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He was so embarrassed that he turned angry. The corner of his left eye had turned blue as he forcefully shook them off and covered the bruised corner of his eye with his hand, and scolded: "Young master, are you raising you guys for nothing? "Bring out your flower wine and catch this little girl for me!"

The guard behind him was embarrassed by his scolding. He had often been with his boss to eat and drink at the Flower Lodge. He had even wasted more than a thousand taels of white silver ingots last night.

Besides, he had often caught girls for his boss. Who wouldn't submit to him in the end, let alone at the feet of the capital's emperor?

Three guards immediately wielded their sabers and jumped forward to surround him. In the past, the three of them had captured the most women, and they were also the most experienced.

Everyone upstairs knew that there was going to be a show to see. This woman came and went as fast as the wind and lightning. No one saw her move clearly, but everyone knew that River Jin had been slapped twice.

These martial artists had always been happy to watch the show, but were afraid that it would not lead to chaos. So, they had to move aside the tables and chairs that were in their way.

However, when they saw the three old masters bully two women, those with a sense of justice couldn't help but hiss. There was a hiss, but no one stepped forward.

People with money and power were not to be trifled with. Those who ventured into the Jianghu for a long time all had a rich life experience. Without the strength of a hero, they understood the principle of protecting their own lives.

The shopkeeper was shocked. He had obtained five hundred silver taels worth of banknotes, so he quickly went downstairs. He was in a hurry to get the waiter to make another large signboard for the coffin shop.

No matter which side won, it would definitely be a hot topic. What he needed to do now was to wait until the other side won, and consider what was written on the large board that would attract the most attention.

Thus, it could be seen that the reason why the poor were poor was not just because they were not hardworking.

As she booed, the woman's hand left the girl's shoulder and she took a light step forward. Her hand was also gently resting on the dark red hilt of her sword, covering her face with a veil. "I will only count to three, those who don't scram will crawl out of the restaurant!"

As she finished her sentence, as if it was a common practice in the past, the young woman immediately cut in: "One!"

The three guards found it hilarious and burst out laughing, the three knives chopping down with laughter. Chop shoulders, chop waist, chop legs, gleam blade light, the blade force is awe-inspiring and fierce, attack and defense are at the same time, not a flowery, all is true kung fu.

The three of them were fellow disciples of the same sect. This move was intended to force the enemy to retreat, so the next move was a "quick and fast" move. The result was a saber strike against the enemy's neck, a knife strike against his waist, and the opponent's black veil hat.

Once, on the Hedong Road, there was a famous female hero who was taken advantage of by the three of them. Unfortunately, that female hero was too ugly, causing the three of them to almost lose their manhood.

At this moment, the three of them seemed to have imagined the panic behind the woman's black veil. They all started to pray nervously that they wouldn't be like that woman, who had peerless beauty but was actually so ugly.

As the words "one" came out of the young girl's mouth, the word "two" began to echo in the air as sword lights filled the sky.

The tall woman said harshly, "Unsheathe the blood sword!" A streak of red light broke through the saber light like a waterfall, transforming into three streaks of bloody light. Ding ding ding! Ding! The three violent slashes were all deflected by a delicate force.

The three guards turned pale with fright as they hastily retreated two steps back. Before they could even stand firmly, the tall woman had already taken a wrong step forward, her cloak fluttering in the wind as her sword flew out like a bolt of lightning.

The three of them hurriedly retreated, but it was already too late. The tall woman's attack this time was as fast as a ghost. Amidst the cries of the three people, their wrists were struck by swords at the same time. With three clashing sounds, their single swords fell to the ground.

The moves were quick and unparalleled. In the blink of an eye, the victor had been decided, and everyone was amazed.

The moment the young girl's crisp "two" was spoken, the three of them looked at each other in amazement. Before the "three" could even be uttered, they had already surrounded themselves and fled.

Jiang Shangjin had two guards standing behind him, both of whom were quite skilled in Qing Gong. They rushed to the second floor ahead of the three of them.

River Golden actually had some skill, so why was it that when the erosion of alcohol and sex was so severe, he was a step behind? He happened to walk right to the side of the young woman.

The girl's eyes rippled as she suddenly shouted, "Three!"

