I want to know when the situation will be set, how to pounce, and the monthly pass will be paid quickly.

Now let's look at the shadow enchanting, the game tortoiseshell, the peerless double pride.

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……

He replied with a smile: "Maybe." ”

It's been a long time since I've seen such a noble Tsinghua makeup......

His eyes sparkled and seemed to reflect her.

Mr. Mu gently arranged his sleeves, and there was still a faint wood fragrance on the sleeves, which was the fragrance on her body just now.

"Is she a ghost? It's the girl's ...... Soul? ”

Someone barely spoke, and the voice sounded like a dream.

The latter thought sent shivers down the minds of the crowd.

She's a mountain spirit? Or is it a ghost?

If it weren't for the mess all over the floor, the blood all over the place, and the closets blocking the door, they would almost have thought it was a dream, a nightmare.

The overlords of the rivers and lakes were stunned at the empty interior - the windows were closed, the doors were still blocked, Mr. Mu was the killer and everyone watched, how did she slip away in full view?

The person who rushed over the fastest had already touched the corner of her clothes, but only grasped a touch of gold-inlaid purple silk, which was as soft as a dream, and a dream slipped through his fingers.

In the next moment, her figure was gone.

The skirt of the turn was still flying, and it swirled like a dance in everyone's field of vision.

But after that turn, she had regained her freedom.

"Choke." With a sound, a cold light flew out of his sleeve, forcing her lute bone.

Jing Hengbo was shocked, his body was suddenly turned over by him, his sleeves flew and he took her around without any fire, and her snow-colored dress fluttered up, covering everyone's sight.

Mr. Mu smiled faintly: "Okay." ”

The overlords of the rivers and lakes in the room gradually sobered up, and the eyes cast on Jing Hengbo were full of shock and jealousy, and someone rushed over and shouted: "Bother Mr. Mu, abolish her first!" ”

The Rakshasa screams gradually stopped, and she fainted, leaving only a piece of flesh and skin attached to her wrist.

She was distracted and lost control of the porcelain pieces, which fell to the ground with a thud, each stained with bloodstains, like a poignant petal.

Is this saying about himself, or is it admonishing her?

Jing Hengbo was stunned.

The voice was slightly lazy and hoarse, but it was beautiful, reminiscent of the sound of the wind blowing through the soft leaves on the distant mountains.

Mr. Mu's arm was gently pressed against the back of her neck, still in the posture of a friend watching a play on his shoulder, and his voice sounded softly in her ear: "If you want to gain a foothold in the tortoiseshell in the future, why do you want to come up and be hostile to everyone?" ”

However, now that she has lost the opportunity, these people have awakened from the chaos, they are not weak, and it is impossible to think of one person to mess them up.

These people should be taught a lesson.

However, she was still a little dissatisfied with Mr. Mu for letting the rest go.

When she heard Rakshasa shouting and begging for mercy, she understood why Mr. Mu did this. Thinking that Rakshasa is still the main messenger of the beautiful man's plan, I feel even more happy.

Of course, she did what she did later, and she now has extremely exquisite control ability, not to mention the possibility of turning the porcelain piece into a ghost and turning into Mr. Mu.

She didn't know that this was the hand of Rakshasa, and she instinctively wanted to take revenge on everyone, but with a slight wave of Mr. Mu behind her, all the porcelain pieces rushed towards Rakshasa with a slight wave.

Jing Hengbo's eyes also widened.

……

Could it be that there are really unjust souls in this world, and there is really retribution?

However, at this moment, the slightest chill in their hearts and the terrifying scene in front of them made them question for the first time.

I am weak-hearted, how can I lead so many people to raid their homes and destroy their homes, fight for their lives in this world where the weak eat the strong, kill to stop killing, compete for rights and interests, and expand territory?

They licked blood with knives all their lives, disregarded human lives, and had tens of millions of souls under them, never believing in fate, never fearing ghosts and gods, nor daring to believe or fear.

Especially when they remembered that it was the Rakshasa who had ordered the girl's hand to be cut off just now, they felt that even the blood seemed to have coagulated.

