Around noon, it was clear and sunny.
There is not much business in Qihong Building. The girls with low status and some handymen dragging brooms and carrying rags are weakly sweeping away.
There are remnants of last night everywhere, but it’s still a long time before the next prosperous period, so I’m not feeling depressed.
From time to time, there were whispers of laughter and dissoluteness. It was probably some elite guard who didn't need sex or a high-level manager like Lin Tuo, who stayed in the building to hang out with the girl he was interested in.
After asking where Liu Hong was, Lin Tuo went straight to the side room on the second floor.
Inside the side compartment, incense is lingering, and the sweet sounds are endless...
"Empty soup!"
"Zhihua! Yun Niang, thank you. I thought I couldn't get out of the house with this one."
"Liu Wen! Come on, come on, come on, don't talk nonsense! Hey, little steamed buns," he ordered the maid who was watching, "the dried beans are gone, and the honey is almost drying up. Can you raise the price a bit? Go to the Western Kitchen." Bring some. Oh, by the way, bring some shredded bacon, and..." He turned around and looked at the dazzling array of dried fruits and dried meats and other snacks on the table behind him.
The little maid reluctantly moved her body, like a child obsessed with watching TV. She walked towards the door with her feet, her head still on the card table. When she finally lost sight of the cards, she shrunk her neck and ran away, "Bang, Dang, Dang." ", and bumped into Lin Tuo.
"Don't talk nonsense, you're the one who talks the most!" Liu Hong threw the cards lazily, "Jiuwen! No one wants it, right? Three hundred thousand yuan! Hey, Xiaotuo, why are you here?"
Since Liu Hong is recognizing a relative, he must act as if he is recognizing a relative. Liu Hong is three years older than Lin Tuo, so Xiao Tuo.
Xiao Tuo... Lin Tuo stretched out his hand to pull up the little maid who was covering her head and whispering softly. He murmured in his heart, combined with the previous life and this life, I am still not as old as you...
Suddenly I felt guilty, I really couldn't catch up, I was traveling through time, not reborn.
"Hey, Xiao Tuo is here? Are you looking for Sister Feng Ye?" Feng Ye, who was instructing Xiao Mantou, turned around when he heard the sound and gave Lin Tuo a wink.
The other women immediately turned around, pulling off their gauze to expose their shoulders, unbuttoning their necks and clasping their arms to squeeze their breasts, or lifting up their skirts to moisten their white thighs with dewdrops, all using flirtatious tricks to tease Lin Tuo.
This can be regarded as a kind of psychological compensation. She is used to seeing a promiscuous and menstruating sister who especially likes to tease young boys.
The people who can compete with Liu Hong at the same table are all the well-known Hong sisters in Qihong Mansion. Such tugging and grinding really makes people feel dizzy.
Even Lin Tuo was a little overwhelmed. He entered carefully, dodged left and right to avoid the claws of the women, and came to Liu Hong in a thrilling way: "Sister, I want to tell you something."
"What's going on?" Liu Hong watched coldly, laughing in her heart. After playing with birds all her life, she still can't tell the difference between a house sparrow and an eagle...
Lin Tuo was in a dilemma, Liu Hong understood, handed the cards to Xiao Taohong, who was eager to try, and followed Lin Tuo into the inner room.
"Sister, I want to go down to the mine to look for iron concentrate with the guards at the mine!" Lin Tuo said loudly after the curtain fell, with the tone of a passionate young man eager to try.
These words are not afraid of being heard.
"No! It's too dangerous." Liu Hong shook her head directly, with an inquiring look in her eyes: Why?
With the eighth-grade grenade nearby, Lin Tuo felt extremely good and courageous. Pretending to be anxious, he stepped forward and caught Liu Hongrou: "Sister, I want to go! A man can't stay in the village all day. Inside, you are watching others fighting life and death outside, but you are hiding behind and doing nothing!"
With such a righteous and awe-inspiring tone, he just held Liu Hong's paw, but scratched her back and forth in Liu Hong's tender palm, teasing and frivolous.
He used all the desire that was teased earlier on Liu Hong.
Liu Hong's palms itched and her body trembled. She forced herself to hold back the "gurgling" sound that reached her throat. She wanted to shrink her hand, but where could she? She had boarded a pirate ship, and she still wanted to escape intact? He had no choice but to hold back: "You, you are not doing nothing. If it weren't for you, the smelting field would be in good order, and you wouldn't be able to do that..." He looked out the curtain with a guilty conscience.
The more Liu Hong acted like this, the more it aroused Lin Tuo's sense of joking. It was like a wild game, where the fun was thrilling.
It has to be said that Lin Tuo is not a good person at all.
After scratching the palm of his hand enough, he still felt that it was not enough. He slowly slid his fingers forward, sliding over Liu Hong's white porcelain-like wrist. The bright cinnabar marks were tender when touched, like gel, like warm jade. After a thrill, Tiny goosebumps appeared on his skin, and the light fur stood on his head. It was also pleasing to the eye, which surprised Lin Tuo.
It's not that I'm surprised, a beauty can even look good with goosebumps, but I'm surprised, how could Liu Hong be so sensitive? It's like... it's like...
He was playing with it in confusion with his hands, and stubbornly insisted on his own point of view. He wanted to go down to the mine!
He didn't feel comfortable talking about this matter himself, so he came to ask Liu Hong to speak for him.
Originally, the little ambiguity between Liu Hong and Liu Hong was partly a genuine desire and partly a test to see how much Liu Hong was willing to sacrifice in order to win over her.
Now, he slowly and unconsciously fell into it, and developed a sincere desire to get this woman, even taking risks for it.
When a real man is alive, he should be drunk and lie on the knees of a beautiful woman, waking up and wielding a murderous sword!
This is the magic of women! Lovely woman! Terrible woman! Lin Tuo thought about it while stroking Liu Hong's jade arm.
Liu Hong tried to twitch her hands several times to no avail, and could hardly stand. Her face was red, and she leaned against a wooden pillar. She was half ashamed and half angry, but there was no clue in her mouth: "You have already copied the Golden Light Technique that I copied to you." Are you getting started with memorization proficiency?" This matter can also be discussed in detail.
"Well, I've already started." Lin Tuo responded loudly and solemnly, but in his heart: If I said that not only have I practiced, but I have also practiced to the third level, which is almost the same level as the elite guards, would you believe it?
There was a hint of joy in Liu Hong's eyes, and she said sincerely: "Really! That's great! Golden Light Jue cannot be practiced casually. It requires spiritual roots and qualifications... The guards in the mine practice a lot It’s the Ruijin Jue, because they can’t refine the Golden Light Jue at all.”
It's really like a sister who is so excited that her brother finally has the opportunity to step into the door of cultivation!
Almost forgetting the frivolity before, he threw himself into the trap and gave a sweet kiss on his cheek, which was tender and smooth: "You continue to practice. If you don't have enough medicinal materials or other materials, just ask me for them. I heard that cultivation is You have to fight to improve quickly. I will tell you about going down to the mine."
The next sentence was whispered in Lin Tuo's ear, and he exhaled like orchid: "The higher the strength, the greater the certainty of what I want you to do. Before that, you just have to practice hard. If it succeeds, then even ...If you want this person from the Nu family, they can all be yours!"
In one sentence, Lin Tuo was itching unbearably and almost blurted out, "Sister, I'm already at Level 3, is that enough?" Can you give me some interest first?
Shaking his head hard, he shook off the strong thoughts and said seriously: "Sister, I don't need medicinal materials for the time being. I want to read books about spiritual practice, or travel notes and unofficial histories, etc."
