Qiu Jin quickly sat down next to Ye Yiran, took one of her delicate hands, smelled it vigorously, and the body smell entered his nose. The yellow-haired man said with a satisfied look: "It smells so good."
Qiu Jin picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
Fill up again.
He picked up a strand of red hair between his fingers.
One smell.
One drink.
After drinking for a few times, Qiu Jin felt slightly drunk. He put his arms around Ye Yiran's waist and said loudly: "Beauty is here, smell the fragrance and drink. I wonder who in the world of martial arts is more romantic than me?"
Ling Zhen said with a smile while drinking: "It's so comfortable. I'm envious. Little brother, I'm really envious."
Ye Yiran, who was forcibly held in his arms, did not resist. As the noble princess of Tianluo, she coldly lowered her voice and said: "One day I will kill you, with my own hands."
Qiu Jin raised his head and drank another glass, and said with a smile: "Then it depends on whether you have the ability..."
At this time, a rough and very rude voice came from outside the door: "I insist on living in this room today, don't be bold if you dare to stop my 'Eight-faced Dragon', are you looking for death?!"
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Wei Jie just stared and said with twitching lips, "What is this? Meng Huan is here?"
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As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the private room on the second floor was kicked open with great force.
Ling Zhen didn't look carefully, and subconsciously shouted loudly, "Where did this unreasonable person come from? Get out!"
In the past, when I was wandering around in popular places, the most annoying thing was being disturbed by others.
That's why Ling Zhen yelled so subconsciously.
Looking towards the door, there was a huge queue of more than a dozen men standing with swords on their shoulders.
The leader was a stocky short man wearing a white mandarin jacket, with a stern look on his face.
Come to think of it, this person is Mo Daudao, who calls himself the Eight-faced Dragon.
In his left hand, the man surnamed Mo held a woman wearing brocade silk. This woman had an extremely graceful figure, with a slim waist and plump hips, and two heavy breasts that towered into the clouds.
Wearing heavy makeup, she exudes a powdery air.
Looking at this plump and exquisite woman, Ling Zhen couldn't help but recall the famous courtesans he had met in brothels in the past.
Among them, the most profound impression was naturally made by Leng Miaoyin, the great courtesan who tried to assassinate her in the Dream Fairy House of Red Dream Mansion but failed in the end.
Ling Zhen still remembered that day, if Xiao Qun, a girl in black, had not appeared in time and killed Leng Huagui, he would have died in that large brothel in Qinhuai City.
It's incredible.
The remnant of Baolin who lost his country actually saved his own life.
Ling Zhen was thinking about it, and inexplicably recalled the damn man in Tsing Yi who mysteriously broke into the Red Dream Mansion and made various plans to frame him.
Suddenly I felt angry, I slapped the table and cursed.
Among the people in the world that Ling Zhen would like to kill quickly, the man in Tsing Yi whose name is unknown can undoubtedly be ranked among the top five.
And it is destined not to be fifth!
At the door, the stocky, short and fat Mo Daring grabbed the Man Yue Lou shopkeeper by the collar and cursed fiercely: "Go and find out, when did your grandpa Mo stay there?! Today I am the King of Heaven. Here we go, I want to reserve the best private room!"
After saying that, he flew out with a kick and kicked the shopkeeper out. Then he spat on the ground and shouted into the room: "Everyone in there, get out of here quickly, this room will be old..."
Before the word "子" came out of his mouth, Mo Daudao, a man in a white coat, suddenly felt his eyes flashing, followed by a tightening of the back of his neck, and his whole body was pulled by an inexplicable pulling force.
The person who took action was not Ling Zhen, who was immersed in hatred for the people in Tsing Yi.
But Qiu Jin.
None of the men carrying knives outside the house could react.
In an instant, Boss Mo was held hostage with a sword by the yellow-haired man in the room.
Qiu Jin put the long sword on Mo DaDao's neck, gently stroked his head, and said with a smile: "Mo DaDao, Mo DaDa, what a good name, your parents both warned you not to go too far. You are so bold, why don't you listen? Your nickname is the 'Eight-faced Dragon', right? If I cut off one of your heads, seven more will surely grow. After all, there are still seven faces. It’s interesting, I have to give it a try.”
Ling Zhen looked at the door and rolled his eyes with a smile.
Idiots who seek death are always so pitiful and cute.
When Mo Dadan heard that he was going to cut off his head, he wet his pants on the spot. He was so horrified that he stammered: "Uncle, I have... blind eyes, but I can't see the mountain. I bumped into the old man, but... I still hope for the old man." Spare my little life..."
Qiu Jin smelled a strong smell of urine. It was obvious that this short man had peed his pants. He frowned in displeasure and said: "The name is 'Bold', but he is such a timid person. Get out of here." , killing someone like you is really dirtying my sword."
Ling Zhen burst out laughing, "It's okay if I pee because I was scared!"
Qiu Jin withdrew his sword and kicked Mo DaDa out of the room, having saved his life.
Fortunately, Mo DaDa was helped by people outside the house, so he didn't get hurt. After barely standing still, he waved his hand and said "withdraw", then took the brocade woman's hand and walked downstairs.
Unexpectedly, the woman suddenly began to struggle vigorously, as if unwilling to leave like this, and shouted: "This little girl is from a good family, but she was robbed here by this evil man. I beg a hero to save me from the sea of suffering. I am willing to give my life to you!"
Mo DaDa immediately became furious and cursed at the top of his voice: "Why are you yelling? Believe it or not, I will tear your mouth apart!"
"Leave that woman behind."
Qiu Jin said loudly, "It's okay if I don't stay. I'll keep your life, Mo Daring."
After hesitating for a moment between the woman and his life, Mo boldly chose the latter. After all, his life was more important than anything else. He let go of the hand of the woman beside him and hurriedly fled downstairs with everyone.
The woman with a wonderful figure came to the room with graceful steps.
Without even looking at Ling Zhen, he immediately knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowed to Qiu Jin, and said loudly: "Little girl Zhou Yuanyuan, thank you hero for saving me!"
Ling Zhen vaguely discovered some clues.
It's just that due to the current situation, it was not revealed in time.
"Stop calling yourself a little girl, you are not 'little' at all."
Qiu Jin stepped forward to help her up and said with a smile: "Come on, 'big' girl, you can also have a drink with me. For girls, the more the better!"
One small and one big.
Ling Zhen was greatly impressed by Brother Qiu's ability to use words.
Well, next time you visit a brothel, try this idea!
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"Aren't these things what I said before..."
Wei Jie looked at the thin, dark old man with a bitter smile.
Ying Chun's smile was filled with amusement, "Good words, use them often, it doesn't hurt."
