Flower streets and willow alleys are at least desperate.

Nan Yan hired three or five teenagers from the market and asked them to buy tinea oil.

The rain is drizzling.

There are Qinlou and Chu Pavilion on both sides of Hua Street. The beautiful pipa songs spread in the rain, combined with the unique rouge smell. Even on rainy nights, the place is still lively and unrestrained.

Nan Yan stood in the shadow of the lantern with an umbrella.

Opposite the street is the kiln where she was sold.

The lights of the small wooden building are warm and yellow, and you can vaguely see the figures shaking behind the flower windows, and the shadows of the temples and the fragrance of clothes.

The boys quietly locked the doors and windows and poured tincture oil on the wooden building.

They lit the tinder.

The fire slid up the wooden building, and the entire wooden building gradually turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The people in the wooden building finally smelled the burnt smell from the room full of rouge.

They were shocked and hurriedly pushed the window and opened the door, but found that someone had locked the door and window from outside.

Thick smoke and fear spread throughout the wooden building.

Guests and prostitutes scrambled to scream for help, but the streets were filled with drizzle and the streets were filled with the sound of indulging singing.

No one heard them asking for help.

The fire became increasingly heavy, and gradually swallowed up the entire wooden building in the dark rain.

Nan Yan always stood across the flower street with an umbrella.

She quietly admired the figures struggling behind the window, covered in fire, running and roaring until she finally burned to death in the endless sea of ​​fire.

The fire finally burned the window strings.

The madam who tortured her was covered in fire, with an ugly old face, twisted her fat body, and climbed out the window hard.

But her movements were so clumsy that even if she climbed out of the window, she would just fall into the fire on the first floor in a mess.

Through the flames and rain, she saw Nan Yan.

She screamed and cursed, her eyes were blood-red and terrifying, and she waved her fiery limbs hard, rushing towards her like a mad dog.

Before taking a few steps, the entire wooden building collapsed.

The madam was killed in a wooden building.

Nan Yan looked quietly, her red lips raised a pleasant curve.

From now on, she will not let anyone go who has hurt her.

This madam is just the beginning.

The fire spread along the wooden building, and gradually, more kilns caught fire.

Finally someone found something was wrong. The men and women rushed out of the house in disorganized clothes and shouted to put out the fire.

Some people died in the sea of ​​fire, while others were full of fire and rolling around.

The whole flower street was in chaos to put out fires.

The rain is still falling.

Nan Yan held a light apricot-colored oil paper umbrella, held a wide and delicate skirt in one hand, kicked off the embroidered shoes at will, and walked lightly in the rain barefoot.

She hummed the little song easily, her posture graceful and charming.

The streets were full of fire, gradually moving farther and farther behind her.

She is not afraid to fall into the abyss.

Because she was born in the abyss.

The vast night rain is endless.

In the darkness, someone groped over the high wall.

Nan Guang was covered with a black scarf on his face, and with a "ouch" sound, he fell in a mess in the corner of the wall.

He stood up rubbing his butt and looked around. The huge Cheng Mansion was full of depression. There were not even a few lanterns. He could only vaguely see the lights in the main house through the vast rain.

"Huang, your mother is so mean to my daughter. I want you to look good tonight!"

Huang is a bad wife.

First he disliked his Jiaojiao, then he was picky about his two precious daughters, and finally even sold his rouge into a kiln!

My innocent daughter has suffered such a great grievance. As a father, he is not a man if he doesn't avenge his daughter!

He took off the axe he was carrying around his waist and nervously touched the main room.

He gradually approached the main house.

He held the axe tightly and even took care of his breathing.

His hands couldn't help but tremble, and as the inner fan was pushed away, his heart beat even more like thunder.

An old woman who was sleeping in the outer room was sleeping.

He touched the bedroom with his hands and feet. Several candlesticks were scattered in height and the curtains were hanging low, and a long and steady breathing sound came from it.

Nan Guang wiped the rain from his face.

He trembled and opened the curtain.

With the confusing light of the candlestick, he saw Huang sleeping soundly.

He raised his axe high—

His hands were trembling very hard.

He swallowed and couldn't help but close his eyes.

Yan'er's pitiful look came to her mind again.

Nan Guang's face was full of fierceness, and suddenly opened his eyes and dropped that trick on Huang's neck!

Blood splashed everywhere!

The warm blood splattered on his cheeks, and Nan Guang's heartbeat was unbalanced. He hurriedly threw away his axe, took a few steps back, and finally fell to the ground.

Tears burst into my eyes.

He has never killed anyone.

He looked at the blood and corpse in the tent, raised his hand, and trembled with the bloody cheeks.

The night rain knocks on the window.

The strong wind is like a wild beast, crazy and terrible.

In this stormy night, Nanguang could clearly hear his heartbeat.

It was thumping, as if it was about to jump out of the chest.

However, he did not regret it.

He has been cowardly for half his life, and he always has to do something for his daughter.

He raised his sleeve to wipe away the tears, hurriedly picked up the axe, and ran out of the house.

The old woman on the night was awakened by the noise.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and screamed in an instant when she saw Nan Guang covered in blood!

Nan Guang was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and swung his axe towards her head!

The woman was seriously injured but did not die.

She fell in a pool of blood, screaming and crawling towards Nanguang with difficulty, her bloody palms and also tried very hard to grasp Nanguang's robe and pants.

Nan Guang burst into tears in fear.

For a moment, he almost lost control and swung his axe at her!

Rain hits banana leaves.

Chaowenyuan is brightly lit.

The west window covered with Korean paper is built up in the night rain.

Nan Baoyi held her cheek with her hands, stood by the west window, and enjoyed the rain quietly.

Xiao Yi sat behind the desk and was dealing with military matters.

Now he has a 500,000 army in his hand, which is only a lot more than when he was in charge of a 100,000 army.

Shi Yan quietly stepped into the study room and whispered a few words in his ear.

Xiao Yi whispered: "Can you see clearly?"

"They beat the Cheng Mansion and saw the Third Master climbing over the wall into the Cheng Mansion with their own eyes. Because they were afraid that something would happen to him would implicate the master, they deliberately followed him secretly. The Third Master killed Huang and an old man, and was shocked and fainted in a pool of blood on the ground. They were carried back. The scene was cleaned up again, and no one would find the Third Master's head."

Shi Yan explains the matter clearly.

He knew that his master liked the girl in Baoyi.

If the master marrys the girl Baoyi in the future, then the third master will be his father-in-law.

If something happened to my father-in-law, he would have to help him anyway.

What he did obviously satisfied Xiao Yi.

He said lightly: "Go to the account to receive the reward."

He responded to the words "Oh" and happily received the reward.

Xiao Yi closed the volume.

He looked at the west window, and the girl's back was graceful and tender, and she looked very seductive in a rainy night.
Chapter completed!