The overlord of the rivers and lakes in the hall stood stiffly on the ground, staring directly at this nightmarish scene, only to feel that his heart cavity was tight, his breath was suffocating, and he was chilling from his fingertips to his toes.

"Spare me! Spare me! I'll kowtow to you! Spare me, ahhh......hh

"I shouldn't have chopped off your hands to cook! You spare me! I'll give you a good burial! Shrine! Worship from life to life! ”

"Ahhh

She rolled and struggled on the ground, and despite the fact that the dish was still hot or sticky, she finally let out a heart-rending plea for mercy in a voice that was so terrible that it would have nightmares for three days.

Rakshasa now hopes that it is she who has her arms cut off with a knife, and at this time she feels that cutting off her arms with a knife is a blessing and a joy.

Blood was sprinkled all over the ground, at first sawing off the flesh and skin, and gradually it was snow-white bone chips, and the Rakshasa couldn't get rid of such a terrible Ling Chi saw, and fell to the ground tremblingly, rolling in the greasy dirt, and those porcelain pieces were still slowly sawing and sawing......

Rakshasa screamed uncontrollably in pain, desperately running around, trying to escape these hell-shattered, as if possessed by a ghost-like terrible porcelain piece, but wherever she ran, the porcelain piece chased it, colorful flying, really like a ghost, scattered and gathered, chasing endlessly, little by little, cutting, cutting, cutting......

Countless broken porcelain has been cut from the wrist of the Rakshasa, the broken porcelain is very small, and the wound caused is naturally not big, but there are many broken porcelain, going forward and one after another, cutting the wrist of the Rakshasa over and over again, just like a saw slowly sawing wood, and countless flesh and blood are sprinkled down like sawdust.

The overlords of the rivers and lakes stood indoors, stunned as they watched the scene in front of them.

The screams of the rakshasa were earth-shattering.

After passing through the knife, the porcelain pieces suddenly gathered into a bunch again, and with a thud, swept over her raised wrist.

But the body suddenly lost strength, the wall could not be broken, the knife hit the giant pestle, and the porcelain pieces suddenly spread out and flew away from all sides of the knife.

She raised her hand in horror and swung her knife, trying to break through the wall as she pushed the pestle away.

For a moment, her eyes widened, and she saw the porcelain pieces in front of her gathered into a colorful giant pestle! Rush at her chest.

However, just when she was proud of her shrewdness, the porcelain pieces of the whole room suddenly seemed to be taken away, gathered into a bunch, and appeared in front of her!

Even if this escape is too loud and ugly, it can't care about face at the moment.

Rakshasa was shrewd, she had been hiding in the corner, with her back to the wall, so that the porcelain could not surround her, but could only levitate in front of her, and she planned to break through the wall and escape if the porcelain did stab.

The porcelain pieces flying in the sky suddenly gathered into a bunch and went straight to the rakshasa!

But Mr. Mu was at this moment, behind her, and his sleeves shook.

No matter what Mr. Mu wants to do, first leave some deep memories for these disgusting tortoiseshell overlords!

Can't teleport, it's okay to control things, she doesn't do it endlessly, with a wave of her hand, the porcelain pieces fly down.

She felt a chill in her heart, a little incredible, she is now different from the beginning, why would she still meet such a person who can restrain herself everywhere?

But with such a support, she can't teleport.

He sat on the cupboard, one arm pressed against her shoulder, his lips close to her cheek, as if he were holding her shoulder and whispering in his ear.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a cyan silk robe, a light and elegant color, which she recognized as Mr. Mu's.

This breath was so startled that she even stood up her hairs - how could there be someone behind her? Behind him is obviously a cabinet! How did he get here?

Someone rested his finger on the back of her neck, and then, blowing.

In the next moment, the back of the neck is cold and hot.

Suddenly, his figure flashed and disappeared.

Seeing that the porcelain piece is about to pierce Mr. Mu with a thousand holes.

Everyone around didn't expect her to deal with Mr. Mu first, and they all showed happy expressions.

With a wave of her hand, the porcelain piece fell to Mr. Mu first!

Eat! Eat! Eat you!

In an instant, all the good impressions I had left on this person were ruined.