The tall girl took out a brocade handkerchief and carefully wiped the sword in her hand. That sword was very special, its entire body was red like fire, and when the young girl heard the word "three" from her mouth, she suddenly shouted, "Stop, it's too late for you to leave, you should be climbing out!"

River gold suddenly stopped. Looking at the girl, he said with a bitter face: "The lady's shout was a little fast!"

The girl smiled and said to the tall woman: "Teacher, he is not crawling!" The voice was sweet and pleasant to the ear.

The tall woman waved her sword. The red light was dazzling as she indifferently said, "Cut off his hand and dig a out of him." "Shameless scoundrel, you deserve this news!"

As the girl reached to pull out her sword, River Gold crawled quickly on the ground.

The girl clapped her hands as she started singing, "The sun in the sky is shining, and the turtles on the ground are covering their eyes …"

When he reached the top of the stairs, he turned around and glared. White and fat, with this turn of his head, it was like a scene from a turtle's crawl. Everyone could clearly see it, and they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The tall woman put her blood sword back into its scabbard and slowly walked up to the man with the silver notes. She gently said, "May I trouble you to lead us to the Qiong Clan's division?"

The man's eyes widened as he repeated himself, "Yes, yes, this is what I wish for."

The young girl could not take it anymore and muttered under her breath, "I haven't eaten yet."

The tall woman shook her head and said helplessly, "This little trouble of yours, I'm just hungry every day." His voice overflowed with love, and he said apologetically to the man: "I'm sorry, please wait for a moment, I will leave after I have my meal."

The man immediately said, "This little one will treat, this little one will treat."

As the good pastries and fruits were served, the young girl was elated. She felt that the man was a good person and smiled coquettishly, "What's your surname?"

The man was overwhelmed by the favor and quickly replied: "I won't bother you to ask. My name is Yue Biao."

The girl said in a deadpan manner: "Yep, Yue Biao, from now on, you will be with us. Buy me whatever I want to eat."

Yue Biao's heart skipped a beat. As he saw the girl speak, he quickly finished off three beehive cakes. If he agreed to this, how much silver would he need in the future? He felt a bit regretful that he broke the car so that he could get back on his feet. After losing the advantage, the tall girl immediately scolded him. "Stop messing around!" He was relieved of his embarrassment, but he was too scared to speak carelessly.

The girl, on the other hand, was enjoying her meal. After finally tasting every single dish, she put the remaining bags into her sleeves, and under Yue Biao's guidance, and under the guessing and discussion of the crowd, she went downstairs to help the poor families.

In a moment, he arrived at the entrance of the Tong Residence. Yue Biao was a spirit and did not understand whether this woman was an enemy of the Qiong Clan or not. There was no benefit in being friends with him, but if she was an enemy, then he would bring disaster upon himself and take his leave.

The tall woman raised her head and looked at the bruised and sloppily dressed men at the door. She said in a clear voice: "Excuse me, is this the division division of the poor family?"

Zhao Daheng clasped his fists and said, "I am helping Zhao Daheng from a poor family. What can I do for you, my lady?"

Seeing that she had made up her mind, she was sure of the place, whether she saw it or not was extremely dismal. After a while, she softly said, "I will have to trouble Hero Zhao to inform me that an old friend from Jiangnan, Blood Sword, has come to visit. Please meet Nangong He."

Hearing him call him by his sect master's name and calling himself an old friend of Jiang Nan, Zhao Daheng did not dare to slight him and said respectfully, "I will go in and report now." Returning to the first line of the door and seeing the scene in the yard, she suddenly closed it. With a flushed face, she said, "Please wait for a moment, this … It's a little hard to get in now. "

When the young woman saw his awkward expression, she couldn't help but feel curious. Could it be that there was something strange behind the door? He walked up to Zhao Dagong with an innocent look and said with a smile, "How long are you going to wait?"

Zhao Daheng smiled bitterly and said, "About that …" "It's hard to say."

Unexpectedly, the girl slipped past him and pushed open the door with one hand. She then shouted, "Look behind your door, what's wrong with it?"

Suddenly, there was an exclamation of surprise. With a few steps, he jumped in front of the woman. With a dizzy spell, he shouted, "Teacher, master, you've lost your life! Someone is kissing you!"