The sky was slightly bright, but Qian Jianhuan, who had always slept well, opened his eyes early, pushed open the door of his room in the backyard of Linyue Building, sat on the stone bench, and looked at the gray sky in Yangshi: Rong Ji, why does it take so long? He hasn't come to me yet. Is something wrong?
Feeling inexplicably panicked, Qian Jianhuan straightened the gray robe on his body, got up and went back to his room. After getting dressed, he left Linyue Tower early and went to the palace.
On the seventh floor of the Baihua Temple, the flying pigeon landed next to the window on the seventh floor. Baguio took off the letter from the flying pigeon's feet: Linyue Tower and Chaoyang Restaurant in Yangshi were opened by the prince's goddaughter Qian Jianhuan, and the receptionists were as high as civil and military. Hundreds of officials, down to knights and knights, and children of rich families - Huan Yan pays his respects.
After looking at it, Baguio's lips curled up into a smile, and his eyes flashed. Although there were some demon sect spies in Dazhou Yang City, it was still a bit difficult to collect information.
If Linyue Tower and Chaoyang Restaurant are taken over, it will bring a lot of convenience to the task of annihilating the traitors of the former religion.
Baguio summoned Fengjiu as ordered.
Fengjiu, dressed in black clothes as black as ink, stepped into the Eighth Floor of the Hundred Flowers Temple, the Pavilion of Ecstasy, like a ghost emperor from hell.
"Fengjiu meets the palace master." Fengjiu stood upright and gave a faint salute.
Baguio didn't pay attention to Baguio, who was lying carelessly on the flower chair. He held a golden pipe in his jade hand painted with danko, and smoke rings puffed out from his flaming red lips. His eyes were blurred and lazy.
"Go and invite the owner of Linyue Building here. I have some business to discuss with her." After Baguio finished speaking, he raised his head and blew out the smoke happily, with a faint smile on his lips.
"Yes" Fengjiu accepted the order. She understood that Baguio's request was to let the master of Linyue Tower come to Baihua Temple no matter what means he used.
"Two days ago..." Baguio shook off the tobacco from the end of his pipe, and with his slender white hands took out a few tobacco sticks from the tobacco vat on the table next to the Wanhua Chair, rolled them up, and put them into the end of his pipe.
"Cough cough" Baguio coughed twice and lit a cigarette.
"Two days ago, Hua Yi found out that the person who killed Ghost Sword and Thousand-faced Poison Lord was Rong Ji, the eighth disciple under Old Man Murong of Lingxu Mountain. Ahem," Baguio took a puff of cigarette and said hesitantly.
"This man's sword is the ancient artifact Zhanhan Sword. This sword can strengthen good and eliminate evil. People in our demon sect have no use for it, but whoever pulls out this sword can find the host of the divine and demonic curse." Baguio narrowed his sharp eyes. eye……
"The palace master made it clear" Fengjiu City is a deep palace, but Luo Liba is most afraid of being wordy when speaking.
"Go and invite the master of Linyue Building. The next task is to follow Rong Ji to find the host of the magic curse and lift the seal of the "Three Yin Demonic Spectrum" for the leader." Baguio stepped down from the Ten Thousand Flowers Chair and brushed away the magic spell in the middle of the Soul Pavilion. Dark blue floating yarn.
Fengjiu looked at Baguio in front of her. She had white shoulders, plump breasts with deep grooves, exquisite makeup, and was dressed in a blue gauze dress with a strong fragrance.
Fengjiu and Baguio were both in the Temple of Flowers and ranked among the most beautiful courtesan, but Fengjiu's beauty had a murderous aura, as if it was repelling people thousands of miles away.
Baguio has an innate charm. When Baguio talks to men, her tone and facial expressions always make men feel ambiguous and full of seduction. But when you think about it more, you will feel I am whimsical.
This trait is often something Fengjiu looks down upon. Although Baguio is the master of the Baihua Temple, in Fengjiu's heart, she is just like the woman who sells her body on the ground floor of the Baihua Temple. She is full of vulgarity and tempts men all the time, which makes Fengjiu Jiu felt dirty.
"What are you thinking about?" Baguio looked at Fengjiu with a deep, bottomless gaze.
"Does the Palace Master have any other instructions?" Fengjiu asked nonchalantly.
"Go down." Baguio's eyes were slightly cold. He felt that Fengjiu had always disliked him, but he couldn't find any evidence.
Before leaving, Fengjiu glanced at Baguio's large breasts, her eyes filled with contempt. Even Huan Yan, the head of the oiran, rarely looked so exposed.
"Fengjiu!!!! When I marry the leader, you will definitely see your identity clearly! I want you to wash my feet! The leader of the Seven Chiefs will not be punished, right..." Baguio sat back The Wanhua chair shattered the table next to it...
Fengjiu, who came out of the Pavilion of Ecstasy, had a cold expression on her face: She was obviously a slut who was unable to do anything, and she had to put herself on a high note.
Fengjiu soared into the sky and passed over the roofs of buildings in Beiyan Yindu. She was going to Dazhouyang City.
Qian Jianhuan entered the palace and went straight to the prince.
"Huan'er, where are you going in this outfit?" The prince saw Qian Jianhuan carrying a luggage bag, without the usually inseparable little dragon girl behind him.
"Godfather... I have taken good care of Linyue Building and Chaoyang Restaurant, and I have given them to Long Er to manage." Qian Jianhuan looked at the prince.
"You...if you need something, I'm ready to salute you." The prince looked at her with firm eyes, as if he had made up his mind.
"Daddy, I want to go to the city that never sleeps to find Rong Ji." Qian Jianhuan always felt uneasy. She was afraid that Rong Ji would be in danger.
"No!! In half a month, Jiuyun will be here. How can I explain to Jiuyun like this? How can I explain to your parents?" The prince put down the tea in his hand and said a little angrily.
"But Rong Ji is my friend. I knew he was in danger but didn't save him. I...godfather~" Qian Jianhuan walked up and shook the prince's hand.
"Please draw me another map of the city that never sleeps." Qian Jianhuan said reluctantly.
"My godfather only has one map of the Evernight City, and he never looks at the map, so how can he draw it for you..." The old prince said with wandering eyes and a smile on his lips.
"I don't believe it! Godfather..." Qian Jianhuan started acting coquettishly again.
"There is nothing my godfather can do. Huan'er, please wait another half month and let Elder Jiuyun and others take you there. They must know the terrain of the Demon Sect." The old prince looked at Qian Jianhuan and advised.
"Daddy, I can't wait! I'll find a way on my own. I'm here to say goodbye to you today..." Qian Jianhuan could only break the pot. She believed that the old prince would not ignore her.
After that, Qian Jianhuan let go of the old prince's sleeves, saluted, and left in a hurry. "Daddy, take care."
Seeing that he couldn't defeat her, the old prince could only sigh and said, "Come back, come back, come back."
Qian Jianhuan smiled proudly, turned around and ran over, "What's the matter, godfather?"
"Come to the study with me..." The old prince shook his head helplessly and led her to the study.
"I still have the last map in my study. You have to be careful and don't force yourself with others. If you encounter trouble that cannot be solved, running away is the best option. My godfather can't do anything to you, hey..." The prince pointed. He shouted in the direction of the study.
"I know my godfather..." Qian Jianhuan was so happy that she felt happy when she thought of Rong Ji.
"You must come back safely. My godfather has to explain to Elder Jiuyun that if the demon sect is not restored, people will be gone..." The old prince looked worried.
"I know, I know..." Qian Jianhuan replied.
