Early the next morning, Wang Zaqing finished freshening up, took the burnt steel armor-piercing cone, inquired all the way, and came south, and sure enough, on the side of a quiet road by the river, there was a place with a radius of three or four miles. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThere is a large mansion built on the flat ground, the entrance hall is spacious, the scale is large, the bamboo and pine are cultivated, the red maple and the cypress, the forest is dense before and after, just like the princely mansion. Early in the morning, I listened to the sound of sheng reeds and drum music, and there was no mourning atmosphere of anyone being beaten or killed.

Wang Zaqing looked at the door once, and there was no handwriting to indicate that this was the "jade-faced magic flower" flower is not as good as home, only on a huge Taihu Lake stone in front of the door, the dragon flying and phoenix dancing with a few words in the big book - "I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom."

Wang Zaqing saw these big words, and snorted coldly: "What a big breath." Presumably, this is the residence where the flowers are not as good as the flowers and their children, so he walked to the door and asked the man angrily: "Is the flower red at home?"

The man also responded angrily: "I think you are impatient, dare to come here and shout?"

Wang Zaqing snorted coldly and said, "It's better to send flowers than to send flowers to hell for mother and son." ”

The man laughed and said: "Where did the madman come from, who ate the bear's heart and leopard gall, and didn't know whether he was dead or alive, came here to speak wildly and eat me with a stick." Before he could finish speaking, the iron rod in his hand suddenly left the ground, and with the sound of the wind, he swept across the waist of Wang Zaqing.

Wang Zaqing didn't even move, and waited until the iron rod was about to hit his waist, then he suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed the stick.

The man also clung to the iron rod with both hands and did not let go, trying to recapture it. But no matter how hard he tried, the stick was like it had taken root, and it could never be pulled back.

Wang Zaqing shouted loudly and said, "Go ahead! He waved the stick lightly, and the door flew like a stone pellet shot from a slingshot over the door wall and into the courtyard.

Wang Zaqing soon heard a series of screams coming from inside, and even the sound of sheng reeds and drums had stopped.

The other doorman immediately ran in.

Wang Zaqing stood at the door and waited, waiting for the flowers to come out with the flowers and the red mother and son.

He was sure they would come out soon.

Sure enough, the entrance hall was opened, and the courtyard was full of red, red, green and green decorations, bright and fancy.

I saw a huge four-wheeled soft couch, slowly pushed out of a wide stone road by eight young men as strong as oxen, the bed was covered with bright red ayara soft mattress, and on this four-wheeled soft couch there was a large coffee table, which was filled with all kinds of snacks and a pot of steaming tea.

The eight sturdy men pushed so carefully that they didn't even drop a single piece of candy on a few snacks.

To Wang Zaqing's great surprise, there was a woman sitting on the soft couch with a charcoal fire. The woman was at least nine feet long, for she sat on the couch, which was less than two feet high, and seemed to be about the same height as the men standing beside the couch. This woman's head is ten girth, her waist is round, her fists are like a huge bowl, her legs are like pillars, she is sitting cross-legged on the bed, and she looks like she is at least more than 200 catties. This fat woman was wearing white satin, and the fat on her body was protruding one by one, and on the bright red silk mattress, it looked even more white, and it really looked like a fleshy stone lotus.

On either side of the coffee table, there sat two young men in satin clothes.

The four-wheeled couch was quickly pushed to the door.

When Wang Zaqing took a closer look, he saw that this woman, although fat, was really not ugly, her tender and scraped face, and her delicate palms were as pink as a newborn baby. There are two willow eyebrows on the apricot eyes, and a silver tooth in the red lips. Radiant and graceful. If you lose another 100 pounds, what do you say about Zhaojun's beauty, it is really a race against Xi Shi.

The two young men sitting on the soft couch are also very handsome and handsome, with jade faces and red lips, electrified eyes, and broad foreheads, sitting on the side of the woman, with ten slender fingers, holding a teacup, and there is no need to strip off the crown of clothes, and change to a hairpin jacket.

These two beautiful young men didn't even look at Wang Zaqing.

Wang Zaqing was completely stunned.

Suddenly, the woman said, "Are you the little bastard who injured my precious son and killed my two dog minions?"

