

A year ago, Cao Xianger killed nine Lingshan Yellow Foxes and twenty-four Snow Mountain White Foxes in one fell swoop at Tianling Ferry. And these thirty-three yellow and white stunners are all top musicians and stage dancers in Qinhuang Palace and the Slender Waist Pavilion.

Without the charm and soul of the fox spirit, there is the first palace of the Han and Tang Dynasties, the Qinhuang Palace on the first floor of Yangzhou and the Slender Waist Pavilion, and the business suddenly plummeted, until the end of the door can be crowded, faintly to be completely surpassed by the competitor "Mingyuefang".

"Ahh

"What the young master said is true! However, although Mingyuefang is in the skin and meat business, those girls don't eat purely by their faces. Playing and singing are also cultivated from childhood. You know this, young master. After Steward Jin finished speaking, he smiled maliciously.

The eldest young master of the Sang family laughed even worse. Because, he often patronizes the business of Mingyuefang. To say that they are only in the skin and meat business is indeed self-deception. The moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, the first square in the Qinhuai River. If it weren't for the constant suppression of them by the state, then the first palace of the Han and Tang dynasties and the first floor of Yangzhou might not be anyone.

Therefore, Cao Xianger's unintentional move invisibly changed the entertainment market of the entire Yangzhou City.

Until, two months later, the Sang family spent a lot of money to introduce this king of electronic music. Only then did they re-establish their status as the leaders of the entertainment industry, Qin Huang Palace and Slender Waist Pavilion.

At night, the moon is like water.

Wang Dinghe followed the sound. Move times, move times......

Getting closer, getting closer. By the time he walked to Lefang Road, the headquarters of Qinhuang Palace, he could no longer step to the beat of the drum. Obviously, the voice inside was extremely powerful. Before, he listened to it from the roof of a building a few miles away, and it was a breathtaking soul-stirring sound. Now, he listens outside the building a few meters away, but it is the sound of murder.

Wang Ding and Tianyan swept away, and saw a woman in red on the square stage on the second floor, dancing in her skirt. Behind the stage, a band of more than 10 people was wearing a cloak, pretending to be forced to move and move. Under the stage, there are thousands of people, twisting their bodies and shaking their hips, nodding along with the rhythm.

At a glance, it is an ordinary night club. Young people have too many hormones, and they always have to find a place to release them, so as not to cause endocrine disorders. However, Wang Dinghe is seen with the eyes of heaven.

No, everybody does. But almost every two people, there is a person, followed by a white phantom. The more weak and weak the person is, the heavier the phantom. The phantoms are large and small, some looming, and some are almost condensed into entities, but all of them are round and square mouth glyphs.

This phantom mouth is the messenger of the spirit. Specializing in the essence of young men and women. When the virtual shadow condenses into substance and breaks through the boundaries of the visible and intangible, it is the ghost king.

Wang Dinghe stood on the street in front of the gate of Qinhuang Palace, unable to calm down for a long time. Obviously, the king of electronic music, which makes the entire Yangzhou youth fascinated, is clearly a catalyst for uneasy kindness.

Stimulates the senses with sound.

Writhing with his body and lust.

Feeding demons with life!

It doesn't matter or not, Wang Dinghe hesitated. Don't expect him to defend the country and save the people. Even the roar of the road is a lie in the novel, and it is always so cruel in reality.

is so cruel that before Wang Dinghe hesitates, his life is not his.

I don't know when, a man in black has put a horizontal knife two fingers wide and four feet long on his neck.

"Who are you?" the other asked coldly.

"Amitabha. The poor monk is kind and has seen this benefactor. Wang Dinghe didn't lie, after six months of retreat, he had already decided to escape into the empty door. Dharma name: Compassion. As he spoke, he didn't care about the black-clothed man's horizontal knife, turned around, folded his hands, and said politely.

When the man in black saw that he was bare-headed and amiable, he withdrew his horizontal knife, but asked again, "What do you want to do?" When he said this, he was obviously a little nervous and lacking confidence. Because, Wang Dinghe's unfathomable momentum and this fearless peace made him feel afraid.

"Nothing. Come and have a look. Wang Dinghe really didn't panic. Ever since he lied and caused the death of both his parents, he has never told a lie. He was really upset because he couldn't stand the disturbing voice of the king of electric music, so he came to see what was going on.

Of course, he also saw what was going on. However, he didn't plan to care. However, the men in black were thieves, and when they saw Wang Dinghe's suspicious appearance, they put a knife on their necks and began to interrogate.

Fortunately, Wang Dinghe has just come out of the customs and is surprisingly peaceful. In the face of the black-clothed man's questions, he answered them one by one, and there was nothing wrong with them. The man in black saw that he was by no means an extraordinary person, and he did not dare to act rashly, so he finally had to withdraw his knife and release him.

However, the knife of the man in black did not dare to kill him at that time because he did not know his details. Before dawn, more than a dozen men in black surrounded Wang Ding and Tuan Tuan on the roof of Tzu Chi Hospital.

Because, when the man in black came to check on Wang Dinghe in person, he saw the green chicken feather at a glance.

The Green Pheasant Sacred Chicken is the first deity of the Shinto Sect of the Ghost Country. Even this green chicken feather is a sacred relic of the ghost country. This black-clothed man with a horizontal sword, along with the king of electronic music he protects, are all from the ghost country.

Of course, Wang Dinghe had already seen these black-clothed people sneaking up to the top of the building, but now he is stunned to learn Buddhism. The first time he discovered the enemy's situation, instead of fighting back in time, he mistakenly thought that this was the appearance of karma. It's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided. At the moment of crisis, we should also treat it calmly.

However, the demons did not give him a chance to cultivate a normal mind.

"Smack!" There was a crisp sound, and a dot rushed towards Wang Ding and his head at great speed.

That's right, it's a bullet! Wang Dinghe, who was stunned by the rapid bullets, actually stupidly recited Guanyin Bodhisattva, but he didn't hide.

"Bang!" I don't know if the opponent's marksmanship is inaccurate, or if his chanting of Guanyin has played a role. The bullet actually missed and hit the white wall behind him.

"Bang! bang!"

Three more gunshots rang out in a row. Without exception, they didn't hit.

This shocked the more than ten people who came around. Damn, could it be that this person's body is faster than a bullet?

"Boom-" More than a dozen bright and cold scimitars were unsheathed at the same time.

"Bang!" more than ten long knives slashed at Wang Dinghe's body at the same time. but it was like being cut into the mud and waters. The knife is fine, and the person is fine.

Everyone looked at each other, two trembling, almost wanting to go first.

The black-clothed man holding the horizontal knife slowly paused for two steps, slowly pulled out his quaint, dark, and cold four-foot horizontal knife, and slashed it at Wang Dinghe's head with all his might.

The other dozen or so people quickly closed their eyes and looked sideways. Because, they are confident, there is no one in this world who can withstand the impact of Tang Dao. Especially the handle of their martyrdom hall, a first-class Tang knife.