"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know what year the heavenly palace is, what year is it in the past・・・・・・"

The song of white rose has been very well placed by Yang Lin in terms of ethereal charm, what is lacking is just a little sense of depth, after all, she is only about twelve years old, the girl's body has developed early, she looks very close to the little girl, and the girl's feelings cannot be covered up by music, but what Yang Lin doesn't know is that these old prostitutes on the scene like this kind of girlish feelings, just like the old perverts in later generations like the combination of young and beautiful girls, they automatically ignore the gap between the artistic conception of the lyrics and the singer, There was a frenzy of crooked fanatics in my head.

Li Wudao was very unwilling to lose to Ji Wutong, but the heavenly concubine on the stage did not say that Ji Wutong's bracelet was worth more than the 30,000 yuan he offered, and hesitated for a moment, he felt that since he was looking for a reason to spend money, it didn't matter if this money was the highest, anyway, he had to spend it, so he decisively called the little guy who delivered the wine and food to send money to his boy to send money, and when his eyes were again out of the attraction of the white roses and looked at Ji Wutong's head, he found that the goods didn't know when to leave.

Ji Wutong is not leaving, he is also looking for someone to pass on the message, unlike Li Wudao who casually recruited a small servant, he wants to find his divine servant, he wants to pass on an exact news to the gods and people, there is really a store like them in this world, and that store is very powerful, even the songs that are sung casually are fairy scenes, this information is too important to the gods and people.

"This old guy won't be secretly hiding and going away!" Li Wudao asked the fat monk.

"Daoyou thinks too much, he is still in this hall, I think there should be his divine servant in this hall, don't release the hostility of Daoist friends too obviously, Ji Wutong is interested in the heavenly horse waving the stick on the stage, not your best Ding Furnace."

The fat wine and meat monk is still a big bowl of meat, shaking his head while eating, while enjoying the beautiful music, from the whereabouts of Ji Wutong can be known, his Buddha heart is much firmer than Li Wudao, and he has long been no longer disturbed by wine and wealth.

Li Wudao, whose face was slightly red, was a little ashamed, he was really stunned just now, only to blame the white rose for being too charming, as for the fact that he almost broke his skills and fell into obsession just now, and then glanced at the crowd around him, and found that everyone was fascinated, and suddenly felt that he was much stronger than ordinary people, and a sense of superiority arose.

Ji Wutong came back, with a pair of eyes that released dazzling essence, such beautiful words are definitely not something that a child can write, it can only show that there is indeed a group of god-like people behind this child, and even a group of god-like people, the god-man family has been silent and declining for thousands of years, and he has finally found a breakthrough point.

"How do I feel like someone is stabbing me in the eye?" Yang Lin had a strange feeling, he directed the musician to intersperse the sound of various musical instruments in the process of the White Rose singing, it was wonderful and just right, it is said that everyone's attention should be on the white rose in the spotlight, how could anyone be interested in my little boy? Could it be a pedophile?

"People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, this matter is difficult to complete, I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together."

After the last sentence of the white rose was sung to the music stopped, the people in the hall who had read the book or not were intoxicated in a dreamlike fairyland, and the readers were looking for pen, ink, paper and inkstone to record this beautiful lyrics, for fear that they would miss something later, but the illiterate warriors also wanted to be touched, and they closed their eyes one by one and were intoxicated.

"Good!"

Ji Wutong's roar carried qigong, almost shook a banquet in front of him away, this is qigong practiced to an extremely high elevation dù did not control zhì expression, with his roar, many people who were intoxicated in the fairyland also began to come back to their senses, and then one after another cheers wave after wave, Gu Qingqing was even afraid that this violent roar and cheer would shake the roof tiles.

Gold, silver and copper coins were rained down on the attic, and several guards in heavy armor had to carry large frames up to clean up, and it was really impossible to underestimate the weight-bearing capacity of the Tang people, each of whom actually carried several pounds of money on the street.

"There are angels and devils, enjoy the beauty of angels, and then feel the devil's ** is the world's top audio-visual enjoyment, the following is invited to Xiliang everyone on stage to perform a devil-like ** song and dance, applause, a little warmer, screaming, higher screams, Kang Mang, the drum beats!"

"Knock, knock, knock, hit."

Li Tai put on Yanglin's sunglasses for the first time, he knows better than anyone the importance of sunglasses at this time, if you don't want the little brother in the crotch to hurt too much, either close your eyes, or put on sunglasses, the drum kit is beating rhythmically, and there are big drums on the left and right sides that can make people's hearts beat with it, Xiliang is very bold, she is dressed in a translucent black gauze dress and actually wears the thong that Yanglin sent to the prostitutes, because the kiln sisters will also play later, she feels that if she doesn't also wear a thong, she will not be able to shake the field, yes, Within a second of her appearance, nearly a hundred people in the audience spurted blood from their nostrils.