The one surrounded by the most porcelain pieces was Mr. Mu, who hated this person at the moment - whether he ordered this dish or not, but he actually wanted to eat it!

Outside, Jing Hengbo blocked the window, looked at the group of people, and sneered.

In the darkness under the table, Jian Zhizhuo listened to the movement outside and looked thoughtful.

Jian Zhizhuo pulled Qu Shaohong under the table, and the two of them stuck to the bottom of the table. The air flow driven by Jing Hengbo roared, lifting the table circumference, and there was no trace of these two people.

When Jing Hengbo smashed the dishes and lifted the table just now, most of the people either ran to the door or to the window, Qu Shaohong also planned to run to the window, but was pulled by Jian Zhizhuo.

Qu Shaohong, the big Taibao in the thirteenth Taibao organization, and Jian Zhizhuo, the second Taibao.

She didn't notice that on the back of the large round table, in the blind corner where the porcelain could not be attacked, there were two people clinging to them.

She controlled the portal, blocking these people, vaguely feeling that there seemed to be one or two people missing, but she didn't bother to check at this time.

Naturally, it was Jing Hengbo who made the shot, and controlling the windows, doors and porcelain tiles at the same time was nothing to her now. Ever since I practiced washing my panties and sorting them by color into a drawer, it doesn't matter how many things I do.

This unpleasant taste of waiting for bad luck turned pale.

At this time, the porcelain pieces are flying, most people dare not move, they are afraid to move, those porcelain pieces that are whistling around them, as if looking for the soft flesh on their bodies, will immediately pierce into the body.

Everyone was even more surprised, they didn't think that Jing Hengbo could control the porcelain pieces to fly continuously while closing the window.

Everyone shuddered and couldn't help but look at Jing Hengbo, but at this moment, Jing Hengbo was still busy closing the window, blocking everyone who tried to escape through the window - the windows of this restaurant were specially made, and there was iron-clad outside, once it was closed, it was not so easy to get out.

Everyone stood there dripping with oil, knowing in their hearts that these porcelain pieces would penetrate their bodies at any time, stabbing countless wounds, and possibly even cutting their meridians, burrowing into their internal organs, and penetrating their bodies......

Everyone looked at this scene in amazement, and didn't understand how these porcelain pieces could all fly up, control things with internal force, and everyone present could do it, but if you want to control all these broken porcelain pieces, large and small, to fly, like a snow, flying in such a huge space for so long without falling, no one has such a deep internal force.

Countless pieces of porcelain of various colors flew into the air, like countless hidden weapons floating and sinking in the air current, enveloping this huge box, and the sharp edges and corners of those porcelain pieces glittered in the light, whistling at their sides, enveloping them closely.

They saw a wonder.

The overlords of the rivers and lakes looked up in amazement.

The doors and windows on both sides were blocked, porcelain pieces were splashed all over the ground, Jing Hengbo waved his hand, and the broken porcelain flew up.

Jing Hengbo waved his hand, and a heavy cabinet on the side of the wall that was dedicated to tea sets flew up, blocking the door, and then bang, bang, and a bunch of people hit the door.

There was the sound of frantic climbing stairs behind him, and the footsteps were pounding, and it was the people below who heard the sound and rushed to the rescue.

Jing Hengbo raised his hand and closed the window with a bang, and the big guy who was about to rush out hit his nose and swollen face on the window.

The cups were poured, the soup was splashed, the crisp sound of porcelain shattering was incessant, the people at the table retreated in panic, and those close to the window even tried to go out through the window with their legs raised.

There were too many people and it was too chaotic, she didn't see who made it at all, and she didn't care who made it, immediately after the flashback, she flashed in, flashed to the table, raised her hand, and slammed over the whole table.

Jing Hengbo floated out at the right time and dodged a knife stabbed by him.

"Take it!"

"Someone!"

"Assassin! Assassin! ”

The figure flashed, and there was a scream. The hot oil splashed, and the men who were stunned by the beauty and the beauty were only then reacted and let out a burst of angry shouts.

Her long-suppressed anger burst out, raised her hand and slammed this pot of angelica century-old ginseng chicken soup on him!

It's really delicious!

