When Bailang was still a member of the thousands of social animals in another world, he also fantasized about the past and wild life in places like Hualou. But the social animals just think about it, either they are short of money, or they are timid and worried that something will happen. In that world, flesh and blood business was illegal, and once it was exposed, the loss of face would be even more terrible, enough to kill people.
In addition, Bai Lang has always been relatively restrained in his sexual desires and could endure them. So it seems to have the meaning of being pure and reticent.
But actually making contact is another matter.
One night, we went from drinking to being awkward, then to being intimate with each other, and finally the fight turned upside down. It was already late at night by the time Bailang's mind regained its clarity.
From then on, Bai Lang suddenly remembered Liu She's words that seemed to be a joke on him. Now that I think about it, what the other party said was indeed correct.
As soon as he moved his body, the girl in his arms immediately whined and hugged Bailang tightly, making Bailang dare not move for a while. He covered himself with the quilt with his backhand, thinking that he would just sleep for one night, and tonight would be the end of it. No more practice.
But things went counterproductive. Just as Bailang was about to fall asleep, a noise outside woke him up. Then there was the sound of yelling and smashing utensils, and he immediately turned over and got up from the bed. He heard the angry scolding of Qianfang Yaozi.
problem occurs?
Patting the woman who had also woken up, Bai Lang put on his clothes and pushed the door open. Sure enough, there was already a person lying on the ground, but the injury was not serious. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and there was no sharp weapon injury.
"Tsk, I thought he was some amazing master, but it turned out to be a soft-footed shrimp? He can't even move a few times on a woman, right? Hurry up and get five rooms out, or I'll throw them away!"
The voice was loud and full of disdain and arrogance. It was obviously the person who did it. The man who was lying on the ground and trying to get up quickly but was stepped on and couldn't get up was none other than Bai Lang's subordinate, a waist knifeman who walked in the hall.
Bailang walked towards the opposite side, adjusting his clothes and tightening the dagger hanging on his waist.
"Zhentang, they..."
There were also men who were thrown out after hearing the noise outside and saw Bailang. When he was about to explain, he was interrupted by Bai Lang waving his hand. But the sound of Zhentang attracted everyone's attention.
First, he was shocked by Bai Lang's overly youthful appearance, and then he was treated with contempt by Bai Lang, who was used to it. He could even guess what the other party was thinking, nothing more than: fifteen or sixteen year old Zhentang? Isn't this just to make people laugh?
But before Bailang could speak, and when he was still five feet away, to everyone's surprise, Bailang unhurriedly pulled out the short knife from his waist, and his normal stride suddenly changed and became erratic. Uncertain and extremely fast! The evil energy on his body suddenly appeared fierce and fierce, like a tiger running and leaping with all its strength!
Is this going to... use a knife? !
This thought suddenly flashed through the minds of all the bystanders in surprise. Even the man who stepped on the person's back and had an arrogant attitude was obviously stunned for a moment. But for such a dazed person, it was already difficult for him to adapt again.
A piece of snow-white sword light was like the claws of a tiger, filled with murderous intent, and it quickly rose from the hand of Bai Lang who was approaching. It jumped several feet away, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of the guy who was stepping on the person's back. And it was covered in the inner sword light at once.
"you......"
Unexpectedly, Bailang's speed was too fast, the trajectory of the knife was too weird, and the leap under his feet was even more ghostly. When he got close to his body, the knife had already hit the vital part of the opponent's body that was hard to guard against, leaving no room for movement.
The blade moved quickly, catching people off guard. But at the same time, it stopped in a very short time at the most fatal but not fatal place, close to the main artery of the neck. The blade did not move, but a shallow gash had been cut in the skin, and blood was oozing out. If the knife was inserted another half inch, the person would be bleeding heavily and could not be saved.
With the knife fixed on his neck, no one dared to move it. Coupled with the shallow cut, it shows that the person holding the knife really had murderous intentions, but stopped at the last moment. It wouldn't be unusual to kill him if he got really pissed off. As for the consequences? Does it make sense to care about what other people will pay and what consequences they will face after they die?
Therefore, the person who was stepping on other people's backs in the scene kept saying "don't be impulsive" and "misunderstanding". For a while, he didn't dare to be arrogant and worried about irritating "Zhentang" who had not said a word while holding the knife.
Even Bai Lang's movement and sword skills just now were like a waking nightmare in the eyes of everyone who had come back to their senses. They discovered that even if they were not caught off guard, there was a high probability that they would not be able to withstand the attack if they faced it head-on!
Doesn't this person look like an eighth-grade warrior? How could he be so strong? !
At this moment, the person whose neck was held by Bai Lang with a knife was muttering to himself about Bai Lang's true strength. You must know that he is a sixth-grade warrior, but he can't even avoid it! ?
When did the level of warriors become so unreliable?
"Get up." Bai Lang then spoke, but he was not talking to the one with the knife on his neck, but to his own man who was bruised and swollen on the ground.
At this time, the waist knife on the ground quickly stood up, and the stepping on his back was no longer strong enough to restrain him.
"Zhentang, my subordinate has embarrassed you."
"Okay, I can't beat you in a fight, what's the shame? Go and call out all our people, damn it, you'll find trouble in the knife shop!"
While arranging his men to greet people, Bai Lang pulled a bronze medal from the waist of the person he restrained. The carvings and patterns on it are actually very similar to those on Bailang's waist.
"It turns out he is a member of Lin Zuo's sword sect. No wonder he is so ignorant and stupid." Bai Lang raised his hand and stuffed the bronze medal into the other person's mouth, blocking what the other person was about to say.
Bailang then glanced at the companions behind him who were looking at the joke but turned into angry glares, and continued: "The rules of the flower building are that girls and rooms are first come, first served. You are not allowed to do anything in the flower building. Since you don't abide by these rules, I’ll teach you.”
At this point, all the people around Bailang who had been drinking and sleeping without being woken up rushed out. Seeing Bailang showing the knife, they all got excited and pulled out their own knives. Both ends of the aisle and downstairs surrounded the other party tightly.
"You moved your hands because you didn't follow the rules first, so it's not too much to ask for one of your ears, right?" Bai Lang tilted his head, with a frightening look on his face.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Ignoring the opponent who was speechless with his waistband stuffed in his mouth, Bai Lang suddenly raised the short knife against the opponent's neck, and the opponent's ear was cut off completely, and fell to the ground with a splash of blood. .
"The others, you guys, beat them up and threw them out of the window."
"It's Zhentang!"
