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A pot of spring is a high-end nightclub full of the atmosphere of old Shanghai.

Old-fashioned neon tubes and brilliant colored light bulbs make up a huge sign.

In the Western-style nightclub, the side near the revolving door is full of tables, and the side near the bottom is a gorgeous stage. On the stage, the orchestra is light and low, and a red singer is dancing with a group of gorgeous dancers, with the resonance of the saxophone bass, with a slightly hoarse singing voice, singing the decline and prosperity of the prison city.

Countless nightclubs and green buildings, endless traffic, this is incredible, prison city.

People here come from different worlds and have different circumstances. They meet in a tavern on the street, meet a coffee shop on the corner, exchange because of survival, attract each other because of loneliness, and play out a different style and bloody romance in this city full of blood and evil, crime and punishment.

One can't help but be reminded of the famous saying: If you love him, send him to New York, because it is heaven; If you hate him, send him to New York, because it's hell there.

"A Tale of Two Cities" also said that this is the best of times and the worst of times...... This is the season of light, this is the season of darkness; This is the spring of hope, this is the winter of disappointment; There are all kinds of things in front of people, and there is nothing in front of them; People are going straight to heaven; People are going straight to hell.

If you feel like you're in heaven, indulge in it; If it feels like hell, you can at least have the option to escape.

However. The most distinctive thing about the prison city is that. Only in but not out.

Select None. There is no escape.

Except for death. There is never a escape from her wrappings, her soaking, her renderings, her lingering presence with everything. From the time you open your eyes to the time you fall asleep, whether you are awake or dreaming, you will never be able to escape from this airtight, prison city.

She's a cannibalistic city. And yet she was in order. Do a roaring trade.

Like all nightclubs, there is no admission fee for a pot of spring. Mu Shura, who was dressed as a man, and Xiao Bird walked into this drunken nightclub side by side, and met the most affectionate and coquettish proprietress to the bone.

The proprietress of a pot of spring is named Sunny Day. Shanghai Tang from the 1997 version of "Ma Yongzhen". The person who plays her is called Carina Chow.

Strictly speaking, a sunny day is not a pure beauty. As I said before, she is a woman who will arouse **** at a glance by men. It's the kind of woman who itches her heart more and more when she looks at her, and she can't wait to throw her to the ground and ravage her.

I saw that she was wearing a red beaded cheongsam, with a slit almost under her armpits, and only buttoned under her hips. The base of the thighs that are tightly tightened by the thick socks of black nylon suspender stockings are exposed. On his feet, he wears a pair of gold-sprinkled pointed-toe heels. There was also a white fox shawl draped over his shoulders, and his long hair was permed into big wavy curls. Surrounded by atmospheric facial features and an unbridled flaming red lip.

The scarlet nail polish was like a flame dancing in the dark night, holding a slender lady's cigarette holder, swallowing bright and dark fireworks, and twisting her plump buttocks exaggeratedly, sitting in the middle of the two.

That's right, she squeezed her delicate body with a dark fragrance into Mu Shura and Qin Cao.

What a domineering woman!

"You're looking for me?" The woman lifted Erlang's legs, starting from the instep exposed outside the high heels, all the way up, gently stroking her own Xinchang **** full of infinite temptation. Then he erected the nail pieces with thick oil paint and shaved the lace socks that stretched at the edge of his thighs.

It's a naked teasing.

Mu Shura must admit that even if she is a woman, she can feel a strange emotion spreading in her heart.

Qin Cao smiled and stretched out his hand, and generously touched her thigh: "I want to invite the proprietress to sleep alone." ”

"I only sleep with the most domineering men on the beach." The sunny day Chongqin Cao gently spit out a smoke ring.

Holding his breath and waiting for the smoke rings to disperse, Qin Cao smiled and said, "The one I let you sleep with is the most domineering man in the prison city." ”

"Oh?" Gently flicking away the ashes, Yanyangtian asked with a smile: "Let's hear it." ”

Qin Cao hooked his fingers, and stood up lazily on a sunny day. Qin Cao leaned in and whispered a few words in the ear on a sunny day, and this time the T160 finally heard the key.

Cross Flying.

"You want to touch him?" Sunny Sky restrained his smile.

"Entrusted by someone to take a thing." Qin Cao replied with a smile.

"I'm expensive." The sun crushed the cigarette butts in a red-glowing bloodcrystal ashtray.

"It's a deposit." As he spoke, Qin Cao put a gorgeous big player bag in front of Sunny Day.

The gift is certainly not a pouch. This valuable handbag acts as nothing more than a bag. The real gift is inside the pouch. Sunny Sky erected a jade finger and tilted the mouth of the bag to the corner of no one, and then gently opened the hidden buckle.

Slowly hooking a slit to make sure there was no threat, then he leaned sideways and looked down.

He looked up at Qin Cao with a smile, reached into the bag and touched it carefully, then withdrew his jade hand, pressed it lightly on the shiny metal edge, and closed the handbag with a 'click'.

"Where did you get it?" Sunny day light road.

"Where else can there be in the prison city?" Qin Cao asked with a smile.

"Why can't you get along with him when you're in his bed?" Sunny day asked rhetorically.

"Private affairs are private affairs, and public affairs belong to public affairs." Qin Cao replied without blinking.

"So, what are you looking for me to do, public or private?"

"Naturally, it's business." Qin Cao nodded solemnly.

"Okay, I'll take this job." On a sunny day, another cigarette was inserted, and the piano gymnastic snapped his fingers and lit the cigarette with the flame that ignited from his fingertips.

