"So you are the third boss of the Blood Clothes Pavilion." Qian Tu snorted coldly, with a flash of coldness in his eyes, "I was looking for you, but you showed up to the door yourself."
After saying that, he moved, like a sword unsheathed, and stabbed Chun Shisanniang in the blink of an eye. The speed was so fast that it was unpredictable!
However, Chun Shisanniang had obviously expected it. With a smile on her face, her movements were agile and fast, and she avoided Qian Tu's attack in an instant. At the same time, she looked at him with charming eyes and her tone was as lingering as silk: "Oh, Master Have you heard of the name of the slave family?"
Her voice was deep and sultry, making you want to be in awe.
Qian Tu stared at Chun Shisanniang coldly, with no emotion on his face and a cold tone: "Of course it was your apprentice who said it when he was dying. Anyway, I will send you down to reunite with her today."
Chun Shisanniang smiled coquettishly and gently covered her lips: "Keke, Mr. Qian, the slave family has been taboo about accepting apprentices since childhood. How can I have the intention to accept apprentices, let alone..."
Before she could finish her words, her body was already like a ghost, her toes were on the railing, and she walked lightly around behind Qian Tu. Her slender white arms hugged his neck from behind, and her jade hands gently caressed his chest. The fragrance overflowed close to his ears, whispering ambiguously:
"The slave family only loves men, especially handsome men like Mr. Qian."
Chun Shisanniang's movements were gentle and charming. Her arms tightly hugged Qian Tu's waist, and her plump breasts were closely attached to his solid and broad back.
"presumptuous!"
Qian Tu was furious, his true energy surged out of his body, and an unparalleled sense of oppression instantly enveloped his surroundings. Chun Shisanniang groaned, her face turned pale, and she struggled to break free.
But Chun Shisanniang was not angry. Instead, she looked at him with interest and said, "At such a young age, he has reached the eleventh level of Qi training. He is indeed a very talented person."
Qian Tu stared at her paper-pale face, a sarcastic light flashed in his eyes, and then a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, I advise you to just surrender, otherwise don't My sword is ruthless!"
At this time, Chun Shisanniang suddenly rushed onto the stage like a monster. Her movements were extremely strange and her steps were light and graceful, as if a ghost was shuttling among the many girls.
Immediately afterwards, several crisp sounds were heard, and the dancers fell to the ground one after another.
"stop!"
Qian Tu shouted loudly, his eyes tightened, and his sword intent surged.
His body rushed out instantly and shot towards Chun Shisanniang.
Facing her opponent's fierce sword, Chun Shisanniang was surprised, but she did not take it lightly.
She transformed into a ghost, and with strong Qinggong skills, she cleverly avoided the deadly sword edge.
However, the sword energy still left scars when it grazed her body. She tightly protected her chest, and the twisted expression on her face revealed the pain, but she still had a charming smile on her lips.
"Keke, Mr. Qian, the game is not over yet..." Her voice floated in the air like a ghost and gradually disappeared without a trace.
The disappearance of Chun Shisanniang made everything return to normal. However, in this peaceful atmosphere, Qian Tu felt the fear in everyone's hearts.
He looked around and found that everyone's eyes were lost and their faces were full of horror.
They seemed to be frightened and lost their minds. They huddled together one by one, some hid in corners, and some crawled under the table.
Qian Tu understood immediately, and hurriedly explained: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! That courtesan Qingluan is actually the enchantress Chun Shisanniang from the Blood Clothes Pavilion. I have seriously injured her, but it's a pity that I couldn't save these dancers. , I’m really sorry.”
However, Qian Tu's words did not alleviate the fear on their faces, and the prostitutes were so frightened that they cried.
"What... what Spring Thirteenth Mother? We didn't see it at all."
Qian Tu was stunned. His thoughts were in chaos and he couldn't understand what the man said. "What? Didn't you see that enchantress Chun Shisanniang? She killed these dancers, you..."
However, he suddenly understood their confusion, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "That's right, you were all immobilized by her magic just now, how could you know."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Yunfei's fat figure emerged from under the table, his body trembling violently, "Brother Qian! There is no such thing as Spring Thirteenth Mother! There is always only you!"
His trembling voice was full of fear and confusion.
"What?" Qian Tu's voice was filled with disbelief, like a hoarse cry, "Impossible! I have been fighting with that witch just now!"
Hearing this, Bai Yunfei trembled and said: "...what a witch, you are just talking to yourself..."
"...These people...were I killed?"
Qian Tu struggled to make a sound, his voice trembling, like a dead leaf shaking in the wind, "No! It's that banshee!"
His voice was sharp and unstable, like a fragile thread cut by a knife.
"Brother Qian...Brother Qian, your hands and your body are all covered with blood, and it's still dripping..."
Bai Yunfei trembled and pointed at Qian Tu's body, his voice full of panic.
Hearing this, Qian Tu lowered his head and saw his body covered in blood and his fingertips stained with the sticky red liquid. He completely lost his thoughts...
"How is this possible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Brother Qian, you can't be stubborn anymore."
"No, you can't!" Qian Tu crouched down in a hurry and carefully inspected the female corpses. Next, his eyes widened, because these people were undoubtedly killed by the sword energy!
