C324 The devil is crying

Wild Young Master was indeed wild. He had booked five matches in a row, but had been danced by countless girls for five nights. Silver money was spilled like flowing water, but it was just for the sake of watching a girl dance. This demeanor was truly wild to the extreme.

Rushing Young Master is indeed unrestrained. After five consecutive nights of hard fighting, accompanied by the five beauties, he is surprisingly full of energy every morning, causing countless people to doubt whether his body is made of darksteel.

On the sixth night, Xiao Lang and Qian Xun were still as wild and unrestrained as before.

The two of them walked into the Sixth House and into the brothel. Xiao Lang originally wanted to shout out loud: "The place is reserved", but he was suddenly attracted by the discussion of the young masters. His half drunk and half awake eyes, suddenly became clear, and his face became pale white.

"Have you heard? The number one beauty actually lost her life for Xiao Lang! "

"Are you saying that there is a beauty in the north, a peerless and independent Dongfang Hongdou, who is able to topple entire cities with a single look, and can even overturn a nation with another one? A peerless beauty, what a pity she died! "

"The news has been confirmed, and the news has spread throughout the continent. Sigh … A beauty that can topple the heavens has fallen just like that. It's a pity that I can't catch a glimpse of her. It's a pity, a pity! "

The conversation between the three princes attracted the attention of many of the guests in the building. This was the continent's most beautiful woman, how could they not pay attention?

The voices of the three Young Masters were not loud, but Xiao Lang was able to hear them loud and clear. Qian Xun also heard it, and at first glance, he looked at Xiao Lang, but when he saw Xiao Lang's pale white face, his heart thumped, and he immediately became extremely nervous. He was well aware that his master had "indirect madness". After going berserk with the Cyan Robe Pavilion, Dugu Xing had gone berserk even after dying.

Xiao Lang did not go crazy, nor did he explode with rage. He only forced out a smile, and then, he sprinkled out a large amount of silver from his bosom. His emotionless voice resounded in the hall, "I'll pay for all the expenses of everyone here today.

The eyes of the Brothel Keeper instantly lit up, as did the eyes of countless ladies. Was this Master finally here? They were all looking forward to it.

There were a lot of customers in the hall, and a majority of the guests had eaten free food and drinks. After rubbing their hands together for half a day, they felt really good, so they clasped their hands together with Xiao Lang, and left contently. However, there were a few young masters who were obviously not buying anything. They were not short on money, so they just came out to have fun. If you say you want to leave, then go.

The old procuress laughed merrily at the side, giving her many promises and words of praise. Finally, she persuaded the other young masters to leave, leaving behind the three who were discussing Dongfang Hongdou.

"Ten times the price? I can't afford it? I'll take care of this round today, but I'll offer 15 times the original price! " A young master dressed in embroidered clothes looked at Xiao Lang coldly and spoke in a strange tone.

The old procuress was in a bit of a dilemma, but Xiao Lang opened his mouth once again, "I offer fifty times the original price!"

"You …"

It wasn't that he couldn't afford to pay fifty times the price, but if this were to spread to the clan and cause a ruckus in the brothel, the elders of the clan would probably scold him. However, since he had already stepped forward, it would be difficult for him to lose face like this. His face immediately became embarrassed, but he still didn't want to leave.

Xiao Lang's patience seemed to run out, his face suddenly turned sinister, his eyes turned blood-red, staring straight at the three Young Masters, he hysterically shouted: "Scram!"

"Clang!"

The three young masters were so frightened that their bodies turned soft and they sat down on the ground, their eyes filled with fear. The strength of the three was not bad, Xiao Lang did not have any Profound Qi on him, but just his current aura was able to cause their souls to throb.

The three of them looked at the sinister face, the pair of blood red eyes, enveloped in Xiao Lang's boundless killing intent, their bodies started to tremble. Or the devil? How could it be so terrifying?

The old procuress and countless brothels ladies in the hall were also frightened. How could this person be so scary? Does it not feel like a person, but an incomparably powerful and tyrannical profound beast? Or a humanoid demon?

The three Young Masters left in a hurry, their steps even a little unsteady. From time to time, they turned their heads to glance at Xiao Lang, as if they were afraid that he would turn into a profound beast and pounce on them.

Xiao Lang did not look at them. After the three of them left, he walked straight to a couch by the window and laid on it. He closed his eyes and waved his hands: "Dance!"

All the girls looked at each other, but did not move. Qian Xun quickly gave the old procuress a look, and the old procuress immediately called for the girls to dance.

Qian Xun did not dare to advise her, and knew that it would be useless to say anything now. He did not call for the lady to accompany him, instead he sat alone on the other side and drank his wine, looking at Xiao Lang from time to time with worry.

"Qian Xun, bring the girls to sleep, I want to be alone for a while!"

After half a day, Xiao Lang suddenly waved his hand, he did not bother to look at Qian Xun who was continuing to listen to the sounds of Gu Le's silk bamboo with his eyes closed. Qian Xun helplessly sighed, and led the five women away.

"Keep jumping. When do I tell you to stop? Stop again!"

Xiao Lang lifted his wine cup and gulped it down in one gulp, then he glanced at the girls lying down on their backs within the great hall. The old procuress gestured to the girls to continue dancing, and did not dare go to Xiao Lang's side, as she was afraid of angering this eccentric Master.

This kind of big brothel's women were even more proficient in poetry, so the dance they danced out was extremely enchanting. Every move they made was filled with the soft flavor of a woman, and was far beyond what any other brothel could compare to.

In the vague dim light of the candle, groups of women with thin clothes were dancing gracefully. From time to time, they would reveal the endless radiance of spring, bringing about a refreshing fragrance.

However!

Such a beautiful dance, such an alluring and beautiful woman, yet she did not attract Xiao Lang's attention at all. The girls were starting to get scared, and they slowly jumped into the good state. However, at the back, they discovered that they seemed to be dancing in the air, and the young master didn't even look at them.

After a long while, Xiao Lang finally made a move, and all the girls became alert, jumping even more vigorously. They thought that Xiao Lang was attracted by their peerless beauty and dances, and peeked at Xiao Lang while dancing.

However —

Yet they still saw an unforgettable scene in their lives. Xiao Lang's face once again twisted, the veins on his face bulged, and his body revealed a tyrannical aura as he transformed into a profound beast, a humanoid demon.

He started to cry silently. He closed his eyes and his body was shaking. Even his hands were shaking. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and ran down his face. They dripped from his chin and splattered on the bed beneath him, spraying plum blossoms.

The devil crying?

Dozens of women were stunned. Feeling the sorrow that Xiao Lang had sent into their bones, that kind of endless desolation and despair deeply shocked them. At this moment, they felt that this playboy of famous Divine Soul City was actually so helpless, so pitiful! A few women's maternal brilliance flared up, wanting to hug Xiao Lang and comfort him, even if he did not need money.

A man does not easily shed tears because he has not yet reached the point of sorrow!