The roaring sound of breaking the door, that is categorically not there, here is just a third-rate green building in Ningbo City, the door that looks very elegant, the function of decoration and shame is far higher than the role it should have, just like a shy little lady, half pushed and half on, by a man who is as powerful as King Kong, with only one big hand, he lifted all the disguises, revealing a piece of white flowers. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The one who entered the door was really a powerful man, like King Kong, a black man, who was often replaced as a ghost slave.

Zhu Ding looked at the black giant, which was eight feet tall, and gritted his teeth.

It is not surprising that black slaves appeared in the south of the Yangtze River, but most of them were dwarf black slaves left over from the families of large families in the Yuan Dynasty, and the black giants as tall as this black King Kong could only be African.

Africans are not very common in China.

A few days ago, Zhu Ding went to Jinyiwei for a stroll with nothing to do, and accidentally saw a report on Chen Erer's desk, saying that the army of King Yan had defeated more than ten pirate ships, and most of their crews were tongue-cutting giant ghost slaves.

Where did such a coincidental thing come from, a few days ago, I found that there were pirates with black slaves as the main combat force in the Ming Dynasty, and today I met a black giant here to rob the people in the pavilion, if there is no connection between the two, I don't believe it if I kill Zhu Ding.

This Mr. Lin has a good dart, it's not enough to send people to attack and design the big tiger, but he even blatantly colludes with pirates, it's really a good trick!

When that flashy door, like Sister Yao's cute clothes, was easily torn apart by a monkey's anxious benefactor, the debris was scattered.

Zhu Ding didn't move, standing not far from the purple girl who still maintained that embarrassing posture, and looked indifferently at the man on the shoulder of the ghost slave, the man who should be the same age as Zhu Ding, but his figure was a little thinner than him.

Zijuan's body had not shaken for a long time, and finally there was a little trembling, and after a period of staggering, it returned to that appearance, but two lines of tears flowed out of those eyes, and there was a little death in those eyes that had almost no emotion.

It was the man named Zhang Zifang who came, and he couldn't be wrong.

The sound of breaking into the door is not loud, but it is definitely not small, upstairs and downstairs there are constantly disheveled men, and more women who are barely clothed, I don't know how many timid people, will be frightened by this noise and shouting for a short or long time, Zhu Ding said that he can gloat.

The turtle slave courtyard in the building was exhausted, and he was happily instructing a few prostitutes to play with the old bustard of the purple juan girl, and was stunned by the sudden uninvited guest, but he quickly came back to his senses and ran down with a few big hands.

"Dare to ask this uncle, what is there about my Cuixue Ju that can't stand you, making you so angry that you use the door of my house as a punching bag?"

The words were polite, but there was no smile on the old bustard's face, and his two eyes were round, almost smoothing the crow's feet that could not be smoothed out like a mirror.

On the shoulders of the ghost slave, the man who was thinner than Zhu Ding, didn't even glance at the nature of the old bustard, let alone pay any attention to her meaning, but just looked at the tearful purple girl blankly, and his face was pale.

Seeing that the man ignored her, the old bustard's face became even more unsightly, and the clothes on his body were like coolies on the dock, the old bustard was sure that it must be the bitterness of the friend who did not measure his own strength but had a bit of brute strength to make trouble.

With her knowledge, she naturally can't recognize the origin of the ghost slave, and so far, there is still no palm lamp under this high platform, the only light is the single light on the door and the high platform.

"This uncle, are you going to toast and not eat and drink? Relying on a brother with a big waist and a stupid strength, I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick to make trouble in my Cuixueju? You don't inquire, what kind of character is our big boss, how can you afford to provoke such a subordinate?

The old man opened the door to do business, asking for a kind of money, today this door will be our meeting gift, by the way, persuade the uncle, don't mess with the people who shouldn't be messed with, there is only one life, the uncle don't want to cut off Qingqing's life for a momentary battle of will.

The old body has come to this point, and today is really not a hospitality uncle, another day the old body will be the east, please be happy.

Please! ”

Zhu Ding stood on the high platform to watch the big play, and he had to admire this old bustard who seemed to understand anger, but was still cautious, to be able to say such things, today is a big day for Cuixueju's transformation, and it is an important time to be promoted from a third-rate rotten kiln to an elegant place, and there must be no chaos in any case.

Once the Purple Juan Girl is broadcast out of fame by virtue of today's party, and makes a lot of money for this Emerald Snow Residence, who knows if there will be a generation of Oiran here in the future? At that time, it was no longer just a place for the lower half of the body, but a noble place for literati and artists.

And the purple girl who is destined to have no chance with the title of Oiran is just a tool to make money, after the old Zhuhuang no longer has any use value or the rise of the new red man, marry a person who covets her figure and appearance as a concubine, and even contract a body of illness and be buried in a mass grave, no one in this building cares.

No one cares about where and what happens to a toy after it gets tired of being played.

But someone cares, and the man who sits on the ghost slave, who is thinner than Zhu Ding, cares.

The man finally took his eyes off Zijuan's eyes, as if he was blind to her seductive figure, to the lewd men who wanted to touch her body, his eyes just swept to a line, and his eyes simply withdrew from the high platform, without looking at any other place or person.

He was still sitting on the body of the ghost slave, looking down at the old bustard who could no longer be described as plump, and then untied a large package from behind him, threw it on the ground, and said in a voice more powerful than the heavy package falling to the ground: "I am her man, I will redeem her." ”

The old bustard's heart tightened, obviously he had asked clearly before, the family of Zijuan Xu had died in the catastrophe, this person seemed to know her, I am afraid that this little prodigal hoof lied and wanted to abduct her?

The old bustard gave a look to the ghost slave beside him, and the other party bent down neatly, and did not pick up the package, just opened it in public.

It was full of money, full of money, full of copper coins, at least more than 100 strings, piled together, like a small table.

More than 100 strings are more than 100 pieces, more than 100 pieces of silver are more than 100 pieces of silver, the old bustard looked up at the young man with a smile on his face, but he took a long breath in his heart, there was nothing else there except money, and there was no Wen dowry letter that she was worried about.

"Uncle is so generous, I don't know how many years of money he has accumulated, right?

But you didn't inquire about the value of our purple juan girl.

The old body makes the uncle rise in knowledge, and the ten old men who are still on the stage are the distinguished guests of this body examination, each of whom paid four hundred and fifty taels, and the ten together, it is four thousand five hundred taels.

Hehe, more than 100 yuan to redeem Zijuan, uncle is really a big deal! ”

With a plop, the young man, who was thinner than Zhu Ding, fell directly from the ghost slave's body and stumbled.

PS: I'm guilty, I'm not right, I'm talking just poof......

After coming back, I was unexpectedly busy, and I wanted to take a break last night, so I slept like that.

These are all excuses, debts must be paid, I was wrong, I was wrong.

Take a bow.

Shamelessly, it's just a chapter today, and I can't guarantee how much it will be released tomorrow......

Bow again.