MTL - Poison Doctor Demon Consort-Chapter 19 , Yuqiong Building
Chapter 019, Yu Qionglou "啪啪", Li Qinghai licked his own few slaps, but also afraid that his life is not guaranteed, crouching on the ground, shivering and shouting some exaggeration: "small damn! The martial arts were unfathomable! They suddenly killed the **** of war. They were all dead. Only the small ones escaped and asked the factory to punish them."
"Waste! Go on! It's not good, it's useless to keep it." A soft voice like a needle in the mouth. This is the voice of a man, but it is like a woman, or like the voice of an ancient eunuch.
The ancient house blue light, the dark light floating in the shadow of a house of rich and evil spirits, a black-haired white-haired middle-aged man sitting on a patina chair, waved a white sweep of his hand, The gaze under the white eyebrows is all the **** blood.
Li Qinghai, who had already been injured, even thanked Shantou: "Thank you for the fact that the factory does not kill! The small must be done, and the death must be."
The sullen atmosphere in this room is as chilling as the temple.
However, at this moment, the moonlight is faintly clear outside the window, and a piece of silver light is poured on the stone steps, reflecting a black shadow on the roof quickly disappearing.
In the suburbs, the moonlight is like water, and the shadows are smashing. When Si Kongyu, who is in black, flies down in front of Zhu Youhong, Zhu Youhong has returned to normal.
He arched his hands and said to Zhu Youhong: "Congratulations to Jiuye for a time!"
Zhu Youhong is still in the carriage. He has not yet returned home. He saw Sikong Yufei. His eyebrows are contemptuous. Junya’s face is unpleasant, and his mouth is pulled down: "Does this king have to follow her?"
Sikong Yufei is not too old. He is only 30 years old, but he likes to hold a chicken feather fan in his hand. It is always hot or cold. Before you speak twice, he slowly says: "This is not If Jiuye can let go of his mind, he will be as happy as a villain, and he will only have a fight, and he will only be able to see flowers and birds. She has nothing to do with Jiuye."
"Crap!" Zhu Youhong whispered, then said to the outside, "Go to Yuqionglou."
Yuqiong Lou.
The most prosperous place in Yanjing City, the most fascinating place in nightlife is Yuqionglou.
Every night, songs and dances are flattened. Every geisha is a collection of colors, art, songs and dances. It attracts the dignitaries and buddies who are outside the city of Yanjing. They love to come here. Zheng Jinjin is even better than burning silver paper. .
In the distance, Linghu Shuiyue heard the music of the silk and string chords from Yuqionglou.
After she got rid of Jiuye, she walked for a while and rented a carriage after entering the city. Soon she arrived at the legendary ancient brothel, Yuqionglou.
After getting off the carriage, I heard the sound of ancient music and bamboo. She nodded and stepped closer to the gate of Yuqionglou.
Outside the gate of Yuqionglou, there is a row of red-green costume girls. Each of the rouge gouache is particularly thick, and the chest tube is very low. The kitsch is full of enchanting, everyone’s hands are Holding a party, I am very dedicated to the man who enters the gate.
When the fox water moon was approaching, suddenly a carriage came from behind, and a voice screamed very rudely: "Let's go! Don't want to die!"
Who is so arrogant? When Linghuhuihui came back, but see...
