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Singing and dancing are all the rage, the nightclubs are still overcrowded, the dancing girls are swaying to the gentle or passionate saxophone tunes, and the sons and daughters of the dignitaries and nobles discuss topics that belong to their high society. Singing and dancing night after night, the dancers on the stage are graceful and graceful, and the plump and slender bodies are so beautiful under the flashlight, but there is only one who stands out in the extravagance and erosion, she is the most watched singer Nan Xiang, she is so fascinating in the dance hall, Nan Xiang makes the men in the fascination nightclub fascinated by her.

The well-cut cheongsam decorated her already perfect legs more naturally, Nan Xiang is like a piece of ingenious jade, in the dim and dirty, she is a star and a crescent moon and elegant snow lotus.

After getting off work late at night, she stepped on a pair of black leather high heels and walked on the somewhat empty street, at this time Nan Xiang was a little lonely and thin, and her thin figure was more pitiful than she was on the stage, and Nan Xiang in a cheongsam was a little cold, and pulled the shawl on her body and walked briskly to go home quickly. But after walking a few steps, she met a few drunken ruffians and hooligans, and the eyes of the thugs looked around her maliciously, which made Nan Qian feel a sense of annoyance.

"Yo, this isn't our big stage's Nanxiang!" The thugs with wine bottles were full of alcohol and surrounded Nanqian in a small alley that was not easy for people to see. "People are beautiful and sweet, and their figure is really good." The thugs say nasty things.

"Get out of the way." Nan Xiang's cold, ancient well-like voice echoed in the small alley.

This beautiful sound made a passer-by take a look into the small alley, why was Nan Xiang there? Isn't she surrounded by notorious scoundrels?

"The master touched the five hundred oceans for the money and the old men once, haha!" The little gangsters are stupid and dream, and they use alcohol to do things they dare not do to people who dare not think about it during the day, and say things that Qingtian can't say. Cowering and setting fire in the night, someone will catch them if they set fire during the day, but they will not be unscrupulous in the night. Who is wrong, there is no trace, the brokenness in the prosperity, the poisonous roses of the upper class, the fragrance, some people are tired of smelling, some people yearn for it, and some people are not worthy.

"Get out of here!" Nan Qian picked up her handbag and hit the thugs. "Temper tantrums? When you are a bitch, you still set up an archway? The thugs laughed, and the strong man took Nan Qian's handbag and restrained him. The emaciated Nan Xiang struggled.

"Who is lawless in the master's territory!" The unstoppable voice of the flowing but evil madness spread in the night, and the black shadow in the distance of the small alley was walking step by step. "South Americans!" This hooligan's voice can no longer be a hooligan, but it makes Nan Qian feel a big stone in his heart and find something to rely on.

"Who doesn't have long eyes to disturb Lao Tzu's good deeds!" A drunk, red-faced thug yelled at the man in the night. "Big, big brother, let's copy the guy and do him!" The stammering thug who couldn't speak clearly lifted the stick.

"The king of heaven and Lao Tzu let me have three points of Pan Ye!" The man walked out of the night and slowly came to Nan Xiang and the little thugs.

The gangsters woke up a little when they saw the man who claimed to be Pan Ye, Pan Ye's reputation was so famous that no one knew that no one dared to provoke him, and the gangsters didn't stay or stay when they left. Walking, scared to the point where I couldn't move my legs. Stay, Pan Canmiao's eyes can kill them, not to mention the knife he is playing with.

"You dare to touch the South Americans?" Pan Canmiao grabbed the neck of the previously stammering gangster with one hand and lifted him up, staring at the rascal who had been flushed with red face and now turned pale with fierce eyes.

"Miss Nan, we were wrong!" The other two thugs hurriedly groveled to Nan Qian and bent down to apologize, the expression on his face was so ridiculous.

"The power of life and death of beauties is in your hands!" The knife in Pan Canmiao's hand slashed around the face and neck of the stammering thug, and the sharp blade left blood marks on the skin.

"That's it, it's a big night to be cautious when you see blood in the middle of the night." Nan Xiang picked up the handbag and patted the ash on it.

"Listen to the beauty!" Pan Canmiao threw the thugs to the ground, and then walked over from Nanxiang. "The bag is broken, Pan Ye will buy you another one!" Pan Canmiao snatched Nan Xiang's handbag.

"No merit is not punished, eating other people's mouths is short, and taking other people's hands is short!" Nan Xiang tightened the shawl on his body and walked away in small steps.

Pan Canmiao looked at Nan Xiang's back as she was leaving, frowned, and strode forward to grab her shoulder, Nan Xiang was startled by the sudden movement of him. "Don't be afraid, beauty, I'm afraid that you will put on your clothes in the cold at night." Pan Canmiao gave Nan Qian his own trench coat and draped it over her shoulders. The windbreaker was very large and wrapped Nan Xiang's thin body, covering the corner of the cheongsam that Nan Xiang didn't notice that was inadvertently scratched. Pan Canmiao had a ruffian evil smile on the corner of her mouth, and there was an imperceptible tenderness in her bright eyes. Nan Qian felt that Pan Canmiao was just like his name, dazzling and ethereal.

Nan Qian didn't speak, and left in Pan Canmiao's clothes, seeing her thin back disappear little by little, the smile on Pan Canmiao's face disappeared little by little. "Kill a few ruffians just now!" Pan Canmiao coldly ordered his subordinates next to the Ford.