He is very familiar with this familiar sword energy...
Qian Tu's face turned red and white, just like the clouds changing rapidly at sunrise. The fear in his heart was finally unbearable and completely defeated him.
"No--!"
He let out a heart-rending roar, his voice containing endless despair and pain, "It wasn't me! It was definitely not my fault!"
"Hey, Mr. Qian, do you think this kind of meeting ceremony suits you?"
Just when he fell into despair, Chun Shisanniang's charming and strange laughter suddenly reached his ears.
Qian Tu's expression changed instantly. He turned around suddenly and scanned the area behind him with his sharp eyes like an eagle, but he could not find her figure...
"Get out of here!" Qian Tu shouted angrily.
"Keke, why are you so anxious to let people out?"
"Son of a bitch! Get out of here!"
"Haha... Mr. Qian, I want to enjoy the game with you~"
Chun Shisanniang's voice kept coming, and Qian Tu's mind was in chaos, unable to distinguish between east, west and north. He stretched out his sword finger angrily and waved it randomly. The sword energy raged in the brothel, sawdust flew, and the people who could not escape were instantly transformed into a tragic scene of blood and flesh splattering. However, the figure of Chun Shisanniang was never seen.
Gradually, his consciousness began to become blurry, as if shrouded in thick fog.
He forced himself to cheer up and shook his head hard. Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on something!
At the railing on the second floor, Chun Shisanniang was staring at him with a strange smile.
Qian Tu suddenly laughed wildly, with madness and pride in his voice, "I finally found you! I finally found you!" As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and stabbed Chun Shisanniang without hesitation!
"puff!"
A sound like blood spurting sounded instantly.
Qian Tu laughed loudly, with ferocious and triumphant joy in his voice, "You are finally dead! You are finally dead! Haha——"
"Brother Qian Tu!"
Suddenly, there was a scream, and he rushed towards Bai Yunfei, and slapped him on the face. The burning pain came, and Qian Tu finally woke up. He took a closer look, and it was clear that this was Chun Shisanniang. She is a beautiful prostitute.
He took a step back in shock and looked at his hands blankly. Blood stains were still dripping, "I killed the wrong person... I killed the wrong person..."
Qian Tu's lips were trembling. He lowered his head, his arms dropped weakly, and his legs were slightly apart. He stood there motionless like a sculpture. He kept muttering in his mouth: "Why...why did it become like this?" So...why? Why on earth is this..."
As the night fell, a rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed in the darkness like the sound of war drums. Dozens of soldiers wearing pitch-black armor quickly broke into Baihua Pavilion. They held spears in their hands and stared at the surroundings with fighting intent.
The leading general waved his hand, and immediately the group of warriors rushed forward like tigers and surrounded Qian Tu. Qian Tu collapsed completely and was completely unaware of the approach of these soldiers.
The leading general stood upright behind Qian Tu, stared at him with cold eyes, and said word by word: "Second Master Qian! You went on a killing spree and killed innocent people as soon as you came back. You are so arrogant! Sure enough, what is it? What kind of father will make what kind of son!"
The words that used to shake Qian Tu's mind seemed to turn into silent wind at this moment and did not reach his ears at all. At this moment, he seemed to be in endless confusion. He didn't hear the man's voice at all, but kept mumbling: "Why... why..."
Seeing that Qian Tu was in a trance and his eyes were blurred, the general remained indifferent and shouted in a cold tone: "Still pretending to be crazy! Do you think you can escape punishment like this? Take him away!"
Upon hearing the order, the soldiers moved together!
"Wait a moment!"
Suddenly, a rapid voice sounded, and a figure in white rushed in from the door. The leading general sneered and said in a joking tone: "Oh, it turns out to be General Qian Cheng. Why don't you stay in the military camp and why are you here? Oh, by the way, this is your second brother. You Are you here to see him off?"
The man in white ignored him and walked straight to Qian Tu, "Second brother! What on earth is going on?"
Qian Tu remained silent, while the black-armored general sneered: "What's going on? General Qian, can't you see that your good second brother has killed so many people?"
He continued to mock: "Hey, Second Young Master Qian, it seems that you have not disciplined him for too long, which has caused him to have a bad temper, right? Well, you'd better send him to the army to temper himself, otherwise there may be more serious consequences in the future. .”
The man in white raised his eyebrows and his eyes became deep, "Song Rentou! Stop talking nonsense here, I don't have time to care about you today!"
"Oh, General Qian, Song is just reminding you that you and your father have just been promoted, but your second brother got into trouble again tonight, I'm afraid your official position will not be stable, right?"
Hearing this, Qian Cheng's fists crackled, and he wanted to kill Song Rentou on the spot, "You——"
"That's enough. Stop talking nonsense. Let's take Second Young Master Qian back to prison first." Song Rentou interrupted him impatiently, and then motioned to the men next to him, "Take good care of Second Young Master Qian."
Two rows of strong men wearing iron armor and carrying scimitars at their waists came forward. Two of them lifted the money picture, while the others held his arms.
"Let's see who dares to move!"
Qian Cheng shouted loudly, and then there was a sound of footsteps. Dozens of soldiers wearing white armor rushed in and surrounded the entire Baihua Pavilion.
