Although it is a casino, I believe that there must be no fewer women in it than in the brothel, because men gamble, women also gamble, and beautiful women gamble more fiercely.

Since you gamble, of course you will lose, and if a man loses his life, he will become a slave in the money-throwing villa, so you know better than me what a woman loses her life and becomes.

So, today you should go to the places where women who have lost their lives should go to find women, and not come here to find us.

Although we have two women here, there is absolutely no one you are looking for, as for the green smoke proprietress in the back hall, although the charm still exists, but I believe it must not be to your liking.

Huo Longxie said coldly: You are right, there are indeed many women in the Golden Villa, which is even more than the concubines of Emperor Laozi in the palace.

Some of the women who lost their lives were sent to Guiyunzhuang to work as prostitutes, while others stayed to serve the brothers and guests in the village.

Those women, both in appearance and in size, are comparable to you two women, but I will come out to you today.

No, to be precise, it should be the red willow girl who is following you. As I said just now, the reason why I want to kill you is because this red willow girl has caused you to be involved?

Lan Yutang smiled and touched his nose.

When he thinks about problems, he always habitually touches his nose, and he still learned this problem from a certain senior in the rivers and lakes.

It is said that the nose and the brain are linked, and touching the nose can help sort out the clues, and the bigger the nose, the smarter the person will be.

Lan Yutang thought for a while with his thumb against the tip of his nose, and then looked up at Huo Longxie, as if he hadn't heard his words clearly until this time, and said with a smile:

Oh? Then can I ask, why did it say that the red willow caused me? Is it because I stopped you from killing the red willow, that's why you want to kill me?

The fat on Fire Dragon Xie's face began to tremble.

His fat trembled when he laughed, he trembled when he cried, he trembled when he was nervous, and when he was excited, his fat trembled even more.

I just don't know whether the fat on his face suddenly trembled at this time, whether he was crying, laughing, nervous, or excited.

Because all his expressions had been covered by the thick fat on his face.

Then, a strange voice was heard coming from his thick pile of fat.

The reason why the voice is strange is that his mouth has also been completely hidden in the pile of fat meat, so it will be affected when he speaks.

Although his voice was indistinct, it could make everyone understand what he meant, and said coldly: Hongliu was originally a slave of our Golden Villa, and was sent to Guiyunzhuang to sell himself to pay off the debts he owed.

Three years ago, she had pledged five thousand taels of silver, but now she had even paid off the interest on five thousand taels of silver, and left there without permission.

The rules of the Golden Throwing Villa are that if you leave your place for no reason, you must die, so she has to die, and since you want the hero to save the beauty, you have to die too.

It doesn't matter if you are an immortal phoenix, an immortal chicken, or an immortal bird, as long as you want to break the rules of the Golden Throwing Villa, this is the only end.

Hearing this, Hongliu's face was no longer bloody.

Her lips trembled, almost biting blood, and she didn't know if she was afraid or worried about Lan Yutang, so she pressed Lan Yutang tighter.

As soon as Huo Longxie's words fell, she didn't know where she suddenly got the courage, so she walked straight to him and whispered: I should die myself, so can I go back with you now?

Although the expression on Huo Longxie's face was still so kind and amiable, the words he said were as simple as nails on the ground, and he said coldly: No.

The red willow's head hung lower, and her face turned even paler.

Lan Yutang suddenly smiled, took her in his arms, and said softly: I said, as long as I am here, no one can kill you, and no one can kill me.

Speaking of this, he looked up at the fat on the big water tank, and his originally kind face suddenly became deep and cold, like an angry king of the forest, and said:

Since you're so sure you'll be able to kill me, you can do it now, but I can assure you that you'll regret it if you do.

Because I've made up my mind that even if I splash dirty water all over my body today, I'm going to stab you in the stomach to see if it's dirty water from the gutter.

The air that had already dissolved condensed again at this moment.

They stared at each other coldly.

As a bystander, the fast knife Xiang Fang and Wutong were also infected by the murderous aura that shrouded the room at this moment, and their breathing became heavy.

They didn't even dare to breathe or blink, as if they were afraid that in the blink of an eye, they would miss a duel that was rare in the world.

The immortal phoenix is all the masters in the rivers and lakes, but no one has ever seen him make a move, because the people who have seen him make a move are already dead.

Lan Yutang's moves are gorgeous, brilliant, like fireworks, and when it blooms the most beautiful flowers, it will disappear in an instant.

In this poppy-like heavy and intense murderous aura, Wutong seemed to be moved, and his eyes had already moved away from the hand of the fast knife to Fang.

Although Xiang Fang's hand was flawless and unparalleled in the world, she didn't want to miss Lan Yutang's shot.

Xiang Fang's hand can be seen often, but Lan Yutang's shot is once in a hundred years, or this is simply the last chance in her life.

She began to stare at Lan Yutang's hand.

Although Lan Yutang's hand is not as perfect as the hand that is fast and square, exuding an elegant atmosphere, there is a certain indescribable beauty when you look closely.

What's more, the terrifying immortal jade flute was in his hand at the moment.

This is a flute full of fantasy, and it is also a murderous flute, but I don't know whether Lan Yutang is the Phoenix Night Melody, the Phoenix Town Requiem, or the Golden Phoenix Dart this time.

However, no matter what, it seems that there is blood to water this immortal jade flute, either the blood of the big water tank or Lan Yutang's own blood.

At this moment, the immortal jade flute seemed to have smelled the smell of blood in the air, and began to whisper in Lan Yutang's hand.

It is like a rose that has just been bathed in the dew of a cold night in late autumn, slowly blooming in silence, becoming redder and more colorful, like the excitement of a beast waiting to eat man.

The fat on Huo Longxie's whole body had stopped trembling, as if it had been suddenly frozen by something, and a thin layer of white gas had risen from it.

And those thin cold sweats have penetrated the back of the clothes.

Although he has always been very confident in his martial arts, but at this moment, when he faced this legendary immortal phoenix, he suddenly realized that he was not as confident as he imagined.