Jing Hengbo didn't look at him, only saw the dish in front of him and saw the hand.

When she turned her gaze, he let it go again.

The masked man was looking at her. He had never stayed on anyone for too long, but from the moment she appeared at the door, his gaze had been on her.

At a glance, I saw the masked man in the guest seat.

She saw the plate of "dishes" on the table at a glance, and the fire flashed under her eyes.

This is a large round seat, the kind that can seat eighteen people. The tortoiseshell likes to discuss matters at a round table, which increases intimacy.

Before the words fell, the snow-colored skirt swirled, and Jing Hengbo had already appeared in front of the table.

It was this tray that reminded Rakshasa that she was a woman, and although she was shocked by the beauty of a woman, she was not addicted, she reacted the fastest and said coldly: "Are you a woman from Erfeng?" How can you be so rude, and you don't ......?"

But this suffocating beauty, the shape is a little out of place - she is holding a tray in her hand.

For a moment, everyone was in a bit of a trance, feeling as if they saw the king coming and the fairy descending.

She stands in the depths of the hall, gathering the colors of the world, and there is only empty and profound black in front of and behind her, like a famous painting, she is in the center, seizing the light of heaven and earth.

Since the hem of the large snow silk skirt is upward, it is a very beautiful and smooth body curve, and the eyes of others are still lingering on the beautiful body, and suddenly found that she has a snow neck like a jade carving, just marveling at the delicacy of the neck collarbone, and suddenly found that the face is absolutely beautiful, the deep eyes are rippling, the eyebrows of Dai Qing are far away from the mountains, the red lips are a touch of bright color, or a red face knife, the men's eyes touched, they trembled, and their hearts cracked with amazing wounds.

The snow clothes are swaying on the ground, the purple silk and gold edges, the heavy skirts are extravagant, and the tulle light silk gives birth to a bit of fluttering, as if there is a fairy spirit.

There are beauties in front of the door.

Mr. Mu didn't look at the hand, he turned his head to look at the door, his eyes jumped, this gentle and quiet person showed such a shocked look, everyone was surprised, his eyes were cast towards the door, and the person who was about to shout and scold suddenly forgot his words when he saw the person at the door.

The hand fell on the plate, still standing upright, to the sky, as if calling for a sign.

This sound was so sudden and intense that the banquet was shaken, and the "dish" in Rakshasa fell on Mr. Mu's plate.

The door was kicked open.

Before she could make a move, she suddenly "bang." "There was a loud bang.

Rakshasa's heart jumped, and he suddenly felt a murderous intention.

He raised his eyes.

"The first steamed beauty hands are the most tender and fragrant." Rakshasa immediately grabbed a hand and put it into his bowl, "Sir, please taste it first." ”

Rakshasa refused to give up.

Everyone pursed their lips, slightly disappointed. There is a sentence in my heart: This person's city is deep under the sea.

He didn't answer immediately, paused, and waited with bated breath before he calmly said, "Not bad." ”

"What do you think, sir?" Rakshasa asked with a smile.

He just glanced at it as if he were looking at the wall.

Because he didn't even have the slightest change in his beautiful lips, sneering and ridiculing, or the shock and disgust that everyone expected.

He looked at the hand, expressionless.

All the eyes, some cold, some ridiculed, some disgusting, and some probing, all fell on Mr. Mu's face at once.

Hands are cooked.

It's just that white, no longer alive, and it shines like a paste-like white.

Hands stand upright, fiddling into graceful poses. Petite and delicate, with ten slender fingers, the back of the hand is snow-white, the fingertips are pink, and the crystal on the nails is finely broken, and the light flows like a sword under the brilliant lights of the hall.

Blue and white porcelain plate, a pair of hands.

"This is truly a courtesy for the most distinguished guests."

"Soft as a lotus, delicate and fragrant, Mr. must like it tightly."

"Mr. Mu is pro, so naturally he wants to give Mr. face."

"Sure enough, it's a good dish!"

The eyes of the table must be fixed, and then, laughter rang out.

"The best indeed, is what you like." Rakshasa smiled and jerked open the silver lid.

