After a slight delay of more than ten seconds, Ninety-Nine followed the floor and began to continue to go deeper into the song tower.

He didn't show up immediately, but continued to secretly observe the surroundings in the form of a small blood butterfly. Seems to be looking for a steward.

"So, where is that guy Joshua? Is there one lucky guy who can lead the way for me? Ninety-nine thought about it.

A flock of blood butterflies sometimes swims under the floor, sometimes within the walls, and sometimes hides in the ceiling.

Because he knew that it was 'this kind of place', out of a deep-seated dislike for 'that kind of thing', Ninety-Nine was precisely controlling his blood butterfly to prevent it from flying into a room that he shouldn't be in, and then seeing the picture he didn't want to see.

The blood-colored hull lurking among the four walls is rapidly roaming through this prostitution house.

The decoration of the song house is very generous, but this decoration is not in the price of materials, but in terms of carving.

Although it is not as good as the Twin Castlevanias, which are all bricks inlaid with gold and jade, silver-plated and diamond-plated. But all the corners and corners of the song tower, the walls, carpets, ceilings, and even vases and shelves, almost as far as the eye can see, have very exquisite carvings.

With such a beautiful design, it is comparable to Huaying Castle. If you ignore those people dressed in black in strange clothes, for those who come to the song house for the first time, they will definitely think that they have entered some royal villa. However, this is actually a prostitution house.

And in each corridor, there will be at least 2 guys in black to guard, and they all stand upright with their chests up, like well-trained soldiers. "All of them are like wood, motionless."

The black-clothed people on the entire first floor are basically all Red Devils, and only 3 of them are ancient species, but these three are also above 1.9 meters tall.

"One prostitution, so many bodyguards...... It's not worth thinking about it. And it's still the first floor......" Ninety-Nine thought to himself.

As he went deeper, Ninety-Nine heard a beautiful piano tune.

Patrolling away, Ninety-Nine arrived at the magnificent 'infield' hall of the Song Tower.

Colorful crystal chandeliers, exquisitely carved wall columns, and beautiful women dressed very sexily on the sofa at a large round table that resembles crystal flowers.

There were only 2 women sitting on the sofa, leaning on each other's shoulders at this time, as if they were napping, and their sleeping appearance was very pleasant.

There is a bar counter on one side of the infield, and inside is a fierce tough guy dressed in black, red tie, and sunglasses.

On the other side is a small crystal fountain.

On the other side, there is a grand piano made of crystal glass, and you can see the internal structure. The legs of the piano, as well as the open lid, are all wrapped in clusters of beautiful blue and white crystals. It is like a piano in a sea of crystal flowers.

A woman with a beautiful face in a floor-length dress is squinting and enjoying playing the piano. The music is soothing and unpretentious, like mountains and rivers, and the excessive nature and beauty between the notes are intoxicating.

There are 10 people in the infield. 2 women sitting on the sofa leaning against each other, 1 woman lying on the sofa chair, 1 woman playing the piano, 1 man in black at the bar, 2 pairs of men in black guarding the door with their backs against each other at the door, and a man in black bringing refreshments to the women.

Because it was morning, there were not many prostitutes, and many prostitutes were either sleeping with them or not getting up.

At this time, looking at these young and beautiful women who are not naked at all, and there are people waiting for them.

This cute blood-colored butterfly lying on the ceiling snorted in disgust: "Fake ......"

If you are not in a good mood, you will leave immediately, and Ninety-Nine did not hesitate and left immediately. A bunch of blood butterflies slammed down the ceiling and swooped away.

After turning around, suddenly a naked young and beautiful woman rushed out of a room.

Her hair was disheveled, and her face had red marks that looked like she had been slapped in the face. There are also multiple bruises on the body, as well as cherry red wax stains. (There's some goo, of course.) )

Immediately after, a middle-aged man from the Red Devil Clan, who was not good-looking and was about 2 meters tall, wore only a pair of pants, and rushed out: "You slut! What to run!"

Almost instantly, the two bodyguards closest to this room rushed up as fast as they could, draped the women in a quilt, and were quickly escorted away by one person in the form of a princess hug. The woman, when she was sent away, covered her eyes with one arm and cried constantly.

The guest didn't even know what was going on when he was choked by the other bodyguard who had been left behind and pressed against the wall.

The black-clothed bodyguard asked in an aggressive voice, slightly angry, "Yo! What did you do to our sister, this guest?"

"Let go of me! Do you treat your customers like this? You know who you're talking to!" The guest was obviously not convinced, and with a round of fists wrapped in flames, he hit the bodyguard.

However, the black-clothed bodyguard did not have the slightest fear, and his hand was still stuck fiercely on the neck of the topless guest. And with his free hand, he grabbed the flaming fist that hit him with one palm, and the flames were extinguished instantly.

The guest was still unconvinced and prepared to throw another punch, but this punch was still half punched.

The black-clothed bodyguard clenched his fist fiercely, and his five-fingered fingers pressed hard against the bones of the fist he had wrapped.

The instantaneous pain made the man who was not bad-looking immediately withdraw his hand. And let out a cry of pain, "Uhhh

Then, the black-clothed bodyguard leaned forward slightly, showed a mocking smile, his eyes were full of contempt, and he put it slightly to the guest's ear, and said jokingly, "I'm sorry, no matter who you are, this is Lord Joshua's song house, and no one is allowed to make trouble."

(The little blood butterfly secretly watches)

"You!" The fat man glared fiercely at the bodyguard in front of him.

The black-clothed bodyguard raised his face from the guest's ear and squinted sarcastically: "Hehe, our sisters in the song building, it is absolutely impossible for us to escape from the service object for no reason. So, I ask this gentleman—what exactly have you done?"

At the end of the words, the bodyguard opened his eyes slightly, although he used your honorific title, but this person's eyes did not have any respect.

"Nothing was done!" Although the fat man also stared fiercely, as if he was not afraid, it was obvious that the trembling eyes from time to time betrayed him, "He is nervous." Blood Butterfly thought to herself.

"Roar?" Naturally, it was impossible for the bodyguard to listen to this nonsense, so the hand holding his neck was slightly hard.

"Uh-huh!" The guest became in pain, and kept patting the bodyguard's arm that was clutching his neck with both hands, "Loose, loose."