The yard is full of spring. It is natural that the spring is not as deep as the sea when peach blossoms bloom, but the Lichun Tower in Huanggang Town is full of spring every year.

The blanket is pink, the window curtain is pink, the bed is pink, and the girl’s smile is even more pink.

People who come here do not want to be tied up, but they are nesting mandarin ducks under the tent every night tonight. Whether they are martial arts knights or local tyrants and evil gentry, they are happy to come here. None of them are men, because this is a paradise for men.

If you are a man, you will have fun. At this time, the man sitting in the room of the courtesan in the Lichun Building also comes for fun. He is also the man who is the best at finding fun in the world. This is recognized in the world, but it is by no means derogatory.

This man was wearing a cabbage and jade robe, which was the best material for Ruifengxiang in the capital. His black hair was tied up high by a silver hairpin, and it was dotted with an exquisite and moving blue gem. Whether a person loves life or not can be seen from his outfits. It is obvious that he loves and loves his life very much.

At this moment, he used his unusually slender fingers to twist a jade cup, filled with wine, but he did not drink it, but used his "three eyes" to look through the wine inside through the jade cup through the pink lamp, and under the rendering of the lamp, the wine presents a fantasy and magnificent scene.

This person is celebrating the Little New Year.

Sitting opposite him was a woman with thick fat and powdery figure but delicate figure but not frivolous. She was the courtesan of Lichun Tower, named Su Lian.

Just as her name is pure and weak, although she is in the world, she sells herself but not her skills. When facing the man in front of her, she really wants to sell something, but he seems to be unfamiliar with the world. Every time he comes, he spends a lot of money, just letting himself drink with him but does nothing. But today is different from before. Today he doesn't drink at all, but just holds the wine glass and watch it for half an hour without saying a word.

Su Lian whispered: "Does your son have any worries?"

Her voice was very soft and soft, and any man could not help but fall into her gentle country even if he was not drunk.

Qing Xiaonian stared at the blood-red charming touch in the cup and was a little dazzled, and shook her head.

After all, Su Lian was born in a brothel, so her ability to observe words and expressions was naturally stronger. When Qing Xiaonian didn't speak, she stood up and fiddled with her graceful figure, and walked behind Qing Xiaonian, with a pair of slender hands on Qing Xiaonian's back shoulders.

She could naturally see that Qing Xiaonian was worried: "Young Master might as well say that although the little girl is in the world, she will also solve her problems for you."

As she said that, she had already collapsed on Qing Xiaonian's body, and her pair of strong and soft breasts naturally pressed on her back. Qing Xiaonian felt the tenderness like water. Her body was very soft, like Rui Fengxiang's silk and satin.

She took the initiative. If this action is called frivolous on a man, she would definitely slap him in the face and criticize him for being a traitor. However, it is full of charm in a woman, so men and women are unequal.

The answer to troubleshooting problems in her mouth is actually a different meaning. She just thought that all men need to be released when they are in a bad mood. This is what she meant. She didn't mind giving her something that once had a wealthy man offered ten thousand taels to Qing Xiaonian for free. She is also a woman and a brothel woman, but she needs to solve problems more than men. At this time, men and women are equal.

Today's celebration of Xiaonian is indeed a bit unfamiliar. If he had been in the past, he would have enjoyed it well. However, at this time, he was not in this mood and his expression became even more sad.

He sighed, "If everyone in the world wants your life, what would you do?"

Su Lian lay on Qing Xiaonian like a plump and gentle cat. Although she was separated by two layers of clothes, she still felt the real hot body temperature of the two of them. She still said in her gentle voice that could seep out of water: "I will run away."

Qing Xiaonian said: "Take it serious?"

Su Lian said: "Otherwise, can you wait for death?"

Qing Xiaonian stood up solemnly without saying a word, without caring about mercy on the fragrance and jade, and actually flashed Su Lian aside.

The latter had lost the support point of her body and almost hit the corner of the table. If she hadn't reacted quickly, her extremely spring-like face would have really bloomed.

