The Founder of Diabolism: 105 | Hate the twenty-first eighth

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Lan Xichen said: "Sect King ... can you explain the reason?"

Jin Guangyao didn't say anything, and his knuckles were pale.

Wei Wuxian said: "It seems that Lord Zong refuses to say."

He raised his hand, and a naked female body appeared immediately under his hand. Wei Wuxian put his hand on the top of her black head and said, "But if you don't say it, I can't know?"

Four empathy, without opening his eyes, Wei Wuxian found himself surrounded by a fragrant smell of fat powder, a charming voice coming out of his mouth: "... she? She wants to marry When she met the man, she was in her twenties, she was not young, and she would definitely not be red in a few years, so she was scolded and had to have a son, or she wanted to get away. But it also needs the man's willingness. "

He opened his eyes, and what he saw in front of him was a magnificent lobby, which was very spacious. There were more than a dozen large round tables in the hall, and there were several alcoholic guests on each round table, and several quite There are beautiful women, some with exposed shoulders, some with scattered clouds, some sitting on the legs of alcoholic drinkers, and some feeding wine to the people, all of them are sweet and greasy and drunk.

At a glance, you know where it is.

Wei Wuxian said, "The one who was burned to death in this Guanyin Temple turned out to be a happy woman. No wonder these grieving spirits are all naked, I'm afraid all of them are firework women and brokers."

The drinker beside him laughed: "The son is always his own, isn't that the man?"

The woman said, "She said that the man was a big man who cultivated Aristocratic Family. Then there must be many sons in his family. It ’s not rare to see anything. How can you pay attention to this outside? Panlai Panpan Before anyone can pick her up, of course, I can only raise her own babies, and one raise is fourteen years. "

Several drinkers said, "Big man? Is this really the case?"

The woman said, "Oh, what did I lie to you like this? Her son is here for us now. Hey, that's it," the woman twisted her waist and rushed to a teenager with a tray. Beckon: "Little Meng! Come here!"

The teenager came over and said, "Sister Anxin, what is it?"

In a flash, Wei Wuxian understood everything.

A group of alcoholic people looked at Meng Yao with a scrutiny. Meng Yao asked again: "Is there anything wrong?" Anxin laughed: "Little Meng, have you learned those things yourself?"

Meng Yao said for a moment, "What are they?"

Anxin said: "It's what your mother told you to learn, what calligraphy and painting, etiquette, swordsmanship ... how did you learn?"

These drinkers laughed, as if they were extremely funny. Anxie turned around and said, "Do n’t laugh, what I said is true. His mother raised him as a Young Master for wealthy people. He taught him to read and write. Go to school. "

The drinker was startled: "Send him to school? Am I right?"

Anxie said: "No! Xiaomeng, tell these Young Master, have you ever been to the library?"

The drinker said, "Is he still going now?"

Anxie said, "No, I came back a few days after I went, and said I wouldn't go again. Xiao Meng, don't you like studying or don't you like it?"

Meng Yao didn't speak, she smiled at ease, a forefinger with a bright red color poked on Meng Yao's forehead, and said, "Little guy, are you upset?"

She poked very hard, and Meng Yao's forehead was poked with a faint red mark, like the afterimage of cinnabar. He touched his forehead and said, "No ..."

Walking with peace of mind: "Okay, okay, you're all right." Meng Yao turned around and took a few steps. She picked up another thing from the table and coaxed: "Oh, give you some fruit to eat. . "

Meng Yao turned his head back, the green fruit dripping on his chest, and fell to the ground with his bones rolling away. Anxie said quietly: "Why stay like this, a fruit can't catch it. Pick it up, don't waste it."

Meng Yao took a corner of his mouth. He should be fourteen years old already, but I don't know if it is because he is especially thin and looks only twelve or three years old. This kind of smile appears on his face, which makes people particularly uncomfortable.

He bent down slowly, picked up the fruit, wiped it on his placket, and smiled deeper: "Thank you, Sister of Peace."

Anxiety said: "You're welcome. Go work hard."

Meng Yao said: "Call me if something happens."

After he walked away, an alcoholic said, "If my son is in this kind of place, I will take him back anyway."

The other said: "His father is really a big man of the Xiuxian family? It shouldn't be easy to redeem a firework woman and give her some money to support her? It's just a hand."