Walking out of a pot of spring, Mu Shura couldn't help but ask, "What's in the bag?" ”

"Something from a woman's house." Qin Cao laughed.

"What is in a woman's house, so precious." Mu Shura asked again.

"A pair of socks."

"......" Mu Shura looked suspicious: "For a pair of socks, she agreed to sleep with someone?" ”

Qin Cao smiled and nodded: "Yes, don't underestimate those glass stockings." The more amorous the woman. The more you can't live without it. ”

"Then you won't have sex with anyone."

"As for." Qin Cao's expression suddenly flickered.

Mu Shura's head suddenly grew: "...... You wouldn't have slept with someone in exchange, would you? ”

"Guess?" Qin Cao smiled.

Seeing that Mu Shura was silent. T160 sighed: "There's a lot of information in this. ”

Lanruosi Cigarette Factory.

Early in the morning, Poison Ivy Ji led the colorful spider spirit to the door.

"Fujihime, doesn't that seem like a good thing?" The eldest sister of the seven-colored spider spirit, the golden spider spirit asked with some apprehension.

"Humph!" Poison Ivy Ji raised her eyebrows: "It's been three days, and that goblin is still pestering her husband!" It is clearly a demonstration for favor, and she must not be allowed to succeed! ”

"This wind can't last." The second sister, the silver spider spirit, nodded happily.

"Or ...... Let me know. "The third sister Red Spider Spirit obviously thought of something else.

The sixth sister black spider spirit nodded again and again: "What the third sister said is right. If you catch it on the bed, it will be bad if you hurt your husband's face. ”

Everything else is easy to say, and when I think of it, I may accidentally injure Wu Chen. The goblins panicked.

Seeing that many people began to retreat, the poisonous ivy girl had beautiful eyes: "What are you afraid of!" It's not like I haven't seen it. Besides, is there anything else in you that hasn't been tasted by us men? ”

After looking around, the poison ivy girl asked the eldest sister of the spider spirit, "Sister Jin, what do you say?" ”

"Okay, we'll follow you."

"Okay." The poison ivy woman picked the head, and she rushed to kill in front of her. A group of imposing, uninvited goblins had just stepped into the realm of Lanruo Temple, and the guardian array was immediately activated.

"Sisters, form a formation!" The golden spider spirit screamed. The seven of them immediately formed a guardian circle.

"Magical Sound?" The Poison Ivy Woman, who was also a master of illusion, blew lightly and quietly released the spirit spores. Psychospores specialize in the spiritual world. Can feed on the host's psychic power. Take root and thrive.

Sure enough, the spores scattered everywhere quickly took root, like magical peas that went straight to the giant country, roaring out of the surface!

"Follow me!" One by one, Ju Teng was like a tyrannical earth snake, strangling all obstacles, and rushing forward with a bang. The illusion glass is shattered layer by layer, and the towering Lanruo Temple is right in front of you!

The cloudy black mountain body, the demon wind gusts, and the ghost fire floats.

The mountain road leading to the temple gate is blocked by the towering ancient forest, and when you look around, everyone is at a loss, and you have no clue at all.

"Fujihime, this is not like a fantasy!" The Golden Spider Spirit said quickly.

"It's so fake that it's true and it's false." The silver spider spirit looked up at the majestic Black Mountain and said loudly: "This is a small world! ”

"That's right, this is my little Thousand Realms - Black Mountain Lanruo Temple...... Phew! The sound of rolling thunder on the top of the mountain fluttered abruptly at the end. Then there was a greasy gasp of grinding ears and temples. Suddenly, the familiar voice finally sounded: "Okay, don't make trouble." Mu Ji, put away the magic weapon and let them in. ”

"Yes, husband." The majestic Black Mountain seemed to roll up the pages of a book quickly, turning into a wisp of light smoke into an ebony long-necked incense burner.

When the fogging scene gradually solidified, everyone realized that they were already in the main hall of Lanruo Temple.

The blackened incense burner was placed in the middle of the main hall. The long path is cloudy and mist, and there are more in and out.

The ritual vessel is the container.

Mustard Sumeru, Sumeru mustard.

There is a small thousand worlds hidden in Grandma's natal weapon, and there is nothing unusual about it.

The only thing that is strange is that the master of the Tao can send and receive freely, and release the small thousand worlds in the magic weapon at will.

"Husband!" Seeing Wu Chenqi Yu Xuan walking out of the inner room, a group of female goblins suddenly couldn't help but be overjoyed and surrounded one after another. As the saying goes, I don't see you for a day, such as every three autumns. Wushan clouds and rain, children love longer. Yu Xuanji said, it is easy to ask for priceless treasures, and it is rare to have a lover. This is the case in the world, let alone the demon world.

Being able to find a lover who doesn't dislike their background is really a blessing that has been cultivated for thousands of years.

In addition to the Lanruo Temple accompanying Wu Chen, Chun Thirty Niang was also there. Seeing her eyebrows and eyes, her pretty face is like spring, her gestures are like spring, and she has a lazy demeanor, obviously she has just been pampered.

"Fortunately, Thirty Niang rushed to report the news, and I don't know how much trouble it will cause." Wu Chen raised his face slightly and reprimanded: "Mu Ji is my own family, and Lanruo Temple is my family's courtyard. What can happen on your own turf? ”

"The husband is angry, and the concubine knows her mistakes." Except for the poison ivy girl with her mouth open, the spider spirits bowed down softly.

What can Wu Chen really do to this group of goblins who are obsessed with death?

The tone also softened: "Get up." (To be continued.) )