She looked at Qing Xiaonian's back, didn't bother to be angry, and said anxiously: "Where are you going?"

Qing Xiaonian had already shook her body at the door and said with her back: "Of course I'm running away."

Su Lian said differently: "Is there anyone here to kill you? Why do you want to escape?"

Qing Xiaonian said: "Are you a ghost?"

Su Lian was suddenly stunned, her face sometimes red and white, and her eyes were unstable. Her eyes were no longer gentle when she looked at Qing Xiaonian, and she said gloomyly: "How did you know."

Qing Xiaonian said in a relaxed tone: "Since so many people want my life, do you think I can't smell the poison in the wine?"

Su Lian asked again: "Then why did you know that it must be the poison I made?"

Qing Xiaonian sighed and said, "You shouldn't take the initiative to lie on my body."

Seeing that the matter was exposed, Su Lian didn't care about the softness that the woman should have. She immediately took off a long and sharp sword from her sleeve. A flash of cold light stabbed Qing Xiaonian's back like a sharp light!

Su Lian's softness swept away, and only the ferociousness could be seen on her face, and she shouted sternly: "The little woman, come and learn the young master's unparalleled finger skills to see if it is really as magical as the people in the martial arts world said."

Qing Xiaonian still had her back on her back, and she didn't turn her head back. She just stretched out her finger and pressed the sword to her fingertips.

Su Lian changed her color in shock. It was the first time she saw Juan Loulan, but her expression was exactly the same as that of ordinary people who had seen this move. These hands were too weird.

The sword has taken root, and Su Lian’s heart has died.

Qing Xiaonian still turned her back to her, unable to see her joy and anger, and said, "You go, I won't kill women."

Su Lian was filled with tenderness in her eyes again. She was about to say something, but suddenly a whistle broke through the door, and a tiny white light suddenly appeared through the gap and shot straight towards the two of them.

Qing Xiaonian suddenly shook her body, subconsciously avoiding the white light, and suddenly remembered Su Lian behind her, but it was too late.

The white light had pierced Su Lian's head and nailed strongly to the wall behind him.

It turned out to be a very thin silver needle.

Suddenly, I heard a loud laugh outside the door. At this moment, a man walked straight in. He didn't hit the door or kick the door, so he walked in.

This door made of thick wooden boards turned into shattering like a piece of white paper in front of him.

The man stood at the door, tall and strong, with a very dark complexion, like a piece of burnt black charcoal, with a big beard like a flame on his face, and a short and thick pen in his hand, which was a judge's pen.

I don't know if this look was his imitation of Zhong Kui or the portrait was copied as he did. The two of them were like a woman's womb, but one thing is certain that Zhong Kui in the portrait is dead and a human is alive. This person is the death judge.

He was still laughing wildly, "I didn't expect Qing Xiaonian to be so pity for the fragrance and beauty."

It was obvious that this silver needle did not look like it was a rough man, and a figure emerged from behind him.

He was actually a child less than five feet tall and wearing a red dress, with a braid facing the sky; he also had two blush on his face and extremely clear and innocent eyes, and was so terrifying that if he hadn't held a thin needle in his hand, he would have been like an ordinary child, and this person would have been a blood needle boy.

He gave the injection just now.

Even the voice he spoke was extremely childish: "People who cherished the fragrance and beauty are often romantic, otherwise they would not be as famous as the first prodigal son Xiao Beiliang."

Qing Xiaonianquan pretended that he had not heard the words of one big and one small, and looked at Su Lian who was lying on the ground. Her eyes widened, her terrified expression had frozen. She leaned her mouth and said what she wanted to say had been stuck in her throat forever. Only the beautiful face was left with hideousness.

This was originally a very tempting body, but unfortunately it was just a corpse now, and there was no rebirth, and only a blood flower on the left forehead was slowly blooming.

He sighed, "The same woman, some people cherish their worries, while others are rude to death, which is still unfair."
Chapter completed!