Anxin said: "How can the woman's words really be heard? More than half of the letter, the big man is not her own. I see, maybe a rich businessman with a few money, she exaggerated a few Times ... "

At this time, a scream came, and there was a cracking sound of a cup and saucer on the second floor. A Yaoqin rolled and flew out, landed in the center of the hall, and made a loud noise. The drinker at the table was screaming in fright. Anxie also almost fell, screaming, "What happened!"

Meng Yao shouted, "A niang!"

Anxiously looking up, I saw a big man holding a woman's hair and dragging her out of a room. Anxious to stand next to the drinker, his tone was not excited or nervous, and said, "She is here again!"

Meng Yao rushed upstairs. The woman was clutching her scalp and desperately pulling her clothes over her shoulders. When she saw Meng Yao running over, she said, "I told you not to go upstairs! Go on! Go on!

Meng Yao went to Na Na 掰 | the guest's hand, was struck in the lower abdomen with one foot, and his bones rolled downstairs, exclaiming.

This is Wei Wuxian's third time, and he was seen kicked and rolled off the stairs.

The woman screamed, "Oh!" She was immediately dragged by the guest, dragged downstairs, chopped her clothes, threw it on the street, spit on her naked body, scolded Says: "How ugly people are, and old prostitutes still treat themselves as fresh goods!"

The woman huddled in the middle of the street and did not dare to get up. As soon as she moved, she would be watched. The pedestrians on the street were surprised and excited, wanting to walk, staying, staying a little bit, eyes clear. The gate of the brothel was also full of women inside, eating and smiling with a smile, just as reassuring, telling the guests around how this embarrassing old woman was going. Only one girl twisted out of the door, took off her already thin gauze, wrapped her half-white plump breast in a bright red coat, and her waist was extremely slender and very eye-catching. Everyone else came to see her. The girl took a sip and yelled: "Look, look at your mother! You can see the old woman? Take a look at the money you want, give it! Here's your money!"

As she scolded, she reached out and asked for money from people who were watching in all directions. The crowd dispersed, she threw the gauze off at the woman, wrapped her into the lobby, and walked down and counted: "I've told you to change. Who sees it? Have a hard time, remember something! "

Wei Wuxian said, "This woman looks familiar but where did she see it?"

The woman whispered, "Aya, Aya ..."

Meng Yao was kicked by that kick for a while and couldn't slow down. He couldn't stand lying on the ground. The girl dragged one by one, pulling up the mother and son and leaving. A drinker beside Anxin said, "Who is that beauty?"

Spit out two pieces of melon seed shells with peace of mind, and said, "It's a famous hot spice, it's scary."

A person was disappointed: "This is the firework talent Meng Shi? How did this happen?"

Anxin changed her vice smile again and said, "That's it. She has to have children, can a woman still have a child to watch. If it wasn't for reliance on the so-called" talented woman ", she would barely eat the old one, I'm afraid she would appreciate her face There are not many of them. What I want is because of the bad book she read. "

A drinker said, "That's it. People who have some books always have such inexplicable vigor, and never give up that thought."

Anxie said: "If she can support herself with the books she read, then I won't say anything, but it's not a gimmick to attract uncles / guests. I say it's awkward, everyone is an uncle / son, just read A little book is more noble? What kind of strength is it? Not only people from outside look at her, but other sisters here like you do n’t like her? Guests who come to this kind of place occasionally look at a teenage tender girl who is modest and modest. It is a fresh and chic picture. What is it that asks people to spend money to see a person who is old and yellow? She has long been red, and everyone knows that she can't see it alone ... "

At this moment, someone patted him at ease behind him, and when he looked back, he saw that the girl was standing behind her, and raised his hand with a slap in the face.

A slap, anxiety in a slap in the face, a moment of anger, angrily: "Bitch !!!"

The girl said: "Bitch !!! My mouth is broken all day, did your tongue do anything else?"

Screaming with peace of mind: "What I say is yours!"

The two girls scrambled together in the lobby on the first floor, using their nails and teeth together, tearing each other's hair and cursing, what "sooner or later to spend your face", "no one wants to give money to them", the vulgar words are unbearable In the ear. Many prostitutes / girls came to persuade and said, "Sisi! Stop fighting!"

Sisi?

Wei Wuxian finally remembered why he felt familiar when looking at the girl's face. If you add seven or eight knife marks to this face, wouldn't that be the thought of the woman who came to the lotus dock to tell the truth? !!