He turned his fingers lightly around the wine glass, glanced out of the door slightly, and said, "The Rakshasa Sect Master is so solemnly recommended, naturally it is the best." ”

Mr. Mu's eyes slid over, looking at her no different from looking at the wall opposite.

She looked back at him without flinching, she knew that the angle at which she leaned over was beautiful, and her chin would look sharp, a kind of elf-like beauty, and this angle also showed off her plump and slender curves.

When Rakshasa came into contact with such a gaze, he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, but after the shock, he even more raised the challenge of "capturing him and subduing him".

For a moment, his eyes were as deep as a still lake, and fine pieces of snow and ice floated on the lake.

Mr. Mu raised his eyes.

Her hand pressed on the silver button of the silver lid and looked at Mr. Mu with a smile, "Guess what?" ”

"This is a dish specially prepared for our guests, you just praised it personally, and we made it for you while it was fresh." Rakshasa himself got up and placed the large blue and white porcelain plate in the center.

When Xiao Er came up with a new dish, she smiled even more proudly.

So the atmosphere at the table was getting colder, and everyone was a little unhappy to talk, only Rakshasa was still smiling, glancing at the door out of the corner of his eye.

For these dominant, respected bigwigs, this kind of "little brother" feeling is really uncomfortable, especially when the other party is obviously quite kind, but he is still unconsciously humble, just like he is contemptive.

Mr. Mu is a very strange person. Although he wears a mask, his temperament is not cold, and he can even be regarded as gentle and humble, and he is also calm when he talks about the world. But I don't know why, everyone is a little uncomfortable in front of him, and when everyone talks to him, they can't help but think about the words and can't let go. He seems to have a kind of majestic power that makes everyone dare not be presumptuous.

This table of banquets, the guests and hosts are not happy.

……

She watched the little two, holding the tray, and walked into the box.

No need to look at it, she knows.

Jing Hengbo stared at him and slowly stepped aside.

"That's not what you're supposed to ask, go away." He said coldly.

The little second looked up at the many people in front of him, and was startled, the silver lid slipped to the side, and he hurriedly blocked it with his hand, his face had changed.

"What's the dish?" She asked.

She flashed and blocked in front of the little two.

She leaned against the door and took her breath, when she saw a little two walking from the end of the corridor with a tray with a shallow saucer and a silver lid on it.

The tray seemed heavy in her hand, and she stared at the lid to see if she should open it. But I really don't have the courage, I'm afraid that I will see a pair of hands when I open it.

But now that she's changed her mind, she won't be done today without turning this feast upside down.

Originally, she just wanted to know about the tortoiseshell overlord and today's guests, but she already knew that it was the mysterious Mr. Mu who was invited, and by the way, she also wanted to hear what important plans these tortoiseshell overlords had.

Yes, shot.

The mood is too bad, and she is afraid that it will affect her waiting for her shot.

Jing Hengbo walked out of the room, did not go to the big box immediately, leaned against the door, and took a deep breath first.

……

The shopkeeper stood stunned for a while, and then said, "Hey", "I haven't told you yet, who should I give it to!" ”

When he came back to his senses, Jing Hengbo had already walked out of the room with a tray, and his steps were fast and steady.

The shopkeeper was about to smile and speak, when he suddenly met her eyes, only to feel as if he had been poured ice water on his head, and he trembled with shock, and he forgot even what he wanted to tell for a while.

She walked over, took the tray, and glanced at the shopkeeper.

Is it the hands?

She turned around a little stiffly, and saw the tray in the shopkeeper's hand, a large porcelain cup with a delicate texture of apricot yellow moire, still covered with a silver lid, and not a trace of heat was revealed.

Jing Hengbo clasped the window lattice tightly with both hands, and heard the tactful voice of the shopkeeper behind him, "Girl, it's time for Erfeng." ”

The person carrying the sack in the courtyard seemed to be a little surprised that the sack was suddenly opened, and with a grunt, he sealed the sack again and carried it out quickly.

This eats the world, kills the powerful.

For a moment, she developed a bitter hatred for the tortoiseshell, and even for the entire Great Wilderness.

Jing Hengbo stared at the white face in the night, feeling hot and cold.

She gave the opportunity to the little girl and sent her to death.

