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At the beginning of the lanterns, the happy hall was already very lively, a purple-faced, dignified man, holding two big iron balls in one hand, constantly clanging "rattles", holding a beautiful woman in one hand, although he stood there motionless, but the source of qi seemed to be really not small, - compared to him, the people in the room were like chickens on both sides of the crane, and the women in the house were not enough to see.

A person Huo Ran opened the door, strode up and said: "Brother Zhang came from afar, in the cold autumn soul, the younger brother is not considerate." Leng Qiusoul laughed and shook hands with Zhang Xiaolin, as if he was familiar at first sight.

This "Zhang Xiaolin" is really a high-roller who spends a lot of money and does not change his face, and the beautiful woman seems to be used to it, he is gambling on pai gow on the table, and he lost 50,000 yuan after pressing a few handfuls.

The girls wanted to come up to serve, but when they saw that the women around him had retreated, because the difference was too much, the bet was already in the middle of the night, and there were only four or five gamblers left in this happy hall.

Zhang Xiaolin kissed the woman in his arms, endured the pain in his waist, looked at Leng Qiu's soul and said, "Why didn't my brother come to send two articles." Leng Qiusoul smiled slightly: "Little brother has this intention."

Leng Qiu's soul pressed 300,000, Zhang Xiaolin's face did not change his color and bet with him, and in the end, Zhang Xiaolin counted out 300,000 and said: "I lost."

Leng Qiusoul smiled and ordered the eviction: "I think everyone is having enough fun coming today, how about he come back in the future."

So everyone comforted Zhang Xiaolin a few words, but they were gloating inside: "I lost less than him."

Everyone was gone, Zhang Xiaolin got up and stretched his waist for a long time, and said with a smile: "Brother, you are really good, you can see it accurately, and you can kill it ruthlessly." Leng Qiu Soul sneered: "Really?" Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand like lightning, pulled out Zhang Xiaolin's waist knife, the cold blade was against his neck, and his eyes looked at the woman who was about to tell her not to scream, but found that the woman was not only not screaming, but very indifferent, without the slightest panic and fear, which surprised Leng Qiusoul, and said coldly: "Who are you?" What for?".

Zhang Xiaolin's expression did not move, and he said with a smile: "Isn't my brother joking?" I don't understand." Leng Qiusoul sneered: "You really don't understand? ”。 Leng Qiu's soul slapped his left palm on the table, and the two cards that were just deducted by Zhang Xiaolin on the table suddenly jumped up, turned over, and landed on the table.

Seeing that the two cards were exactly the same, Leng Qiu's eyes were sharper than the blade, and he said sharply: "You obviously won, why do you want to pretend to lose?" ”。 Zhang Xiaolin said with a smile: "The eyes are not good, I look wrong." Leng Qiusoul turned his words to look at the woman who was not in a hurry and said, "You are also wrong, don't you feel distressed about 300,000?" ”。 The woman said indifferently: "It's good if he likes it, why should I feel distressed."

Zhang Xiaolin never let go of the woman in his arms for a moment, Leng Qiusoul looked at Zhang Xiaolin's hand on the woman's waist, and said very uncomfortable: "I don't rub sand in my eyes, what are you doing here, friend, let's be honest...... Are you trying to win me over? What is your intention? ”。

Of course, Zhang Xiaolin saw Leng Qiu's eyes looking at the woman in his arms, lost his smile and said in a deep voice: "Brother Leng really has sharp eyes, yes, he did come here with a request, but this matter is not only beneficial to him, but also with your gang" Zhang Xiaolin smiled mysteriously and cleverly paused his voice. Leng Qiu's soul looked at him puzzled, his gaze gradually softened, and he danced a knife flower casually, "choked" the knife back to the scabbard and said, "In that case, why don't you come to see him openly?" ”

Zhang Xiaolin said a few words that were not painful, and when he left, he threw out three million hooks, and Leng Qiu was afraid that three million would fall into the hands of others, so he could only come truthfully.

Ximen Qian left Jinan, leaving only a letter to hand over to the soul chaser Yang Song, who is also Leng Qiusoul's uncle, the temptation of three million is too great, Leng Qiusoul took Zhang Xiaolin and the woman to the mansion to find his uncle Yang Song.

Leng Qiu Soul pushed open the black lacquered door that was hidden, and walked into the courtyard It was very quiet, there was no sound, the candles in the hall should have been reduced a long time ago, it was surprisingly quiet, and it was often too quiet for good things to happen.

Leng Qiusoul was about to pass through the courtyard full of sycamores, suddenly, a drop of water fell on his shoulder and inadvertently flicked, and the light through the back window shone on his hand, it was blood It turned out to be blood, Leng Qiusoul looked up in shock, and someone seemed to be beckoning to him on the sycamore tree.

