She was like a flower that was not stained by dust, coming slowly and falling into this muddy place.
Bai Yimei is not afraid of them. It can be said that as long as they are men and they like women, she has nothing to fear, because she is the kind of beauty that men long for.
Immediately, she saw the reckless man sitting alone in the corner drinking among the crowd. He just raised his head slightly and glanced at her.
Cao Mangke's eyes paused, and then he lowered his head to drink.
But with just one glance, she knew that she had a chance of winning. After all, the other party stayed on him for a moment. It was only a moment, but it was enough to prove that she had caused ripples in his heart.
As Bai Yimei entered, a group of black-clad killers soon walked in. They held swords and shouted, slashing at Bai Yimei. Bai Yimei yelled and dodged left and right in the crowd.
Many big men who couldn't stand it wanted to be a hero and save the beauty, so they drew their swords to kill the black-clothed killers. However, the black-clothed killers were superb in martial arts and were unusual killers, and each of them acted viciously.
Bai Yimei dodged around in the crowd, pretended to fall, and with a soft cry, she fell into the arms of the reckless man.
The reckless guest was holding the wine bowl and drinking slowly, but unexpectedly, the wine bowl in her hand was knocked away by her, the wine spilled on the floor, and there was someone in her arms.
"Oh!" She cried softly, finally seeing clearly the other person's face hidden under the love hat.
Just as the two black-clothed killers flew up and swung their swords and slashed at Bai Yimei, Bai Yimei was so frightened that she stretched out her hand to cover her face, and Cao Mangke quickly pulled out the broken sword on the table and swiped two swords. Then, he killed the two killers and sheathed his sword, causing an uproar in the field.
Seeing this, the other black-clothed killers knew they were outmatched, so they winked at each other, and then exited the Tuyao Inn with ease.
"Girl, you're okay." Cao Mangke said calmly in a deep voice.
"I'm so scared..." Bai Yimei shivered with fear, curling up in his arms like a soft white dove.
Cao Mangke stood up. He was very tall and straight. He stretched out his hand and pushed her away. He picked up the sword on the table and prepared to leave.
Everyone in Tuyao Inn asked, "Who are you?"
His attack just now was too fast, so fast that they didn't even see it clearly. How could such an outstanding master hide in such a shabby Tuyao Inn?
Cao Mangke didn't answer and was about to go back to his room with his sword.
Two big men raised their swords, one on the left and one on the right, blocking his way, saying: "Knights, please leave your name!"
Cao Mangke seemed a little impatient. He raised his head and looked at them coldly, and then said in a low voice: "Meng Wange."
Cao Mangke announced his name, and everyone in the Tuyao Inn exclaimed:
"Meng Wange?"
"Meng Wange!"
"Are you Meng Wange, who became famous at the sword trial competition and was awarded the title of Sword Master?"
Meng Wange, after a battle in the sword trial competition, was listed in the realm of sword master. His sword was called the "Unruly Sword".
Man is an unruly person, and the sword is also an unruly sword.
Meng Wange was once the deputy head of the Soul Hunting Department. Although Meng Wange left the Soul Hunting Department and became homeless, he lived more like Meng Wange.
He didn't speak anymore. The two big men had already retracted the knives in front of him, and everyone made way for them.
These people are all people who lick blood from their swords, but they are in awe of them. After all, a homeless man can be ranked at the level of a sword master, which shows how good his swordsmanship is. For them, Meng Wange represents the hero of the lower class society and is their benchmark.
Although Bai Yimei is not
She knew why these people were acting like this, but she understood that their expressions at the moment were not because of her, but because they were suppressed by Meng Wange.
They looked at him like a great hero, their eyes full of admiration and yearning. This made Bai Yimei feel inexplicably excited, as if her blood was boiling.
"Hey!" She called him, then picked up the hem of her white skirt and ran towards Meng Wange.
Meng Wange carried the unruly sword and walked calmly upstairs. Bai Yimei chased her and said: "Knights, stay! Knights, stay!"
Meng Wange paused and asked, "Miss, what are you doing?"
thing? "
Bai Yimei pretended to be scared and said: "I'm... afraid..."
Meng Wange turned sideways but did not look back and asked, "What are you afraid of?"
Bai Yimei whispered: "I'm afraid those killers in black will come back again..."
After speaking, she stretched out her hands and held his wrists. His wrists were as hard as iron, and her hands wrapped around his wrists as if they were wrapped around her fingers.
"Since ancient times, heroes deserve beauties! Great beauty, Knight Meng saved you just now. Do you want to pledge your life to me?"
"It seems that Knight Meng is going to have a romantic night tonight! Hahahaha!"
"Come, let's drink! Drink!"
Everyone laughed in the Tuyao Inn, and Meng Wange didn't say much. He picked up Mei Mei, who was as soft as a boneless white dress, and walked upstairs.
The laughter downstairs became louder and louder, and there was also the rhythmic clash of swords. People seemed to be celebrating something, and they became happy for no reason.
The love, hatred, and hatred between people in the world are always so happy. When the sword comes out and the sword comes back, the grudges are gone. When the sword goes away, the sword comes back, and the grudges are wiped away with laughter.
Back in the room, Meng Wange threw Bai Yimei onto the bed.
Bai Yimei screamed in pain, and then said coquettishly: "Master Meng really doesn't know how to show mercy at all, and he hurts the slave family!"
After saying that, he stood up and rushed towards Meng Wange.
