"I'm going to save you, the devil!" Han Tianhong was still thinking about it.

Behind the buttocks was the broken-billed duck, Wang Zimo felt that his ears could hear the calluse, and he couldn't help but turn around and knock on the bare head shell.

"Today, I will let you see clearly what is a Buddha and what is a demon!"

The extravagance on the third floor is not something that ordinary people can imagine, let alone the two of them who came out of paradise. The gold is splendid, the neon clothes and feather clothes, the fluttering belt dances, the string moon is curling, the wine and meat are fragrant, and the bell rings for a long time.

The life of the emperor is nothing more than this, but when he saw it in Fengming City, he gained knowledge.

"Amitabha!"

Han Tianhong recited the Buddha's name, avoided his gaze and turned to the unclothed dancing girls, and turned his head to King Wenchang. But when he saw that the Yintang of King Wenchang was black, there were no less than hundreds of unjust souls on his head, and all of them were hideous and terrifying, and he must have suffered great humiliation in his life.

"Ha, joke! This king is alive and well, you don't need to worry!"

King Wenchang stared at Xue Jiaoniang's eyes and said stupidly: "Whether you write poetry or not, I will add you to serve this king tonight!"

"Thank you for your love!"

Xue Jianniang's smile is shallow, like the autumn wind caressing the lake, rippling, birds singing and flowers, singing and dancing, dozens of palace maids have run out of the west wing, dancing around Xue Jianniang. The peach pink willow is green, and the swallow is fat and thin, which suddenly makes people feel refreshed.

"But ......"

"But what?" King Wenchang leaned forward, constantly swinging his head past the slender palace maids, his eyes always fixed on Xue Jiaoniang's slender waist.

Seeing that King Wenchang was hooked, Xue Jiaoniang twisted her waist, walked over gracefully, poured a glass of wine for King Wenchang, and said: "Today is the day when King Fengxuan is knighted, and it is inconvenient to see blood." Why don't you let the prince let them go, how about I come to chant poetry?"

Hence the previous poem.

"Shengxiao singing and dancing is drunk, and Luo Yi is full of satin wine. But make a thousand cups of free drinking, and live up to the present and the present. ”

The two of them were talking about me and me, you and me, and suddenly two big fat men who didn't have long eyes sat opposite each other.

In the VIP room, all the sons of each family gathered at one table, and only King Wenchang enjoyed it alone.

Growing up in the palace, he has long been accustomed to dining alone. I didn't expect to meet people who disobeyed Long Wei in Fengming City one after another, first of all, this singer was okay, and she would chant poems against her with a bit of beauty, which was in line with the appetite of King Wenchang, but what did these two big fat men come to Liu, and when they encountered such a short-sighted thing, he still heard of it.

"Who are you?"

King Wenchang lowered his voice and tried to control the anger in his heart. Drunk, the violent temperament hidden in the bottom of the heart is more and more irrepressible.

"Fat God Cult!"

Wang Zimo grabbed the roast suckling pig on the plate and ate it, not caring at all about King Wenchang's fiery gaze.

He had seen it well before he came here. This King of Wenchang is very quiet on the surface, but in fact he is very dark behind the scenes. Today, the moldy god is in charge, there will be a disaster of blood and light, and then seeing that Xue Jiaoniang is hiding a knife in her smile, she simply borrowed him to teach Han Tianhong a lesson.

"What do you teach to be fat?"

"Fat God Cult. Xue Jiaoniang lightly opened her lips and smiled lightly.

"Fat Dun'er teach?"

"It's the Fat God Cult!" Wang Zimo scratched his neck in embarrassment, and his face suddenly became hot.

King Wenchang wanted to break his head, but he couldn't figure out where this fat god cult came from, but seeing that the two big fat men were fatter than the other, he believed it.

"Say something quickly, get out of here!"

"I'm looking for King Wenchang today, of course there's something!"

When Wang Zimo was downstairs, he heard those sons call this person the king of Wenchang, and then looked at the third floor, only he had a table alone, presumably with a noble status.

"Don't sell it! Hiccup, let it go if you have a fart, get out when you're done, don't disturb the king's enjoyment!"

"The prince is not having a good time in the capital!"

After the prince finished speaking, King Wenchang suddenly woke up most of the time. Although these sons behind him were flattering on the surface, none of them took him seriously.

The dragon son takes the heir, he is the weakest!

"The dignified King Wenchang, drinking and having fun in Fengming City, even can't get along with a few singers, if this is transmitted back to the capital and heard by the King of Han, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the prince to get in!"

The prince silently lowered his voice, "Besides, the prince just learned from Emperor Wei, that is the person who killed his own brother to become the emperor, and the other princes know about it......"

The prince took the heir and died nine times for life.

Although this is a well-known secret, it is all used behind the scenes, and no one dares to move it to the surface. No one said it in front of the heirs of many officials like King Wenchang.

Even if he has no intentions, who cares if the matter has come to this?

Do not seek reactive power, but seek no fault.

