In the past two days, Yang Ze has been recovering his divine sense, and in order to fuse his genes, he has almost torn apart his own sea of consciousness. So Yang Ze has been sitting and eating and waiting to die under Xiaotian's care for the past few days, and he is so bored that he is dead. It was expected to leave in seven days, but now it has to be delayed for half a month.

"Xiaotian, how strange is the taste of this meat today. It can't be that the meat is not fresh, right?"

Yang Ze spit out the barbecue in his mouth and asked Xiaotian.

Xiaotian took a bite and quickly spit it out and said, "Water, there is a problem"

Yang Ze understood what Xiao Tian wanted to express, the meat was fresh, but there was a problem with the water for washing the meat. What kind of water can't even be found in the sky?

"Let's go, go and see where the water is so bad to drink, I can't even eat meat, Lao Tzu has to pee in it. ”

So the two bored men walked around to find the bad luck of the little pool.

Xiaotian took Yang Ze to the small waterhole where he washed his prey during hunting, only to see that a large area of thin ice had formed on the waterhole in the hot weather, and there was no grass on the shore around the waterhole.

When Yang Ze saw the small frozen pool, he felt that this phenomenon was particularly familiar, and when he saw a thick layer of hoarfrost condensed on the surface of the stones on the shore, Yang Ze suddenly shouted and picked up Xiaotian and turned around excitedly.

"God help me...... God help me......"

Yang Ze kept roaring loudly while holding the puzzled Xiaotian, as if he couldn't express the joy in his heart at this time......

The Baihualou on the south street of Yongqiu City is the most famous green building in several cities within a radius of thousands of miles. There are poems:

"Hundred flowers in the Hundred Flowers Building, and a hundred flowers in the Hundred Flowers Wine. Where to find the fragrance of flowers, the drunken flower fairy in the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

Baihualou is making gold every day, people come and go in an endless stream, and it is the most famous hero mound of the gold cave in Yongqiu City.

"Master Zhao, you're here! Please come in! Please come in! We have a new girl in Baihualou a few days ago, and it's called a water spirit. Looks like a fairy, and you only need to shake your purse a little at the Oiran Conference in the evening, and tonight's Oiran is not a behemoth in your pants. ”

The little turtle slave complimented a middle-aged fat man with a big belly with a lewd smile on his face.

"You kid is interesting, your mouth is getting sweeter. Let me tell you, Steward Li Ye of the City Lord's Mansion will come tonight to cheer for the drunken flower fairy Liu Shishi, and if you can make this master comfortable with your mouth, the benefits will be indispensable to you. Okay, I'm going to find your shopkeeper, you're busy. ”

Master Zhao kindly reminded the little turtle slave, who made this turtle slave's mouth look like honey.

This old man Zhao called Zhao Banshan the brother of Chen Zhuobin, the shopkeeper of Baihualou, and the biggest snake in Yongqiu City.

A month ago, Yang Ze first came to this Yongqiu City and learned about this Zhao Banshan through inquiry. Zhao Banshan is lustful, colorless and unhappy, so Yang Ze just gave him a bottle of homemade "Indian Divine Oil", and he was successfully introduced to this Baihualou as a glorious little turtle slave.

In the flower pavilion in the Hundred Flowers Building, Xiao Tianzheng gritted his teeth and looked at the extremely obscene little turtle slave who was laughing opposite. Ever since he sold himself to Baihualou in disguised as a woman three days ago, he has been thinking about pressing Yang Ze to the ground and kicking him hard.

What the hell is this idea, what is not easy to pretend, you have to pretend to be a woman, or a woman who sells herself to Baihualou. What kind of Oiran conference do you want to participate in, and you have to win the championship, what kind of operation is this!

Yang Ze ignored Xiao Tian's resentful eyes, and thought about every step he needed to do in the future to ensure that there would be no mistakes or omissions.

"Xiaotian, at the evening Oiran Conference, you will definitely have no play, only this song and dance can you have a glimmer of hope. How are the dances and songs I taught you? Are you ready for the outfit I designed?"

It's okay not to mention that set of clothes, but when I mention that set of clothes, Xiaotian is angry. Is that called clothes? Not to mention that half of the chest is exposed, the hem of the clothes underneath is about to tear up to the buttocks. You said that if it was really a woman, it would be okay, but it was a man. This outfit is not all worn out.

"Brother, no breasts"

Xiao Tian said with a look of disdain at Yang Ze.

"It's not easy, I'll conjure you two special pumpkins, and you wrap them around your chest with aura. Then you can assimilate it with exercises, just pay attention to dancing and don't throw the pumpkin out. ”

Yang Ze said confidently:

"Don't underestimate the dance I taught you and the song, it's a classic that has been tested by hundreds of millions of people. ”

Yang Ze remembered the scene of Xiao Tian dancing in a miniskirt and singing Little Apple's brainwashing divine comedy, and his whole body couldn't help but shudder.

The moon rose, and the crowds in front of the Baihualou were surging, and all the officials and gentry and wealthy people of the eight border cities gathered at this Oiran Conference.

"Lao Chen, are you here too? aren't you afraid that tigress in your house will eat people?"

The wealthy businessman surnamed Zhang said teasingly.

"Old boy Zhang, don't say cool words, I'm going to take this Oiran tonight!"

The gentleman surnamed Chen bragged about himself and patted his chest and said.

"Lao Chen, it's not that I look down on you. You really won't be able to pick this flower tonight. Let me tell you, tonight's Oiran has already been rounded by the old lady of the City Lord's Mansion. Steward Li has already released his words, you are still stupid."

Yang Ze listened to the conversation between the old prostitutes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl, the best is still to come.

Ouyang asked his father Ouyang De, who was a hundred years old and didn't know where he got the cultivation method. The hundred-year-old man can still sing every night, and he loves this beautiful girl in the green building.

At least eight out of ten Oiran meetings held in Baihualou were taken into the City Lord's Mansion by this old prostitute. Yang Ze inquired clearly as early as the first few days after entering the city, and came to Baihualou to be a little turtle slave waiting for this old prostitute to pick flowers.

In the distance, a luxurious carriage drove slowly. This is undoubtedly the carriage of the City Lord's Mansion, and Yang Ze greeted it with a grin.

"Master Li, please inside, the little one has arranged the best seat for you, and the position is directly above the stage. Ensure that the sight of the wise and martial Li Ye will not be blocked by anything. And the best potpourri is already chilled, just waiting for you!"

Yang Ze patted Steward Li's ass very doggedly and waited for this Steward Li.

"You're kind of interesting, you kid, look at the reward. ”

The house slave beside Steward Li casually threw a small golden bean to Yang Ze.

"Master Li, you are really a good person, the little one's admiration for you is like a surging river......

"Alright, let's lead the way. ”

Steward Li smiled and waved his hand to Yang Ze.

Yang Ze led Steward Li to the small attic in front of the stage. There are four such small lofts, one on each side of the stage. The attic was a few points shorter than the second floor, but half a meter higher than the stage below. This allows the viewer to look down on the stage slightly without affecting the effect of watching the performance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is our triennial Oiran Conference in the Hundred Flowers Building. Here are all the top beauties of all the Qinglou clubs in our border eight cities. Later, we will let them show their strengths, and the one with the most votes is the leader of the Qinglou in our eight border cities this year. Then it's time to see what the great masters do, and see who can get the oiran back into their vase. Without further ado, I announce that the Oiran Conference of the Eight Cities on the Border is now open......