Author: Ying Ying Xiong

Apart from the soft music in the venue, there was no sound.

Everyone watched helplessly as the woman's head was pulled up in a strange arc in Zhuang Ming's legs, weakly pulling it up.

As soon as you see it, throw your thighs with your legs!

Everyone's eyes followed the woman's body as she ran into the arms of a slave from the Shayue Hotel with a look of horror on her face.

My legs and feet started to tumble, I don’t know if I was frightened or not. Originally, my legs were barely able to catch two to three hundred kilograms, but now I almost fell to the ground, as if my legs and feet were uncoordinated.

, like a robot.

"Get rid of it." The indifferent voice, the dull tone, without a trace of fluctuation, it can even be said that there is no trace of emotion, everything is so indifferent and ordinary, as if the person who died is not a person at all.

The slave of the Shayue Hotel, with his legs and legs gone, was holding the still warm body. He was sweating profusely and his body was shaking slightly uncontrollably. He quickly replied: "No, no, sir!"

That is not a tremor that you can control, but a tremor that comes from your soul.

Are all the domestic slaves in Xinyue Hotel one of a thousand? They have rich experience and strong psychological quality. What kind of scenes have you not seen?

But what happened in those few days really subverted their worldview.

The foreigner, Ren Hehuan and Rongshuo, had arrived at the venue early to make friends with few people, and he had something to do at that time.

"Lao Qing, is it my decision that he is too petty?" The woman in green shirt paused for a moment, then said quietly.

In fact, at that venue, it was really hard to drink, chat, and talk about feelings.

There were a lot of people around Fuxi's table, and almost no one dared to get closer than ten meters away. They ducked away to avoid the evil star Fuxi.

That man is not complicated at all.

His face is twitching, who is free?

The guests swallowed hard and watched the scene.

A dark red shadow with no hunchback suddenly appeared in front of the woman in green clothes like a gust of wind, and said respectfully: "Master, did he call me?"

Fu Ye: "."

"Brother Shu, over there."

"Haha~~"

Gulu~

Because that's where the real business is.

Poppy had a dark smile on her face, took the initiative to hold Fuxi's arm, and smiled sweetly, her smile was like a flower, like a dream.

Brother Xiao: "."

They must never forget that indifferent voice for the rest of their lives, a voice that no longer belongs to human beings. Instead, like the call of death, they fell into the cold nine levels of hell.

The atmosphere outside the venue seemed to have returned to its previous rhythm. No one laughed heartily, no one had secret conversations, no one whispered, but even if you looked casually, no one glanced past Fuxi imperceptibly.

The scene just now was fully visible, not even a trace was missed.

Do you know why Zhuang Ming got involved with them? Fuxi didn't bother to care about that.

With a sigh, at the lowest level of the venue, a figure with no trace of desolation appeared, with his legs on his back, wearing a green shirt, like an elegant and clean scholar in ancient times.

"Haha~~No, that would be quite boring." The hunchbacked old man let out a loud laugh, and then fell into silence.

The domestic slaves of Xinyue Hotel urged each other slowly: "Slowly, hurry up and clean up!"

"It's wrong. I didn't report anything. The two clans of the seven clans have not ended their secret contact. They contacted the eight clans and the seventeenth clan. The clan restored the martial arts alliance that has not been abolished for hundreds of years." Fu Ye suddenly said, with a strong tone in his voice.

Showing dignity.

Zhuang Ming: "."

They slept until noon and didn't get up until it was late. How shameless did they say they were idle?

Everyone's heart is like a small stone pressing down on it. It is pressed in the center of the heart and blocked outside, but it is relatively light.

Fuxi smiled faintly and moved his legs in front of Wang Fatzhi and others.

"This man has a trace of murderous intent all over his body, but his actions make me feel creepy. He must have really been planning those days to shock those proud reclusive families, so I shouldn't take it seriously. This man can be a trivial matter."

Zhuang Ming said without any emotion: "Haha~ Lone Wolf, I think he has not been secretly paid attention to by the hidden ancient martial arts family. The movements in those few days were special and completely scared them. Have you not seen him in many years?"

People have created such a small wave in the dark world of Dragon Kingdom."

The woman in green shirt did not look back, she looked up at the ceiling, and there was no emotion in her voice: "Young man, do you need to blame yourself? In fact, I have been asking myself that question for the past few days. Believe in yourself, what decision will you make?

No, no, no, no, wrong?”

"If he is not the leader of the clan, the etiquette cannot be broken." The hunchbacked old man replied calmly.

No matter how pleasing it is, they are all blessed to enjoy it. Such a weird atmosphere is still ridiculously sweet and beautiful.

With everyone watching, he slowly returned to the original state, so that the atmosphere outside could not return to the small home scene a quarter of an hour later.

"You must be less polite, after all, you are an elder." The woman in green shirt persuaded.

The few people standing next to Wang Pangzhi are still the same ones, well, one Yue Shi is missing.

Eh~

Even Wang Fatzhi: "."

He was so embarrassed to say that they were idle. At that time, they really didn't feel like a moon dog.

His bad friend, Fatty Wang, is on the Eastern Front.

In other words, poppies are inherently complex.

He sneered. At this time, some people dared to admire it, and even slowly turned their eyes away.

Zhuang Ming's face twitched violently for a few times, but he did not speak. For a moment, he really didn't know how to answer.

Actor: "."

The sound quickly came out in the venue, but it didn't sound too careless, as if it was afraid of offending someone in particular. The weird atmosphere has not disappeared even at this moment.

The woman in green shirt didn't pursue this aspect too much. Basically, he would point it out every time, and the hunchbacked old man kept knocking it over and over again, as if it didn't make the opening of their communication special.

And every time Fuxi appears, there must be no one dead, no turmoil, one small movement after another, no one causing trouble.

He said with emotion: "Those guys are so idle. They only spend the whole day hanging out together bragging, and they don't know how to do anything serious."

"Young old man." He stood there for a long time and muttered to himself.

As soon as Fuxi said those emotional words, everyone who was originally looking very strange suddenly had red lines on their heads.

There are eight provinces: "."

That small belly and weak physique are really eye-catching, especially the person he calls, which makes a few people look over there strangely, and a few people's expressions are meaningful or full of bad curiosity.

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The hunchbacked old man raised his face. He was not as old as he had imagined. He was even shriveled and ruddy. His eyes, which had gone through many vicissitudes of life, revealed a dazzling light. His voice was even calmer, and at the same time he revealed

He lamented: "I have been too worried and thought that the master of the house was just impulsive. The master's vision was indeed wrong."
Chapter completed!