Meng Wange pulled out the unruly sword, and the shining tip of the sword was pressed against Bai Yimei's raised throat. If she moved an inch forward, her throat would definitely be sealed with blood.
Bai Yimei screamed in fright, and quickly stepped back. Her face turned pale and she said, "Meng... hero, you... what are you going to do?"
Meng Wange asked coldly: "Who are you? What is the purpose of approaching me?"
Bai Yimei bit her red lips lightly and said with tears in her eyes: "My name is Bai Yimei, and she is the top oiran in Baihua Deep. Because she has been good-looking since she was a child, her parents sold her into Baihua Deep to do that* ** Skin business."
At this point, Bai Yimei began to sob, covered her face with her sleeves, and said: "I don't know which distinguished guest I have offended? It must be that I have a ledger on my body, which records the evidence of the crimes of officials, big and small, and I must hand it over..." ...The slave family...the slave family has no account books at all. Who would have thought that they would hire murderers to assassinate...wuwuwu...wuwuwu...the slave family's life is so miserable!"
"They are not ordinary killers." Meng Wange said solemnly.
Bai Yimei was startled and looked up at him, with a string of crystal clear beauty tears hanging on her pink face.
Meng Wange asked: "Do you want to go back?"
Bai Yimei was startled and said, "Go back? Where are you going back?"
"Deep Flowers, if you want to go back, I will take you back."
Bai Yimei thought for a moment, then bit her lip and said softly: "I...I won't go back. If I go back, I will just die. Meng Daxia is a very powerful martial artist. I want to stay with Meng Daxia and ask him to protect me."
When she spoke, her charming eyes were shining, full of tenderness and sweetness, so touching and touching.
Meng Wan's singer gently picked up the unruly sword,
Then he opened the fox fur belt tied around her snow-white neck, and the thin white fur slid down slowly like water, revealing her graceful figure.
She wears a red bellyband embroidered with white peonies inside, and a thin white spring shirt outside, which is as silky as mist, showing off her exquisite body in a graceful and graceful way.
Meng Wange looked at the white oiran in front of him, his throat trembled slightly, then he sheathed his sword and stepped forward.
Bai Yimei's eyes exuded a cunning light, which was the light that only appeared when she saw the fish take the bait, but it was fleeting and was covered by a beautiful smile.
She doesn't know any martial arts, but it is an extremely sharp sword. She doesn't care what martial arts moves there are in the world. She can capture the opponent with just one move.
There are laws of survival in rivers and lakes, and there are laws of survival in the depths of hundreds of flowers. However, no matter what the law is, survival of the fittest is the kingly way.
She gently danced her waist, which was as soft as willow and as light as cotton wool. Her thin sleeves were as graceful as butterflies flying, and her white skirt trembled gently like running water, turning gracefully.
Meng Wange, who has always been licking blood at the tip of a knife, has never seen such gentleness, such charm, and such tenderness? on his Adam's apple
He slid down slightly, swallowed hard, and his eyes turned slightly red.
She gently picked up a wisp of black hair with her orchid fingers, which was like smoke, and lightly scratched his face. It was like clouds blowing on his face, like spring breeze, tickling his heart.
Dressed in white, she charms the world, and her dancing posture captivates the city. I saw her place her orchid finger on her lips and lightly touch it, smile coquettishly, half-tilt her head, her charming figure in white clothes, like jade and gelatin, all ecstatic, asked him softly: "Did Master Meng agree to protect the Nu family?"
Meng Wange showed a faint smile and said, "If you don't want to go back, I will take you with me to the end of the world."
After hearing this, Bai Yimei felt warm in her heart. She stood up and put her arms around Meng Wange's neck. She pushed away the bamboo hat that Meng Wange was wearing on her head. The two looked at each other, their hot breaths falling on each other's faces. There is a restlessness ready to move.
Her tender hands gently circled the back of his neck, gently rubbing it back and forth. She lowered her head to carefully test his thin lips. Their lips seemed to move across each other, touching cautiously. The red lips are like flowers and jade, and the traces of them wash away Meng Wange's tired body and mind, making him relax his vigilance little by little.
The pear rain falls outside the small building, and the beaded curtains of the gauze tent tremble.
The red candles swayed in the gentle countryside, and the spring breeze was short-lived.
At dawn, a beautiful figure walked out of Tuyao Inn. Outside the door, there was a gorgeous carriage waiting for her. This beauty was Mei Mei wearing a white thin fur coat.
The man wearing a golden mask was already standing there waiting for her. He put his hands behind his back and said to her: "You can go."
Bai Yimei said: "What are you going to do to him next?"
The man said: "To you, he is just a benefactor for a night of fun, what's the matter? You just slept for one night, and you can't let him go? Bai Huakui is a person who lives a thorough life. I advise you not to let him go." One day of rain and dew will ruin a lifetime."
Bai Yimei smiled coldly, without saying another word. She picked up the hem of her skirt and stepped onto the carriage. The carriage drove slowly towards the depths of the flowers.
The red plum blossoms on the roadside are in full bloom, and the clouds and smoke pass through the gaps, gradually becoming smokey. The beauty's silhouette is like a charming landscape painting, but if a beauty is ruthless, she is often much more decisive than a man.
Perhaps the man in black took a fancy to her and asked her to carry out this mission.
Meng Wange woke up and didn't see Bai Yimei. He hurriedly picked up the Boogie Sword, put on his clothes, and rushed downstairs. He saw a man in black sitting downstairs, waiting for him. There were people standing on both sides of him. A group of men in black.