It belongs to the shy and cowardly little girl who was still smiling just now, giving her a seat, wanting a chance to serve her head but not daring to fight for it at all.

The face of the hibiscus of the clear water.

She raised her hand, and the bag in the yard suddenly flipped over again, revealing a face this time.

Jing Hengbo stiffened, only feeling infinite fear approaching in his heart, seeing deeper darkness in the depths of the darkness, peeling off traces of blood everywhere.

A severed arm that was snow-white, still dripping blood!

That's a broken arm!

She saw it clearly!

Jing Hengbo Huo Ran was covered in sweat and hair!

The bag flipped over, the mouth of the bag was slightly loose, and suddenly a piece of white stuff hung down.

The men moved the bags to a rack cart.

She leaned forward and saw several more people coming out of the hut, dragging a bag that was mottled and did not look very clean.

Isn't the kitchen in the front building, why is there someone delivering food in the backyard? And it doesn't look like a kitchen.

After a while, someone pushed the door open, and came up the front building with a plate covered with a silver lid.

Vaguely the hut was stoveed, there was smoke coming out of the chimney, but no one came out, Jing Hengbo stared without blinking, I don't know why, the darkness in the yard, the mystery of the figure, and the white gas floating in the chimney always made her feel mad in her heart.

The wind swept some trembling sounds, and it was impossible to tell where they were coming from.

Far away, the sound sounded subtle, and it was drowned out by the sound of silk and bamboo coming from the front building, and Jing Hengbo couldn't be sure if it was a miserable scream.

Then she seemed to hear a scream.

Strange, she didn't go to serve food, why did she run to the backyard? And it looks a little out of the way.

One of the figures seems to be the girl who served the dish just now.

The window faced the courtyard behind, which was different from the bright lights of the front building, dark and hidden, and only the dim wind lamps were lit, and in the dim light, she saw several people hurrying into a hut.

She couldn't sit still, so she got up and paced to the window to blow the wind, and the shopkeeper outside the house was informing her that she was going to serve a second course, and she hummed casually.

There seems to be a bad premonition in my heart, as if something not so good is happening.

Jing Hengbo suddenly fidgeted a little.

……

"Let's go, your good days are coming."

His smile also seemed to be maliciously.

The girl's eyes widened and she was gently pushed down by the shopkeeper.

"Yes."

At the corner of the stairs, he handed the girl to his subordinates and said with a smile: "Be careful, don't make it look bad, and don't make a noise that disturbs the interest of the nobles." ”

She waved her hand and winked at the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper smiled slightly, bowed down and left with the excited girl.

"yes, the hands are beautiful." She smiled, "If you like it." ”

In the Rakshasa smile, the malice was even stronger.

This is simply trampling on their face.

So carelessly, and then to a prostitute, throw such a precious pearl as a reward—the pearl is as big as a dragon's eye, round and white, and worth a thousand gold. The girl's eyes were so surprised that she almost fainted.

Everyone heard the perfunctory meaning of these words, and everyone's faces became more and more unsightly. Especially his attitude - according to the rules, if he really intends to cater to the master, he should take this woman to go, the more positive he is, the more face he gives the master, and the more respectful he is.

"The hands are beautiful." He smiled faintly. Throw a pearl. It's a reward.

But that glance was only to those hands.

Mr. Mu lifted his eyelids slightly and glanced at them.

"The first dish is served with many beautiful dishes." She smiled, "Mr. Mu, what do you think of this woman?" ”

Under her eyes, a slight malice suddenly appeared - since the temptation warnings didn't work, then you might as well make a heavy one.

Rakshasa's gaze fell on these hands.

Her hands were also like lotus flowers, snow-white and delicate, thin and not relictal, and the fine crystals on her nails were shining brightly by the brilliant lights of the room.

The girl knelt down and served the first dish, and in the green jade porcelain basin, the lotus-shaped bird's nest was open.

He glanced at the maiden the first moment he entered, but never looked up again.

Mr. Mu sat casually, with the back of his hand holding his chin shallowly. In the light, all you could see was his graceful hands, and equally beautiful pale red lips.