Suddenly, he felt a wave of burning waves approaching him, and the whole lobby was drowned in a sea of ​​red fire. Wei Wuxian quickly pulled himself out of empathy!

Opening your eyes, Lan Wangji said, "How?"

Lan Xichen also said, "Wei Young Master, what do you see?"

Wei Wuxian took a breath, calmed his mind, and said, "I guess this Guanyin Temple is where the King Zong grew up."

Jin Guangyao remained calm. Jiang Cheng said: "Where did he grow up? Isn't he ..." He just wanted to say, didn't he grow up in the Golan, and suddenly it became clear, "This Guanyin Temple used to be Golan. The fire burned this place and it was converted into a Guanyin Temple! "

Lan Xichen said, "Have you really put the fire?"

Jin Guangyao said, "Yes."

Jiang Cheng sneered: "You admit it."

Jin Guangyao said, "To this day, there is no difference between doing more and less but doing the same thing."

A moment of silence, Lan Xichen said, "Are you trying to erase the traces."

Although many people know that Fang Fangzun grew up in the ticker bar when he was young, most people don't know which ticker bar he is from, and it is strange to think of it. Everyone knows that Fang Fangzun must have been deliberately manipulated behind the scenes, but I am afraid few people would have expected that he directly burned the place where he was born and raised.

Jin Guangyao said: "Not all."

Lan Xichen sighed and did not continue. Jin Guangyao said, "Don't you ask me why?"

Lan Xichen shook his head, for a long while, and answered the question: "I didn't know what you did before, but I believed that you had a hard time doing this."

He said, "But you've done too much. And I ... I don't know if I should believe it."

He was deeply tired and disappointed in his tone.

There was a thunderstorm outside the temple, and there was wind leaking through the cracks in the door of the temple. In the scream of howling, Jin Guangyao suddenly knelt to the ground.

Everyone is surprised. Wei Wuxian, who had just taken away his sabre around his waist, was shocked, but saw Jin Guangyao weakly saying, "Second Brother, I was wrong."

"..." Hearing this, Wei Wuxian was embarrassed for him and couldn't help but said, "That, what, don't say something, do it well. Can we just do it?"

This man's face changes, and his knees kneel, without dignity and domineering. Lan Xichen's face was also indescribable. Jin Guangyao continued, and said, "Second Brother, you and I have been together for many years. No matter how you say it, I know how you are. You know. I have no intention of being an Immortal Governor. To cross the east, I will never return in my life. For these reasons, you can let me go alive. "

Yuandu Dongyu, frankly, he ran away. This sounds rather shameful, but Jin Guangyao is known for being silky and changeable, rather than bending, and being soft can never be hard. Lanling Jin ’s use of force to crush one, two, three, and four is okay, but if all families, large and small, united to pursue him and repeat the same mistakes of Qishan Wen ’s, it was only a matter of time. Instead of dragging it back then, it is better to evacuate now, avoid the limelight first, save the strength, maybe there will be a chance to make a comeback in the future, and come back again.

Wei Wuxian said: "Master Zong, you said that the Yinhufu already was completely damaged. Can you show it to me?"

Jin Guangyao said: "Wei Young Master, after all, the restoration is not the body, and there is a limit on the number of times it can be used. It has been completely abolished. The already is completely abolished. And you know the most. How much you lost Function, it will only bring the waste of the **** disaster. Do you think I will bring it with me? "

Wei Wuxian said, "I don't know about this. Maybe you can find another Xue Yang?"

Jin Guangyao said: "Second Brother, what I said is true."

His words are sincere and sincere, and he has always treated him with courtesy since his capture of Lan Xichen. At this moment, Lan Xichen really can't turn his face at once, and can only sigh: "Master Zong, if you want to go alone, When the mass funeral was planning such a big chaos, I said, 'Second Brother' doesn't need to be called again. "

Jin Guangyao said: "This mass grave post was a mystery. It was very wrong, but I have no way out."

Lan Xichen said: "What is no retreat?"

Lan Wangji frowned slightly, and said coldly, "Brother, don't talk to him."

Wei Wuxian also reminded: "Lord Zong, remember how you reminded Jiang Zong? Don't talk to him too much."

Lan Xichen also knows how powerful Jin Guangyao opens his mouth. But when he heard that there might be inside information, he couldn't help but wanted to hear it, and Jin Guangyao agreed with him.

He whispered, "I received a letter."