Once a flaw is revealed, those royal brothers and brothers will pull their pigtails and beat the water dogs. These simple truths have been done by the princes to the fullest.

The City Lord's Mansion, the bright bead on the lighthouse is comparable to the sun.

The light shines into the house from the open-air windowsill, refracted by the glittering lacquer glazed walls, instantly dyed golden yellow, and sprinkled on the ground, low luxury and grand. Silver wine bottles, rhinoceros horn chopsticks, ivory chopsticks, gold-inlaid porcelain bottles. Each of them is bathed in a golden sheen, which is used to highlight the dignity of the host and the nobility of the guests.

And yet, at this moment, it is all so dazzling!

Wang Zimo's words pierced deeply into the soft underbelly of King Wenchang.

He suddenly realized that the big fat man in front of him was not here to pick things, but to remind himself.

Just seven steps into a poem, it is already a big taboo, as a prince, this is a big disrespect, and witchcraft is the same crime, for the emperor to be a thorn in the eye!

Just now he asked those Imperial City Princes. They pretend to be pigs and eat tigers one by one, how can they not know the stakes?

If they all answered the question just now, it means that they are all right!

On the contrary, they didn't speak, so they showed that they knew what they knew, caught the handle of King Wenchang, and made a big fuss after returning to Beijing.

Wang Zimo, who stared at the unconcerned Wang Zimo in front of him, was still eating, and even picked up his wine bottle and drank it without any courtesy. The violence in King Wenchang's heart could no longer be suppressed, as if the waves were constantly hammering against Jiaoyan, and in the deafening roar, pieces of shocks were raised, and the beach was washed clean.

Gradually, King Wenchang's eyes were full of murderous intent.

He quietly put his hand on the sword, and his angry gaze gradually became cold, like a servant walking from death row, or like a god of death guarding the gate of hell with a scythe in his hand, the kind of indifference that is accustomed to life and death, which is difficult for ordinary people to do.

He's ready to kill someone.

The prince chuckled in his heart.

He knew that once King Wenchang made a move, everyone here would die. Because the ruthless person will not leave any handle.

And King Wenchang is a smart man, he glanced at Wang Zimo, and thought in his heart how to cause trouble and blame the Fat God Sect for his sins! However, at this time, Wang Zimo was also thinking that it was time to find a pick-up man.

Both of them were waiting for their time, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

On the top of King Wenchang's head, Wang Zimo clearly saw a powerful soul hanging, crawling out of the sea of blood. Not a single piece of skin on her body was good, and it was fried alive in a pan of oil.

However, this is not the real cause of death!

Looking at the hole in the forehead of the powerful soul bubbling with black gas, Wang Zimo's pupils couldn't help but shrink sharply. These powerful souls were summoned by him by reciting the "Jizo Bodhisattva Honwish Sutra", so he naturally knew the pain of every unjust soul.

Time seemed to be reversed, the hourglass was reincarnated, and Wang Zimo closed his eyes and his eyelashes trembled, unable to bear the tear she transmitted.

It was a pile of bamboo skewers the thickness of the little finger, finely polished, sharpened and sharpened.

A golden woman with a bombed body was driven to the torture instrument, knelt on the ground, her dead eyes suddenly widened, staring at the torture instrument with a frightened look, and opened her mouth to howl. However, there is no tongue in her mouth.

The torture instrument was called the three-eyed gun.

Three bamboo poles that only accommodate bamboo skewers are trapped together, hollowed out in the middle, and gaps are left at each end for easy access.

Two of the three bamboo poles were aimed at the woman's eyes, and one was on the top, aimed at the center of the eyebrows. This is not the most terrible, the most terrible is the way of execution.

A dignified boy and brother, laughing and holding the club, aimed at the bamboo stick and pulled it hard.

One, two, three......

Until the woman's skull is pierced, her brain is overflowing, and the blood is dry, and there is no more life. And they would talk about who would cut up the half-cooked body of the woman and feed it to the vicious dogs in the hunting grounds.

All this, not only Wang Zimo saw it, but Han Tianhong, who was standing behind him, also saw it.

The spirit climbed on top of King Wenchang's head, looked up at the sky, and waited for the opportunity.

At the third hour, when the yin energy is at its peak, for many people, it is just the end of the nightlife, and there are also many people who have just started the craziest time of the day.

Xue Jiaoniang watched it for a long time, and finally recognized that the person in front of her was Wang Zimo. She smiled and groaned, and retreated.

King Wenchang was extremely nervous, every nerve in his body was tense, and cold beads of sweat slipped down, waiting for the young maid with the drunken door Xuan to pour the wine.

"Report to King Wenchang, King Fengxuan sent a message, caught a girl with strange whereabouts outside the city, under severe interrogation, I learned that this girl followed the devil from Kunxu, and King Fengxuan invited the prince to go to the execution ground together!"

"Bai Su?"

Wang Zimo suddenly chuckled in his heart, as if he had been touched by the divine dragon with reverse scales, and the flames of rage burned instantly.