"The beauty is bullied and can't stand it?" His subordinates teased Pan Canmiao.

Nan Qian on the street moved his feet, who had been wearing high heels for a long time, his ankles and soles were hot and painful, and he sniffed when he remembered what he had just encountered, and then bent down to take off his high heels. Nan Xiang laughed as she ran with her high heels.

"Haha, it's okay, the money I earn today can buy a bunch of snacks to eat." Nan Xiang comforted herself.

"Miss Nan's foot and ankle are injured, and she will go back at night and tell Pan Ye." The two Pan Canmiao's subordinates who protected Nan Xiang in the shadows whispered.

"Are you tired? Do I carry you? Subordinate B said to subordinate A.

Subordinate A scolded and got out, but he still blushed in the dark night, and subordinate B smirked.

Pan Canmiao from the small alley rolled her eyes, sat in the car, took off her clothes and changed into a shabby shirt with patches, put on a silver mask that covered half of her face, and stuffed a piece of cotton into one foot that had replaced her leather shoes and was now wearing rotten cloth shoes. Pan Canmiao has transformed from a wealthy man into a ragged beggar.

"I don't understand you rich man!" The subordinates watched Pan Canmiao pick up the cigar from Pan Canmiao's clothes.

"Go back." Pan Canmiao stingily took the cigar back and put it back in his pocket, then opened the car door and got out of the car.

With a wave of his subordinates, a few people appeared in the small alley, and they pulled the rickshaw to Pan Canmiao's side, and watched their boss limp onto the rickshaw and run wildly.

"You dead lame man has so good legs and feet, and you walk like a fly!" The rickshaw driver who was overtaken by Pan Canmiao laughed and scolded the masked lame driver who had seen him many times. "I'm in a hurry to earn money and marry a daughter-in-law!" Pan Canmiao spoke in a dialect and smirked and pulled the rickshaw and ran wildly to get rid of the old driver.

"Don't be too desperate for your kid, if your legs and feet are inconvenient, slow down, pay attention to the rain at night." The old coachman shook his head and ran to the opposite place with Pan Canmiao after nagging, obviously saying that others would run slower, but he was also pulling the rickshaw quickly, and he was also desperate for his daughter-in-law on the sickbed.

"Heizi, this old man will send more rice and noodles tomorrow." Pan Canmiao's subordinates smoked cigars and said to the sunspot next to the co-pilot.

Kuroko, whose name was wiping the pistol, nodded, thinking about something, smiled and looked up at the man, and his subordinates looked at Kuroko, who was smiling, stretched out his hand and pinched his face. "What are you laughing at?" His men put Kuroko's gun in their pockets.

"When will Shadow Pan Ye marry his daughter-in-law!" Like a child, Heizi imitated Pan Canmiao's accent that he had deliberately learned for several days.

The shadow of his hand put down the gun in his hand and smiled, stretched out his hand, and gave Kuroko a chestnut on the forehead. "No big or small, not afraid that Pan Ye will punish you?" The shadow looks at the sunspot with a smile in his eyes.

"The shadow protects me, you said." Kuroko's hand quietly grabbed Shadow's hand in the somewhat dimly lit car.

"Well, I'm your shadow, wherever you are, where I'm there." The shadows and sunspots are interlocked.

The shadow turned off the headlights, locked the windows and doors, and the car became pitch black, and the faint sound of gasps was ambiguous and seductive in the silent night. The Ford car squeaked, and I don't know how Pan Canmiao, who was still sweating on the rickshaw's neck, would feel if he knew that his men were doing that unspeakable thing in his Ford.

Pan Canmiao limped and pulled the rickshaw into the alley, the distance was too far, Pan Canmiao scolded her mother! "Fuck! Nan Xiang and Pan Ye will get you in their hands, and they will definitely toss until your legs are weak. "I want a daughter-in-law, what is the pain for my daughter-in-law!" Pan Canmiao began to run like a fly again.

After a while, he came to a small courtyard, and Pan Canmiao put down the rickshaw and knocked on the courtyard door.

"Brother Nan is me!" Pan Canmiao answered the door in a very unfluent and broken dialect.

"You're here again?" A delicate, thin boy opened the door.

Looking at the boy with crooked eyebrows and crooked eyebrows, Pan Canmiao nodded a little coldly and then spoke. "I just finished running and I'm thirsty to rest!"

"Come on in, I'm cooking noodles and eating!" The boy opened the door and enthusiastically pulled Pan Canmiao in.

Pan Canmiao let the boy drag him into the house, and the boy brought a chair and trotted to the stove to get a big bowl. "You eat more Brother Sanshui." The boy placed a bowl of noodles with green onions and a poached egg in Pan Canmiao's hand.

"Has Brother Nan Xiang eaten it?" Pan Canmiao took a bite of the salty noodles and swallowed them with a cold expression.

Nan Xiang nodded, afraid that Pan Canmiao would not be able to eat, so he stood up and went to the stove to get him steamed buns, Pan Canmiao looked at Nan Xiang, who was limping, and his face under the mask was a little colder. "Brother Nan, what's wrong with your feet!"

Nan Xiang, who was holding the steamed bun, was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head, hehe, and smirked. "My sister Nanqian wants to buy a skirt, so I went to a few more markets to sell vegetables!"

Pan Canmiao nodded and lowered her head to snort and eat noodles, and Nan Xiang stuffed the steamed buns into his hands.