Chapter 354

There are no outlaws, at least.

Nan Yan hired three or five city teenagers and asked them to buy Creme.

The rain pattered.

On both sides of the flower street are qinlouchuguan. The beautiful Pipa music is scattered in the rain, combined with the unique smell of rouge. Even on rainy nights, it is still lively and unrestrained.

Nanyan stands in the shadow of the lantern with an umbrella.

Across the street is the kiln where she was sold.

The light of the small wooden building is warm and yellow, and the shadow behind the flower window is swaying, and the shadow on the temples is fragrant.

The teenagers quietly locked the doors and windows and poured the fire oil on the wooden building.

They lit the kerosene.

The fire went up along the wooden building, and the whole building gradually turned into a sea of fire.

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

They were so shocked that they pushed the windows and doors in a hurry, but they found that they did not know who had locked the doors and windows from the outside.

Smoke and fear spread throughout the building.

Guests and prostitutes scrambled to scream for help, but the street was full of patters of rain, the street was full of drunken singing.

No one heard them calling for help.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger. In the dark rain water, it gradually devours the whole wooden building.

Nanyan always stands across the flower street with an umbrella.

She quietly enjoyed the struggling figures behind the window. They were covered with fire, running and shouting, until they were finally burned in the endless sea of fire.

The fire finally broke the window string.

The pimp who had tormented her was covered with fire, with an ugly old face and a twisted fat body, trying to climb out of the window.

But her movements were so clumsy that even if she climbed out of the window, she just fell into the fire on the first floor.

Through the fire and rain, she saw Nanyan.

She screamed and cursed. Her eyes were red with blood, and she ran at her like a mad dog, waving her burning limbs.

Before a few steps were taken, the whole wooden building collapsed.

The procuress was killed in the wooden building.

Nan Yan looks at it quietly, and her red lips rise in a happy arc.

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

This pimp, it's just the beginning.

The fire spread along the wooden buildings. Gradually, more kilns were on fire.

Finally, someone found something wrong, and the men and women rushed out of the room in disorder, shouting to put out the fire.

Some people died in the sea of fire, others were covered in the fire, running and rolling everywhere.

The whole flower street is in chaos.

The rain is still falling.

Nanyan is holding a light apricot oil paper umbrella, carrying a large and exquisite train, kicking off embroidered shoes at will, and walking barefoot in the rain.

She hums the little song lightly, the posture is graceful and charming.

The street was full of fire, and it was moving away behind her.

She was not afraid to fall into the abyss.

Because she was born in the abyss.

Boundless night rain, no boundary.

In the dark, someone groped over the high wall.

Nanguang's face was covered with a black towel, "ouch," and sat in a corner.

He kneaded his buttocks and stood up. Looking around, the huge Cheng mansion was full of depression. Even there were few lanterns. He could only see the lights of the main house through the vast rain curtain.

"Huang Shi, you and her mother hurt my daughter. I want you to look good tonight!"

Huang is a wicked woman.

First, he disliked his delicacy, and then he picked out his two precious daughters. Finally, he even sold his Rouge into the kiln!

Good innocent girl, suffered so much injustice, he this when father, do not give daughter revenge, he is not a man!

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

He approached the main house.

He held the axe tightly and was careful to breathe.

His hands could not stop shaking. As the partition was pushed open, his heart beat more like thunder.

There was a woman on duty in the outer room.

He touched the bedroom with his hands and feet. Several candlesticks were scattered, and the curtain was low. From inside, he heard a long and steady breath.

Nanguang wiped the rain on his face.

Trembling, he opened the curtain.

In the dim light of the candlestick, he saw Huang's sleep dead.

He held his axe high -

his hands were shaking.

He swallowed and couldn't help closing his eyes.

Yan'er's pathetic appearance reappears in his mind.

Nanguang's face was full of ferocity. Suddenly he opened his eyes and fell that axe towards Huang's neck!

Blood splashes!

Warm blood splashed on his cheek, and Nanguang's heart beat out of balance. He threw away his axe and took a few steps backward. Finally, he fell to the ground.

Tears welled up.He never killed anybody.

He looked at the blood and corpses in the tent, raised his hand and touched the bloody cheek.

Rain knocks on the window at night.

The wind is like a wild animal, mad and terrible.

In such a stormy night, Nanguang can clearly hear its own heartbeat.

Plopping, as if about to jump out of the chest.

However, he did not regret it.

He's been a coward for half his life. He always has to do something for his daughter.

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

The woman on duty was woken up by noise.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and when she saw Nanguang covered with blood, she would scream out in an instant!

Nanguang's eyes were swift and her hand was swift. She swung an axe at her head!

She was seriously injured, but she did not die.

She is still struggling to catch the bloody pants in the south.

Nanguang wept with fear.

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

The rain beat the banana.

The court is full of lights.

The west window pasted with Koryo paper is set up in the rain at night.

Nanbao Yi, with his hands on his cheeks, stood by the west window, enjoying the rain with a calm face.

Sitting behind the desk, Xiao Yi is dealing with military affairs.

He now has a 500000 army in his hand, which is much more than when he was in charge of 100000 troops.

Ten words quietly stepped into the study, attached to his ear whispered a few words.

Xiao Yi whispered, "can you see clearly?"

"A few of them passed by Cheng's house and saw with their own eyes that the third master had climbed over the wall and entered Cheng's house. In the middle of the plot, I was afraid that something might happen to him. The third master killed Huang and a woman and was carried back by them in a pool of blood. The scene has been cleaned up again, and no one will find the head of the third master. "

Ten words make things clear.

He knew that his master's son was in love with the girl in treasure clothes.

If the master's son marries a girl in Baoyi, then the third master will be his father-in-law.

If the old father-in-law has an accident, he has to help.

What he did obviously satisfied Xiao Yi.

He said faintly: "go to the cashier's office to get the reward."

Ten words should be said "ah", happily to receive the reward.

Xiao's game is in volume one.

He looked to the west window. The girl's back was graceful and delicate. In the rainy night, it was very attractive.

He languidly leans on the back of the chair, warm voice way: "South Jiao Jiao Jiao, come to elder brother here."

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