At this time, the overlords were not in a good mood, and no one had the heart to pay attention to the girl, the girl lowered her eyelashes, trembling slightly, and could not hide her slight disappointment.

She walked slowly, and her skirt dragged silently on the ground. The soup pot in his hand is not shocked.

When the door opened, the girl was a little nervous and stepped into the place where the overlords of the rivers and lakes gathered.

"Come in."

"Helper, can you serve the first dish?"

The atmosphere cooled down, and there was a knock outside the door at the right time.

Everyone was a little stupid, and their eyes were gloomy.

After talking nonsense for a long time, how big the other party is, how he started, what his strength is, and his future plans, all of them have not been touched, and everyone only saw a faint smile on the corner of his lips, hooking the night that was extremely bleak.

Threats and temptations, cynicism, side knocks, invitations and warnings, all the language techniques have been used, all the methods of beating people have been used, but the person in front of you is as absent as the wind, as majestic as a mountain, as flowing as water, like a bizarre dream—you seem to have discovered a lot, met a lot, but when you look back, you realize that there is actually nothing.

Everyone's expressions were fluttering, everyone's words were heaven and earth, and everyone's eyes were secretly sweeping him.

The table has been opened, and the guest seat is sitting young Mr. Mu.

……

Jing Hengbo looked at her thin back, submerged in the brilliant lights in front of her, and for some reason, her heart suddenly jumped.

The girl gratefully shook Jing Hengbo's hand and went with the shopkeeper, her palm warm and smooth, and silky satin-like touch.

The shopkeeper took a closer look, he himself is also a person in the rivers and lakes, and he is naturally very interested in women, usually he thinks that this girl is too thin and plain, at this moment compared with this house full of warblers and swallows, but he feels that he has a unique demeanor and is refreshing in front of him, and then he sees her wonderful hands, and his eyes light up and says: "The first dish is bird's nest mint lotus soup." Served by your lotus-like hands, they must complement each other. It's you. ”

That's a good thing. She immediately said, "I'm suddenly a little uncomfortable, or I'm a second feng?" It's my sister next to me, I think it's very suitable for the head of the head. ”

Jing Hengbo sighed and suddenly realized. Another story of a Qinglou woman who met Xu Erlang and wanted to be good.

"Hmm......" replied in a voice as thin as a gnat, "...... I...... I want to redeem myself, and I still have a little silver...... Mama said that if you don't bring it again, you won't give me a good ......"

"You want to go?" She touched her new companion's knee.

When she was fighting just now, she was always like this, so from beginning to end, no one paid attention to her.

Jing Hengbo also had plans to go out to see it, but when she glanced out of the corner of her eye, she saw the girl next to her, with her head down, her cheeks flushed, as if she didn't dare to say anything.

The shopkeeper set his sights on Jing Hengbo. Tou Feng chooses the most beautiful girl, this problem was quite a headache before, spring flowers and autumn chrysanthemums, who is the most beautiful? But not today.

So the girls are all vying to be the head of the bong to avoid disaster.

The three offerings will also be rewarded. Only Erfeng, sometimes there will be accidents, Jianghu people love to compete for ranking, who is the most distinguished escort, sometimes it is really difficult to determine - such as today's occasion.

Generally speaking, the head worship is the best errand and will be rewarded very heavily, and the first woman to go out is easy to gain the favor of the overlords, fly up to the branch and be an aunt or something, abound.

The so-called "first bong", "second bong", and "third bong" refer to the first dish, the main course and the final soup, which are served by the most beautiful woman who is selected to accompany them. The first is naturally dedicated to the most distinguished guest, the second is dedicated to the most distinguished companion, and the third is dedicated to the host.

After listening to it for a while, I realized that there is a rule for the banquet guests here, for the distinguished guests, there must be "the first Feng", "the second Feng", and the "Three Feng".

Jing Hengbo originally didn't like this kind of little white flower-like woman, but he felt that her smile was pure, and it was different from the woman he hated the most, so he smiled and pulled her to sit and listen.