"You have a million loopholes, come to the occasion of the eyebrows flying, mix his impulses and his loneliness without caring about the consequences・・・・・・"

Li Huairen held a seven-string guqin horizontally, his fingers plucked quickly, the melody of the guqin was very simple, it was that rhythm over and over, but it made people feel that the blood kept rushing up, the sound was amplified by the guò loudspeaker, piercing the heartstrings, Xiliang began to dance, shaking her chest, twisting her waist, shaking her hips, accompanied by the beat of the drum, her voice became more and more high-pitched, it seemed to be enough for the Korean version of the eyebrow flying dance, but some lyrics were changed by Yanglin.

The faces of many people in the audience began to flush, and even the hot snot was already sprinkled all over the crotch, and the nosebleed couldn't stop, so let it flow freely! If you can't help but have a hot nose, let it squirt! The charm of the devil is too wild, including Taoist priests like Li Wudao, who have some special qigong in their bodies, and they are only struggling to support it.

"Knock knock, knock knock, knock hit・・・・・・"

The music and dance were changed to a skewer mode, Xiliang sang three songs in a row, a group of kiln sisters wearing white translucent gauze clothes and black thongs came to the stage, their movements were very stiff, and the range of twisting was very small, it was precisely this small amount of twisting that was able to ** people, sprayed, few people could hold it before the Roshan hip wave, this time the number of people sprayed was more, whether it was a nosebleed on the big head or a hot nose on the small head, only a few wolf friends with better kidney function were secretly celebrating, and their celebrancy did not last long, The kiln sisters on the stage are down, their skin today is especially snow-white, and their faces seem to look much better than usual, not only the reason why they are full of lust physically and mentally, but also the new makeup, the snow-white little face is more white and tender, and the fiery red thin lips are more arousing people's kissing and fragrant**, and when the fat powder smell shuttles through the hall, more people spray.

"Ahh

Li Wudao finally broke through, his eyes were full of **, he just wanted to vent at the moment, the fat monk let out a long exhalation of the Buddha name Amitabha Buddha hurriedly rushed out of the drunken immortal building, although his body was not contaminated with the incense powder of the kiln sisters, but the iron pestle-like lower body proved that he already had desires in his heart, he couldn't let the devil enter his heart, and also occupied his body, so he chose to flee the scene.

In fact, under such a **, as long as there is no physical disease, who will not 'pull the flag'! The monk was only afraid that he couldn't help but spray the last pass, so that he would not be able to burn the Buddha relics after death, and the Taoist priest would have no scruples, and the visitors in the hall were taken by the kiln sisters one by one to the courtyard of the second entrance, and he also went, and today the kiln sister's head has risen more than ten times, and they naturally seized the opportunity to pick up a few more guests, including Wang Erniu, Wang Ertie and others, if it weren't for the tax collector who collected taxes at the door of the second courtyard building, Cheng Zhimo pulled them out of the hands of Sister Yao, and their precious first time would be dedicated to Sister Kiln of the Drunken Immortal Building.

"Damn, next door, Lao Tzu wants to get married, Lao Tzu wants to go back to Wangjia Village to get married immediately, Erla, I can't wait." The sad Wang Erniu shouted and was taken out of the Drunken Immortal Building by the guards under Cheng Chumo, this nursery is not easy to do! If you don't let the whole thing go, you'll suffocate people.

"Jump, jump into the music, jump into the music, jump into the music, jump into the music, jump into the music・・・・・・"

When Xiliang's four songs were sung, there were not many people left in the hall, all of them were people who were dizzy and resting with nosebleeds and snot, Yanglin took the baton and ended tonight's performance, the performance was very successful, I believe that the two thousand Chang'an tycoons who were looted tomorrow morning will leave unsatisfied, and will wait for the next performance in three days.

The eldest Sun Chong and Li Huairen, who seemed to be carrying something in their pants, were very envious of Li Tai's wisdom, and they had sunglasses to cover their eyes, but unfortunately they didn't have enough to play musical instruments, and they had to see the instruments very clearly in order to play, and their eyes would involuntarily look at the cool tide, as well as the bodies of the dancing girls, and the tent was held for too long, and the little brother was in pain.

"Brothers and sisters, move the money!"

Looking at the gold, silver and copper coins that were much thicker than the pile he had taken away before, Yang Lin finally relieved himself, and this first pot of gold was finally earned.