Before the start of the second volume, a friend said that traditional martial arts are just a few routines, so you can't do something innovative?

I thought about it, so I just added some absurd stuff to the second volume, and so there was this Blood Styx. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's a pity that this time the martial arts transformation path seems to have had a lot of failures, and it seems that I am not familiar with this mysterious plot.

I'll keep trying, the second volume of Blood Styx is, from my personal point of view, is indeed a failed volume. I hope readers don't criticize me too much after reading it.

With the courage to keep trying, you can brew a new school of martial arts, and my next few volumes will definitely make you feel that it is worth the ticket price! (Recommended Ticket)

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Ye Qiu returned to the familiar table, and in front of him were thirty plates of delicious dishes to commemorate his rise in the ranking of martial arts.

At the table sat Boss Huang, Monk Pukong and He Yifei.

Ye Qiu raised his teacup: "Boss Huang, I'll toast you first, and introduce such a lucrative business to me." ”

Boss Huang touched his beard: "Wang Qian, the chief dart head of Wuxi Wanli Dart Company, one of the four major dart bureaus in Jiangnan, came to me a few days ago and said that he would spend money to hire you to do something. ”

Ye Qiu stuffed a piece of incense into his mouth and said, "The bigger the source, the more welcome I am, and the more money I can make." ”

He Yifei took a sip of wine and said, "The bigger the commission, the greater the danger." ”

Ye Qiu said: "My son's luck has always been good. ”

The monk Pukong only eats with his head bored.

Ye Qiu said: "By the way, what is Wang Qian entrusted?" ”

Boss Huang shook his head and said, "I don't know, he said that he had to see you in person, and he would come back in a few days." ”

What you have to say in person usually involves deep secrets.

Ye Qiu poured a sip of tea.

It's a little worse than Old Man Hong's tea, Ye Qiu smacked his lips and thought.

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When the prodigal son is full, he generally thinks of women.

After sending off Monk Pukong and He Yifei, Ye Qiu slowly walked towards Leng Xiangyuan.

Ye Qiu said loudly as he walked: "Autumn is high and refreshing, fast and fast." ”

The singing voice is not good, but the person is very handsome.

Therefore, many daughters who passed by looked at Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu walked through the front door of Leng Xiangyuan this time.

As soon as he saw Ye Qiu, the old dove hurriedly greeted him with a smile.

In the eyes of the shopkeeper of Wanguan Qianzhuang and the old dove of Leng Xiangyuan, Ye Qiu was nothing else, just a stack of silver tickets that could walk alive.

Ye Qiu held a silver ticket high, and then went up to the second floor.

The twelve rooms on the second floor are lined up, each room has a hidden fragrance, and the women in each room are all over the country.

Ye Qiu was going to the sixth room.

Not everyone can enter this room, so Ye Qiu knocked on the door with two long and one short.

Yao Miaolan's slender fingers pressed on the third string, and she was plucking the first note when Ye Qiu came in.

What flows out of the fingers is the moon before the flower, and the autumn leaves of red beans.

Ye Qiu laughed when he heard it; "Miaolan, I'm back."

Miao Lan's red lips are lightly opened; "Congratulations to Ye Gongzi, you have made a lot of money."

Ye Qiu smiled: "I bought a gift for you." ”

A very gorgeous pearl necklace, each round and large, each of which is extraordinary.

Ye Qiu gently placed the necklace on Miaolan's piano and sat down cross-legged.

Miao Lan glanced at it and smiled: "There is no shortage of women for the prodigal son. ”

Ye Qiu sighed: "It's easy to get a good face, but it's hard to find a confidant. ”

Ye Qiu continued: "Miss Miaolan should fulfill her promise. ”

Miao Lan smiled and stood up silently.

A strong aroma struck, and then Miaolan's lips were pasted.

Ye Qiu was drunk again.

If a person who does not drink alcohol is often drunk, then he can only be a prodigal son.

Ye Qiu felt that the heavens and the earth were spinning, and if he was allowed to die at this moment, it would be worth it.

Ye Qiu was still enjoying his eyes closed, and Miao Lan's lips had already left his.

Miao Lan returned to the piano, put on the pearl necklace, and began to stroke the piano.

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There aren't many women I've ever loved.

Ye Qiu thought about it, and a trace of loss welled up in his heart.

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Ye Qiu was very drunk this time and slept until the evening of the next day.

When I opened my eyes, there were already three dishes and a pot of tea on the table, arranged by Boss Huang.

Ye Qiu snorted, it was Longjing.

Ye Qiu staggered to the table, picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth.

After pouring the tea, Ye Qiu's head cleared up a little.

So I opened the window and watched the sunset.

Ye Qiu looked at the sunset, but what he was thinking about was Miaolan.

Not everyone can watch the sunrise in the most expensive upper room of the Crane Man Building, and not everyone can live in the most expensive upper room of the Crane Man Building for a long time.

So Ye Qiu leaned on the lattice window and looked at it very pleasantly, thinking very pleasantly.

Until dark, the lights of thousands of homes are on.

There was no sunset anymore, Ye Qiu was still staring into the distance, watching a strange light float over.

Kong Ming Lantern Ye also played when he was young.

But the lamp flies in a straight line.

Ye Qiu looked at the bustling street below quietly, trying to find someone who used internal force to urge this lamp.

Until the light flew to the window, Ye Qiu didn't notice anything unusual.

Ye Qiu grabbed the lamp and turned around to look at the two big red characters on the lamp.

"Blood? Hades"

Ye Qiu smiled: "Good luck!" Good luck! ”

As he spoke, he found a long corner next to the bed and hung up the lamp.

The hexagonal lamp hanging next to the bed looked a little strange, and what was even stranger was that the fire shook violently a few times before it went out.

Ye Qiu had already closed the window, and there was no wind.

Ye Qiu pinched his fingers and counted,

It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival.

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The ranking of rivers and lakes changes dramatically every ten years.

Every time, a lot of newcomers can get on the throne.

All thanks to the "Blood Lamp".

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