Lan Wenjiu said this, and raised his hand to pick up the teacup and smash it on the maid's head, but found that the table was empty.

The teacup had already been smashed by her.

"The slave maid stepped forward to pick up the porcelain pieces, because she was afraid that the porcelain pieces would hurt the young lady."

She replied with a low brow, and her not-so-outstanding face looked very regular.

The ordinary is like a speck of dust, which can't disturb any waves.

"You are bold enough to persuade me at this time." Lan Wenjiu leaned down and pinched the maid's chin with his fingers.

The maid trembled slightly, smiled at Lan Wenjiu, and pretended to be calm, "If Miss is worried about cultivation, it is better to go to the Demon Yuan to take a look, I heard that there is a layman in it, who is the best at trading, and those who come in black and white will not refuse, as long as Miss gives equal conditions." ”

Lan Wenjiu's expression changed, he let go of the maid's chin, and said coldly, "You continue." ”

"When people go to the Demon Yuan, they are exchanging their own things for money, and the last thing Miss lacks is money...... Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds for the young lady to exchange the money for cultivation. ”

A fine layer of sweat broke out in the palms of the maid's hands.

Lan Wenjiu smiled bloodthirsty at the maid.

Didn't say yes, didn't say no, just stared into her eyes, and her legs went limp.

"Whose eyeliner are you?" Lan Wen wine tilted his head, and he was full of laughter.

The low voice made the maid's heart weak.

"What are you talking about?"

She began to change the subject.

"I'm not Lan Wujiang, I sent it back after I found the eyeliner, you treat me as a soft persimmon and make a fool of me?"

Lan Wenjiu stood up from his seat and put his foot on the back of the maid's hand.

The porcelain piece of the maid's palm pierced into the maid's flesh.

Blood spreads on the floor.

She pulled out the snake whip at her waist, the demonic aura on her body increased greatly, and her smile was weird.

With a whip, the maid's head was knocked off alive. Zero-One Reading Network

The head grunted and rolled to the door.

It's quieter inside.

No one dared to move.

Even the breathing is restrained and careful.

Lan Wenjiu raised his eyebrows, wiped the blood off the snake whip with a handkerchief, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he instructed the personal maid, "Come on, prepare the car, and go to the Demon Abyss." ”

"Go buy another thirty killers and go to the abyss with me."

She wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in the black hand gourd behind it.

The corpses in the house were quickly cleaned up, and all the ornaments in the room were changed again, Lan Wenjiu looked at the bronze mirror in the room with bloodshot eyes and pulled out a smile, and his gloomy teeth were slightly exposed.

At this time, Qinghuan Lou Lilan Wujiang was pressed back to the bed by Feng Zhao.

"Sleep for three more hours, and I'll wake up with you to eat."

Lan Wujiang tilted his head helplessly, and there was not much sleepiness left in the morning at this moment.

"Actually, I'm fine......"

Before he finished speaking, he was blindfolded by Feng Zhao and forcibly plunged into darkness.

"I can't sleep......"

She wanted to take Feng Zhao's hand away, but Feng Zhao grabbed her wrist and stuffed it into the quilt.

The bed is really warm, and if you get on the bed, you will feel a little sleepy, but there are too many bad things in reality.

"Hmm......" Feng Zhao saw that Lan Wujiang's eyelashes had been fluttering in the palm of his hand, and finally let go of his hand and sighed.

The handsome face was right in front of Lan Wujiang's eyes.

His facial features are exquisite.

Even the place of each eyebrow is just right to pleasing the eye.

Lan Wujiang was inexplicably aggrieved, and the soul silk around his neck slipped outside his collar, emitting a faint light.

Lan Wujiang raised his hand to caress the cinnabar mole in the center of Feng Zhao's eyebrows, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his nose was a little sour, "When do you say my mother will come back......