Yu Qiu patted Li Mu's shoulder with his hand, his face pretended to be relaxed, but his heart was also a little heavy, after all, no one wanted to see the death of his own people.

Although Li Mu heard what Yu Qiu meant, he still chose to be silent, and the melancholy of weakness was like a big net, enveloping it in it.

"Doing good deeds right now, saving lives is important." Seeing Li Mu's unresponsive appearance, he simply put his lips to his ear and said it clearly.

Yu Qiu glanced at him, and his eyes began to rise, "Well, call the rest of the people to help together." ”

After the corpse is cleaned up, the matter will be released according to Jiang Chen's words, which will inevitably set off a bloody storm.

Sure enough, after the content was publicized at noon, it really caused a heated discussion among the people, and the onlookers were like piles of ants, blocking the gate of the Rejuvenation Pavilion.

"Oh my God, the Flower Pavilion Lord is dead." A woman standing in the front row shouted, her high tone causing a commotion in the crowd.

"Yan Siming is also dead." A man in a linen robe said coldly, it is not a pity that such a male prostitute who has lost his dignity and insults his masculinity has died.

The big question mark of "what ......" is like a wave in spring, constantly churning in the hearts of the onlookers.

Widow Liu, who passed by here in the distance and inherited the family property, did not hear what the onlookers were saying, but the desire for gossip had been aroused.

"Xiao Cui, you go and see what's going on." Widow Liu pursed her lips and went to the rouge shop on the side.

Although she was over thirty years old, the years did not leave any traces on her face, and her slender figure did not show that she was a ten-year-old woman with a hairy child.

It is said that a happy mood is the best maintenance for a woman, and the recently opened Rejuvenation Pavilion is simply her rejuvenating pill.

Among them, Yan Siming, who is good at dancing, is quite loved by Widow Liu.

With a handsome face and a clever mouth that can speak, even if she throws a lot of money on him to buy a share of joy in her heart, Widow Liu is extremely willing.

The thought of going to Huichun Pavilion to find Yan Siming for the night tonight, and listening to him say the love words that made people blush and heartbeat on the bed, Widow Liu's delicate face became a little more charming.

"Mrs. Liu, are you here, let's see what you want today?" Boss Wang, who was in the beauty shop, suddenly saw Widow Liu who was stunned at the door, and the look in his eyes suddenly lit up.

This is a real opportunity to make money!

"Is there a new rouge?" Boss Wang's words brought Widow Liu's thoughts back, she pursed her red lips slightly, and a smile full of spring happiness hung on the corner of her mouth.

"Of course, of course." Boss Wang's mouth was about to grin to the ground, and his already small eyes narrowed into a slit, "Go inside, and show you the fairy rouge that has come out recently." ”

Widow Liu nodded slightly, and as soon as she stepped into the door, the maid Xiaocui rushed back at a trot.

Her somewhat shaky figure appeared in Widow Liu's sight, and her forward footsteps also stopped, turning her slender body slightly, and a face with a little hesitation and some pale came into view.

"What's wrong?" Widow Liu's thin eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and some small noses were also exhaling some rapid gas.

"The Lord of the Flower Pavilion is dead," Xiao Cui paused, looked at Widow Liu's tense cheeks, and lowered her head slightly,

"Yan Siming is also dead." The more he talked about the back, Xiao Cui's voice became smaller and smaller, as if he had lost his breath, and his head seemed to be pressed by a thousand catties of boulders, and he couldn't lift it up at all.