She smiled shyly, wore a green Luo soft yarn, hairpin white hosta, and her posture was beautiful, and there was a charm in a group of women with heavy makeup. Especially a pair of hands, like jade and snow, the fingertips are crystal clear, very small and exquisite. She also seems to cherish her hands, and her nails are inlaid with tiny crystal grains, although they are not valuable, but they shimmer in her gestures, adding a bit of style.

Jing Hengbo ignored the eyes of others and entered calmly, but those women filled the stools, there was no place for her to sit, Jing Hengbo didn't care, and was about to stand against the wall to listen, when a girl stood up and gave her her stool.

Women, for the beauty of others, are always sensitive.

There were a lot of women gathered in the house, chattering, and when she entered, everyone suddenly fell silent.

Jing Hengbo went to the elegant room on the second floor, not far from the elegant room, which is the banquet living room, which is three rooms open up and made into a large room, which is extremely rich and prosperous.

……

There was a moment of suffocation in the crowd.

The silver mask was faint and cold, but the curvature of the smile on his lips was as bright as a summer lotus.

In front of the foyer, a man in a wheelchair slowly raised his head and smiled.

Some people took the lead, and the rest of them also stood up and met them.

Inside, the Great Taibao stood up first, the Thirteenth Taibao organization has been frustrated one after another recently, and deep down he hopes to get an alliance.

At this moment, when they looked at the group of ordinary guards, their eyes were a little more scrutinized, who knew how many strange methods were hidden under that ordinary face? This Shadow Pavilion can rise in a place as complex as tortoiseshell and others can't get their feet in it for a long time, and it really has some ability.

What's more, most of those who practice horizontal kung fu are trained in appearance, and they look tall and burly and different from ordinary people. But this guard can hide the horizontal practice of kung fu freely, this hand, the overlords have never heard of it.

This Mr. Mu has a kind of silent domineering, which is awe-inspiring.

Iron cloth shirt horizontal kung fu, many people have, but at this time, not many people think of this trick.

The quiet room was quiet, and the expressions of the overlords were not very good-looking.

The moment the wheelchair entered the building, the man exhaled, jumped up, unharmed, his companion threw him a robe that he put on at will, and watched his body slowly shrink back, looking like an ordinary person.

The entire Yulou Fang is quiet.

Before the jaw-dropping overlords could react, the guards had already crowded Mr. Mu's wheelchair and drove past the man's body. Hundreds of pounds of weight were pressed against the human body, and everyone did not hear any sound of bone cracking.

He used his body to "pave the steps".

Then he thuded and threw himself down the steps, and with a little luck, his muscles were solid.

A man walked a few steps, looking ordinary, his body swelled up with each step, and when he walked to the bottom of the steps, his swollen body had torn his clothes, and he simply threw off his clothes, revealing a body as black as iron and shiny muscles.

The guards didn't borrow or look for planks.

There are a lot of wooden planks in the surrounding shops, and the planks are planks, and the bosses will take the planks down, put them on the palms of their hands, shake them crackling, squint and smile at Mr. Mu's group of people, waiting for them to come to ask for a loan or ask for it, and then just right, beat him up for smoke.

Rakshasa glanced at the second protector Lei Shengyu through the window, Lei Shengyu looked respectful and stood aside, looking like a loyal subordinate who obeyed the orders of his master.

The feeling of getting back to Yicheng without saying a word is really fast.

Thinking of his guards, begging for or buying planks in the shop, and the frequent cold eyes, everyone laughed more and more happily.

The corners of the lips of the crowd sneered - the steps were paved with wooden planks. Pushing a wheelchair up is a solution, but can he borrow a plank from the nearby shops?

He stopped in front of the stairs, didn't look at the person in front of him, and said lightly: "Paving." ”

In the final analysis, face is not earned by trampling on others. It's earned little by little by strength.

With no one to support him, the door entered in a mess, and the shelf that had been put out before collapsed in an instant.

This staircase is granite poured by potting, which cannot be removed or stepped on.

No matter how big you are, how are you going to enter the door decently at this moment?

In the quiet room ahead, the overlords of the rivers and lakes showed a mocking smile.

He looked silently at the staircase, and behind him were the people who were silently watching him.

When Mr. Mu arrived, none of the bigwigs came out to greet him, and he stopped in front of the red-clad door, where there were three steps.