The room on the 3rd floor has a very good environment and can even be described as luxurious.

The small house is decorated in Chinese style. There is a lampstand on the table behind the screen. The tents are properly cut and soft, and there are dressing tables and desks.

I won’t talk about the aromatherapy of bronze mirrors. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone may be used to match the style. The calligraphy and painting on the wall are limited to improving the overall taste. The duck down blanket is spreading on the floor, and the people who step on it are simply trapped in.

The most important thing is that there are two beds, bedding, and sitting bed in the room.

The bed is a stepping bed, which is quite large. There is no problem with four or five people sleeping together. The bed is even bigger, but it is not abrupt in the room.

Xu Yang, who was standing at the door, stared at the indoor scene in a daze, looked at Wu Senran and said, "Dawu... how much is the room fee for a night?"

Wu Senran was also shocked. His family was rich, but he had never seen such a gorgeous Chinese-style guest room.

"No, don't have money... Qin's surname is very favorable, free..." Wu Senran swallowed.

The two of them were in the same room, rushing to sit on the bed. What a guy, this is obviously a wooden bed, it's like falling into it, it's so comfortable!

Tu Xuanxuan, Yuan Xinghan, Dr. Chen and his group were also shocked.

The corridor is so gloomy and weird, and this Taozhi Hotel looks gloomy. Who knows there is another world inside?

This level of luxury is even worse than that of the presidential condom in some places, right?

The three of Chen and the other two regretted it. When they first asked for a room, they asked for one room. Who knew that there were only two beds inside. The bed was so comfortable that no one wanted to let it go, but they couldn't squeeze together... It was not appropriate to sleep in summer.

Tu Xuanxuan opened the video in the room and wanted to chat with the local kid for a while, but found that the camera was covered with snowflakes and she was not happy to pout. At the door, Qin Kun knocked on the door frame.

"Xuanxuan, how about letting Du Qinghan squeeze with you today?"

Qin Kun smiled and Tu Xuanxuan was born in the Tu family in Linjiang, but she didn't have the temper of a young lady. She nodded quickly: "Okay, Sister Du, come in quickly."

Du Qinghan walked into the room, glanced at him, and wanted to say something, but heard Qin Kun coughing.

Du Qinghan held back what he wanted to say and turned around and said, "Where are you?"

"I? Let's go to one room by myself, the door is closed, and I'll have a good rest. See you tomorrow."

Qin Kun helped bring the door and walked towards Room 301, revealing helplessness.

It seemed that the door could isolate all the sounds. Once everyone's door closed, the corridor was extremely quiet, leaving only Qin Kun's walking sound.

Empty, quiet.

The footsteps stepped on the marble floor, and the sound of grey unearthed was echoing around.

Stop, room 301 has arrived.

Push the door.

The three dongdongdong sounds meant that he was polite to come in.

Qin Kun took out the key and inserted it, turning the door lock.

Click.

The door opened, accompanied by the sound of a thunderous sound, and this door probably hasn't been oiled for a long time.

The room is clean, but it is not as gorgeous as others see it.

Two hard beds and a writing table, the wood grain has been worn off, the room is a little damp and slightly stuffy.

In the room, a bald head sat.

The bald head was naked and had a tender skin. There was a tattoo like a rib on the back.

When he saw the man clearly, Qin Kun sighed: "I smell you as soon as I go upstairs. The good Folin Temple is not waiting, why are you going to the ghost shop here?"

The bald man turned around, with a purple light on his pupils. He was a handsome monk, and his chest was still tattooed with ribs, but with electric patterns.

"Amitabha, Qin Kun, I have learned something by chance recently and want to have a chance to talk to you."

Qin Kun smiled helplessly: "Miaoshan, do your best, you can't beat me."

The bald man's face was cold, and he suddenly laughed: "Not necessarily. I heard that you have reached the fifth level of Taiyi Nine Refinings, but if you give your all your strength, the purple-clothed Shura will not be afraid of you."

The monk in purple is Miaoshan.

The true teachings of Folin Temple.

Since the Maoshan Dan Meeting, Qin Kun did not expect to see him here.

In the Maoshan Danhui battle, Qin Kun defeated all the rookies of life and death, with a transcendent status and strong strength, and no one among his peers could defeat them.

And many people knew that Qin Kun did not do his best in that battle.