Wang Zaqing stared at the woman for a long time before saying, "You dead eight women, it's what I did, don't do the scholar's thing, let him go quickly." If you dare not obey, the sword is ruthless, and it will hurt your white fat flesh. ”

The fat woman frowned, and then smiled softly, "Don't you really know who I am?"

Wang Zaqing said: "What kind of bird are you with chicken feathers stuck in the bat's body? I haven't even heard of you, but I heard just now that your cheap name is what 'Jade-faced Demon Flower' flower is not as good." ”

Hua might as well "snort" coldly, and was not angry, but smiled: "Are you Wang Zaqing?"

Wang Zaoqing was actually not particularly willing to cause trouble at this time, and only hoped that she could release Xie Youlong as soon as possible, so he looked at the two delicate men beside him, and forcibly endured the disgust in his heart, but he was still not angry when he spoke, and said, "Yes, I am Wang Zaqing." The flowers are red, your forage-eating dogs?"

Hua Bu laughed and said, "Exactly, I'm just such an only dog." ”

Wang Zaqing sneered: "Since Hua Youhong is your dog, who are the two men you are holding in your arms?"

Hua is not as good as apricot eyes, staring at Wang Zaqing, sighed and said: "My precious son, a handful of and urine, has been holding him for more than ten years, a single woman, has worked hard for nearly twenty years, it is really not an easy task, now it is time to find a few godsons to serve me and enjoy the blessings." ”

Wang Zaqing scolded in a low voice: "It's really shameless. ”

Hua Bu beckoned to Wang Zaqing and said, "Come on, come on, Xiao Wang, I see that you look pretty good, although you don't have the grace of my two baby godsons, but you also have a different taste." If you are willing to be my godson, you can also sit on my soft couch like Xiaoyan and Pony. ”

The swallow and pony pursed their lips at once, and even the teacups were so heavy that they rested on the coffee table, looking like two jars of vinegar.

Hua might as well laugh and said, "Good son, don't be jealous, I will be good to you." ”

The three men were talking crazy as if no one was around.

Wang Zaqing couldn't hold back any longer, and scolded: "You face thicker than the city wall and the sword can't penetrate the goods, you are a good person, despicable and dirty, your words and deeds are dirty, so rude, eat me." ”

Hua might as well laugh and tremble, and said, "Okay, come here, take out your guy and give me something to eat." ”

Wang Zaqing's people have jumped off the horse's back, and the iron cone has also been shot, and the straight piercing flower is not as good as the throat.

Wang Zaqing has already seen that the flowers are not as good as the circles of fat on his neck.

The fat is shaking like waves in laughter.

Wang Zaqing believes that he definitely has a way to make the fat that is not as good as the flower never tremble again.

Because no matter how much fat a person has, as soon as he dies, the flesh will soon become stiff as wood, and the fat that is stiff as wood will only rot quickly, but it will no longer tremble in any case.

As long as the tip of this burnt steel armor-piercing cone pierced the woman's throat, the flower would surely die.

But Hua Hao didn't even lift her hand, she was still squinting and laughing, as if she didn't even see that the sharp weapon was about to pierce into her flesh, and then out of her flesh.

Swallow and Pony, who were sitting next to her, didn't seem to see the sharp awl.

As a result, Wang Zaqing's burnt steel armor-piercing cone had already pierced the flesh that was still trembling on Hua Bu's neck, and Wang Zaqing could even feel that the muscles were already rubbing against the cone.

But Hua Bu's laughter has not stopped, as if Wang Zaqing had just told her a very funny joke and was now gently tickling her.

Yan and Pony still hadn't looked up, and they were already slowly sipping their tea, as if they were completely intoxicated by the cup of tea.

The tip of the cone had already pierced at least five inches, but to Wang Zaqing's surprise, no blood spurted out, and after piercing these five inches, no matter how hard he tried, the awl in his hand could no longer move forward.

Wang Zaqing was taken aback, and was about to pull out the iron cone.

Hua Bu's laughter suddenly paused and lifted his neck.

Wang Zaqing immediately felt an invisible and strange subtle force, which bounced Wang Zaqing out like a mountain and a sea.

Wang Zaqing immediately involuntarily turned out three or four feet and fell on the stone slab under the four-wheeled soft couch.