The willow moon danced in the light smoke, like a fairy in the clouds, not vulgar but seductive. It can be seen that those wealthy sons and wealthy businessmen have an urge to spend a lot of money to win the smile of the beauties.

The wealthy talents here, who is not a romantic figure in Haocheng, who is not burdened with all kinds of love debts, the beauty of Haocheng is self-pasted upside down, how can the women who play with it count. These self-sustaining wealthy sons have never seen this battle, maybe you are rich, and even more so in this vast city, there are more background strength than you.

The level is different, the grade is different, if you want to get close to a woman like Liu Yue'er, the family has money and power, and it depends on how rich and powerful you are.

But at this time, there was a table of slightly drunk local tyrant businessmen shouting through the strength of wine. "What a pretty girl, we can't find it, one thousand taels, I'll give one thousand taels, the girl on the stage, as long as you come over to have a glass of wine with the uncle, this thousand taels is yours!"

There was a burst of disdain around, and at a glance, I knew which small place the local tyrant came from, and I didn't know what kind of thing this mighty city was as deep as the sea, and a thousand taels was a thing. However, Fu Xiaowa, who was walking by the railing on the second floor, shouted from his heart, I drink, it doesn't matter if I drink a jar.

Liu Yue'er on the gimbal smiled lightly, still dancing.

This makes the local tyrant businessman so faceless, he is a big salt merchant in the northwest of the dynasty, he wants to make the northwest dishes light, the northwest dishes have to be light, in the northwest he is used to it, how can he stand this anger, the wine came up and said: "10,000 taels, 10,000 taels of silver, Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, and there are girls who can't be smashed with money!"

This number is a bit large, and there are many fewer disdainful eyes present. But there are still people who are unbalanced in their hearts, not just a rich man, not a rich man.

This is also true, investing money like this, 10,000 taels is not a small amount. Liu Yue'er on that stage was still unmoved, still dancing lightly in the fairy sound, and the rich man couldn't help but tremble with anger.

"Damn, no one hasn't given me Luo Batian's face, and told you Cuiyuntai owners to get out!" The rich man named Luo Batian slapped the table and got up. Angry.

Suddenly, the dancing courtesans scattered in fright. And that Liu Yue'er is a rich businessman who has seen the world, dropped her dance steps, and looked at this noisy scene.

This Liu Yueye is a prostitute, which is not what she wants. She was also a scholarly family. It is also one of the best ladies in Haocheng. Later, the family fell into the middle of the road, and the family was unable to repay the debts. And she practiced piano, chess, calligraphy and painting when she was a child, that day. The proprietress of Fengyue Tower came and made a promise to her, she didn't need to sell herself to accompany the guests, she only needed to go to Fengyue Tower to dance to the guests.

Seeing that the parents at home are sick, and they can wander in this world, they should also get off this boss.

From that moment on, she was dancing in the land of wind and moon to help drink, but she didn't want to, it didn't matter if this dance, where had those rich sons who often visited the land of wind and moon seen such a beautiful woman. They have long been accustomed to spending a lot of money and two, and they can hold a woman all night. Now he has spent all his money, and he can't get a chance to kiss Fangze. The more you can't get something, the more people want to get it, this is the cheapness of people, this is the talent of the sons of ten miles and eight towns, this time, the name of Liu Yue'er began to flourish.

Haocheng is naturally the territory of these wealthy brothers, how can people step on the field, and it is still under Liu Yue'er, this is not a good opportunity to get ahead.

I saw a man in white grab the seven-star sword on the table, and pointed handsomely: "Where did the hillbilly come from, there are a few stinky money, and he dares to be presumptuous in Haocheng!"

Fu Xiaowa sighed, seeing that this time it was lively, the hall on the first floor of Cuiyuntai was noisy.

"Hahahaha, just with your small figures, you don't know if my Luo family is a tyrant in the northwest, and it's not salt that dominates, but kung fu!"

"Then let you know the depth of this vast city, not the land that your small local tyrant can get!"

The white-clothed man drew his sword, that is, he attacked, the sword drew three flowers, and the angle was tricky, and the famous children of Haocheng here were not taught by famous teachers, and their kung fu would not be weak.

But seeing that the Luo Batian steel knife was as red as quenching, the qi yuan turned into a physical realm, the fifth layer of kung fu, and the fame of the Northwest tyrant was not obtained casually, and within ten moves, he kicked the white-clothed man away, hit the beam pillar and slid down, spitting blood one by one.

"Hahahaha, I don't know the depths of the child, with this little bit of work in my hand, I want to come forward, and it is easy to die young!"

Fu Xiaowa was upstairs watching the excitement with relish, at this time the door of the Accord opened, at this time Yuan Wenhua walked out, and saw what Fu Xiaowa was looking at, he asked: "What's going on outside here?"

"What about fighting, thieves look good!" Fu Xiaowa said with great interest.

Seeing this situation, Yuan Wenhua was afraid that he was going to sweep away Miss Yarui's excitement, so he jumped up, his toes were light, and he jumped down from the second floor with a dashing momentum, his aura was extraordinary, he drew his sword and pointed at Na Luo Batian, and his voice was cold and simple: "Get out!"

Yuan Wenhua's posture is indeed personable and incomparably handsome.

"Alas, it's another rack style, see if you don't beat your mother!" Luo Batian is not afraid of these sons and brothers, the knives in his hands are quenched out of blood, and he has experienced countless killing scenes.

I'm afraid that the sword in Yuan Wenhua's hand has more blood than he has quenched.

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