Leng Qiu's soul got up and fell, there was only a bloody hand in his hand, nothing else, Leng Qiusoul exclaimed, shook the door open, Yang Song lay on the bed, sleeping very soundly, the pungent smell of blood made the woman's brows frown slightly, there were signs of being slightly turned in the room, Leng Qiusoul lifted the quilt, only the body, but the hands and feet were gone, Leng Qiusoul was a little unstable and said: "Five ghosts split the corpse."

Blood was still dripping on the wall, and it was less than half an hour before Yang Song's body was divided, Zhang Xiaolin said: "How do you know that it is the hand of the five bloody ghosts." Leng Qiu Soul said: "This is their usual signboard." Zhang Xiaolin said casually: "Signboards are sometimes borrowed." Leng Qiusoul didn't hear what he said, and began to search around, Zhang Xiaolin said: "What else are you looking for, that letter must be missing." The letter was really gone, Leng Qiu's face became terrifying, and he grabbed Zhang Xiaolin's shirt and said, "What do you have to do with this matter?" Zhang Xiaolin said calmly: "If it is related, will I still be here?" ”。

Leng Qiu Soul slowly let go of his hand and said, "How can you be so coincidental." Zhang Xiaolin smiled bitterly: "I've been very unlucky recently, why didn't you go to the Lingshi's room, I don't know if there may be new discoveries!" ”。 Leng Qiusoul walked towards the east wing with the lamp, and Zhang Xiaolin pulled the woman to follow.

Entering the east wing, the four walls of Ximen Qian's room are bleak, very simple, but there is a painting on the wall, which is neither a landscape nor a bird flower, but a full-body portrait of a woman, Zhang Xiaolin looked at the woman in the painting and naturally compared it with Lan Feng and said: "Together with Feng'er, you have immunity to beautiful women, otherwise you will definitely be hooked by the woman in the painting, why does Ximen Qian hang her portrait!" ”。

Lan Feng carefully looked at the woman in the painting, in addition to Yin Ji, she was the second one who could enter his eyes, and she was more tender and more beautiful than Yin Ji, and said in Zhang Xiaolin's ear: "Zhang Xiaolin, how can you be indifferent to the stunning beauty in front of you!" ”。 Zhang Xiaolin replied: "After reading Feng'er, see that everyone has immunity, okay?" ”。

As soon as the words fell, Chu Liuxiang instantly Zhang Xiaolin stepped up and said: "What a peerless beauty, if you can get her favor, what's the harm in throwing 30 million." Leng Qiu Soul looked at Lan Feng, whose face had not changed, and said, "Isn't the girl angry?" ”。

Lan Feng said disappreciatively: "Who made him like it!" Who made me like him! Is she Mrs. Ling? ”。 Leng Qiu's soul looked at Lan Feng, and his eyes became heavier and said, "The family teacher is still celibate." Lan Feng and Zhang Xiaolin looked at each other without saying a word, and the two went back to the room of the inn, Lan Feng and Chu Liuxiang ignored the guards who hugged them back all the way outside the window, and guarded around the room.

Chu Liuxiang watched Lan Feng take out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the ring, and began to paint quietly, of course Chu Liuxiang knew what Lan Feng wanted to paint, and did not bother, but after half an hour, Lan Feng handed the painting to Chu Liuxiang and said: "There is no coloring, but this is enough, I always feel that Ximen Qian's accident must have something to do with her, because heroes are always sad about beauty."

With a wave of his hand, he put everything away, Chu Liuxiang rolled up the scroll and put it on the side of the pillow, blew out the candle, held Lan Feng in his arms and rubbed Lan Feng's face with his beard and said, "I, the hero, have not been able to pass your beauty pass, and the cold autumn soul has not passed your beauty pass."

Lan Feng turned around and pulled Chu Liuxiang's beard and said, "Let's get down to business!" You can't be serious, and it doesn't feel good to endure the feeling of not scratching your nose! ”。 Chu Liuxiang looked at the gloating appearance of the person in his arms, leaned down and kissed Lan Feng, pried open his teeth, and caught the little ding tongue who was about to escape, Lan Feng couldn't help but bite the tip of Chu Liuxiang's tongue, glared at him and was about to get out of Chu Liuxiang's embrace. Chu Liuxiang turned over and pressed Lan Feng under him, greedily ingested her breath, wrapped around the tip of her tongue, Lan Feng felt a burning heat against her abdomen, Chu Liuxiang groped her knot, and was about to untie it and become one with her, but there was a sound of tiles on the roof, Chu Liuxiang suddenly withdrew the hand that had touched the skin, Lan Fengtian looked at the expression on Chu Liuxiang's face, couldn't help but smile and got into the quilt, hiding behind Chu Liuxiang, Chu Liuxiang also lay down and hugged Lan Feng in his arms,

Lan Feng tilted the corners of his mouth, his fingers slid on his chest intentionally or unintentionally, Chu Liuxiang leaned over and bit the tip of her nose and pushed it against her, as if telling her that she was making trouble and did it for her, Lan Fengtian quickly stopped teasing her fingers, Chu Liuxiang sealed her lips again, taking away her breath.