In the Taoist path of life and death, some fighting methods are very strange. If you don’t do your best, you will often win easily. After doing your best, you will lose a lot. In Miaoshan’s view, the Taoist sect’s Taiyi Jiulian is slightly inferior to his own purple-clothed Shura, and is restrained by Buddhist arts. After all, the Taiyi Jiulian only borrows the power of the Nine Ghosts, while the Purple-clothed Shura uses the power of the eight heavenly beings, and the level of the highest judgment is determined.

Hearing Miaoshan's words, Qin Kun lit a cigarette.

When the room was filled with smoke, Miaoshan finally couldn't help but say, "Don't Qin's family dare to fight? Why treat me with a silent cry?"

Qin Kun yawned and said, "Forget it, wait until I finish the group. I'm very tired these days..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a square stool hit him. Qin Kun quickly looked and held up. The square stool was hovering in the air. Then Qin Kun pressed it down with one hand and sat on his butt. Miaoshan found that Qin Kun's hand was so powerful that he secretly praised him and left the seat.

"Eight tribes·Tianzhong!"

The Vajra Bracelet tightened and the blood was cut off. Miaoshan's whole body turned purple, and the rib tattoo on her body looked even more ferocious.

A powerful punch was blocked by Qin Kun, and Qin Kun asked, "It seems that you don't have a tattoo on your body, but... a rib seal?"

"The Qin Dangjia has good eyesight!"

The iron elbow hit Qin Kun's throat like a cone. Qin Kun was not guarding him. Seeing that Qin Kun was about to be shot dead, Miaoshan hurriedly closed his elbow and said angrily: "Do you want to die? Why not defend?"

Qin Kun poured a cup of white water from the pot, moistened his throat and said, "If you want to kill, kill it."

"I just want to compete with you in a dignified manner and defeat you!"

"I've said I've been very tired these days, you're just so pretty..."

"Shameless people are shameless!" Miaoshan clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice.

Qin Kun was stunned: "I said Miaoshan, you have violated the precept of anger."

Miaoshan knew that he had made a mistake, so he simply said, "Hmph, I am in a state of mind, it is normal to break the three precepts of greed, anger, and ignorance. Master has never scolded me. Can you control it?"

Inner Demon, Inner Demon, Why are everyone beaten out of the inner demon?

I still have my inner demons...Damn.

A Maoshan Dan Club, life and death, these rookies were hit like eggplant after frost. Mo Wuji went to perform his skills. Xu Facheng heard that he quit his job and became an Internet administrator. The true teachings of the Folin Temple were born to fall into the ghost shop and make trouble. His temper is now as domineering as the social tycoon.

What's wrong? This is all... do those senior elders don't care about it?

"The inner demon is your rogue excuse?"

"You are the rogue!"

"I didn't say I wasn't."

Miaoshan is so angry that the head of Fuyushan is the black dog, are they all such a rough embryo?

Seeing Qin Kun’s unsilent appearance, Miao Shan recited the Buddha’s name and said angrily: “Okay, then we will fight again after you take the group!”

Miaoshan was about to leave with the monk's robe, but was stopped by Qin Kun.

"Why do you go?"

"Where do I go, do you have to care?"

"Nonsense, a tattooed bald man walked out of my room naked at night. I don't want reputation?" Qin Kun glared at the other party and pointed to the wooden bed next to him, "Get out and fall asleep. I dare to disobey my orders. I will notify the spiritual detective department of all China, sue you for molesting female ghosts and escort you to the Folin Temple for public display."

"Tell me again!" Miaoshan's purple skin appeared again, furious.

Qin Kun yawned and slept on the hard bed, warning her face: "Believe it or not. Don't challenge my bottom line, I have no bottom line!"

Tonight is destined to be a difficult night.

Miao Shan was trembling all over.

Why was he defeated by this guy?

When I went to Linjiang to find Qin Kun, I heard Wang Gan and Chu Qianxun tell me that Qin Kun had taken a tour group, so I waited for Qin Kun here for a week. I thought I could finally fight with Qin Kun tonight, so I was so unhappy. Who knew that this was the situation.

Damn it...

There is no bottom line, you can say it out loud.

Miaoshan walked to Qin Kun's bed and heard Qin Kun snoring slightly. He must have been really tired.

Alas, let's wait a few more days. Recently, I am too demonic and don't look like a Buddhist practitioner. Miaoshan saw Qin Kun sleeping with Yi and knew that in such humid weather, he would easily catch a cold when sleeping with Yi and Yi. He took the Xia Liang quilt and prepared to cover Qin Kun with a cover.
Chapter completed!