In Wanhua Tower.

Monk Hua was lying on his favorite bamboo chair, and the room was very warm.

There were many candles burning in the room, which illuminated the room very brightly.

The drizzle after autumn brought a chill at night, but the coldness of the autumn night was not felt at all in Monk Hua's room, but it was very hot.

The charcoal in the brazier has burned out, and only the intense heat makes the person lying down sweat dripping from his forehead.

Life needs to be enjoyed, and you must learn to enjoy it every day of your life. Monk Hua has always believed that this is an undeniable truth.

He not only likes silver, but also gold, and even more likes countless treasures piled in front of his eyes, but he understands in his heart that no matter how much money a person has, money has nothing to do with stopping a person's death.

Just like the woman in front of me, she is very beautiful.

God gave her a beautiful face, but beauty can't win over a man's heart. Anyone who sees this man will be afraid.

Because this man's name is even more terrifying, his name is King of Hell.

At this moment, Monk Hua didn't want to talk. He just wanted to listen to what this woman, whom even the King of Hell didn't like, had to say.

In the warm house, there are two men and a woman.

The round table is covered with a beautiful tablecloth with beautiful peonies embroidered on it.

The milky white Kyocera tea set is so white that a man can imagine the fair skin of a girl.

The person sitting at the round table was Shangguan Yi. He used his only remaining hand to caress the teacup in his hand, as if he were caressing his beloved woman.

There may have been a beloved woman by his side, but that is in the past.

Men don't like to dwell on the past, because everything in the past seems to be a dream.

As long as it is a dream, I will wake up, and the dream I wake up from will always be filled with a hint of sadness.

Shangguan Yi doesn't like sadness, so he doesn't like to dream either.

The faint fragrance of jasmine wafted from the tea cup in my hand.

It was as if Shangguan Yi felt the comfort brought by this kind of warmth for the first time. There was gentleness on his face, a gentleness unique to men.

But this tenderness was only given to time, not to a woman.

He didn't want to drink tea or talk. He just wanted to listen to a woman talk.

Because what they saw was the same woman, and this woman was Su Qin, the Thousand-Faced Demon Fox.

And they must listen to this woman, because everything that happened in the shop was caused by Su Qin.

This beautiful woman seems to be born to be a disaster. Wherever she appears, there must be a man who will be unlucky.

Su Qin looked at the two men in the room with colored eyes.

She suddenly felt very lucky again.

Because I can always meet a man who loves women at critical moments in my life.

No matter whether this man is in love or not, they are still men after all, and their biggest habit is not to kill a coquettish woman.

Even when encountering the cold-hearted Xiao Leixue.

But now Xiao Leixue is not here, only Hua Monk, the head shopkeeper of Wanhua Building, is here.

There is also Shangguan Yi who is cold-hearted.

But there was no murderous look on their faces, at least when they were talking non-stop.

Monk Hua followed Guan Yi and finally listened patiently to Su Qin's account of everything that happened in the shop.

Shangguan Yi's face turned cold, leaving only cruel eyes to others.

Monk Hua patted his bald head with his hand and looked at Su Qin with doubtful eyes, as if Su Qin was the real protagonist of everything that happened in the shop.

Not Li Qing who has no sword in his hand.

However, Monk Hua also admired him very much.

He is the boss of Wanhua Tower, and he has met countless women.

The women here all like silver just like him. They have no emotions, and they are not worthy of emotions.

Because the guest who leaves early every morning can only be regarded as a passing guest in life.

They never know what is going on in this man's heart.

The men who left also didn't care what they were thinking.

Maybe when they meet again, they have already forgotten what the other person looks like.

But the Su Qin in front of her was completely different. She was like a busy bee. As long as she saw bright flowers, she wanted to squeeze out their honey.

Of course, men are not bright flowers, they are just highly intelligent animals that use color to satisfy themselves.

The Thousand-Faced Demon Fox takes advantage of this preference of men to make her life interesting.

She will not be sad for any man who dies, after all, there is no shortage of men around her.

Monk Hua has gradually become suspicious and can hardly believe that so many men died because of her in the past.

Now he believes it.

No man would reject her enchantment, she seemed to live in this world just for men.

If he accidentally walks into her in life, no man will know who he is to her.

Among them must be her dead husband Tian Laoguai.

If he were still alive in this world, Monk Hua believed that he had a thousand reasons to commit suicide.

He could only choose to commit suicide, because this woman only brought him nightmares, and every man who appeared around her was a powerful figure in the world.

Monk Hua felt a little sad for the dead old monster Tian. He should have died early. Death to old monster Tian was a kind of relief for men.

But he couldn't find a reason to kill her. This reason must be very sufficient.

Monk Hua sat up straight from the recliner. He stared at Su Qin and said, "You have completed your task very well. What kind of wishes do you have?"

Su Qin looked at Monk Hua with provocative eyes and said softly: "I want to stay in this place."

Monk Hua suddenly sighed, and then said: "This place is very suitable for you."

Su Qin was smiling, but her smile was a little forced.

She knew that she had no choice from tonight on. It was she who told Monk Hua the secrets on the street, and it was she who stayed in the shop to seduce her lover.

It's a pity that he is dead and he is no longer able to protect himself.

"The room next door has been prepared for you. From now on, you will play the role of crow." Monk Hua waved his hand to Su Qin and closed his eyes.

Although he left Su Qin in Wanhua Tower, he still didn't want to see her face again.

The door opened and closed.

There were two men left at the door.

Shangguan Yi, the living dead man, finally spoke. He didn't say too much. He said, "Li Qing must have taken care of the sparrow's lair."

"The owner of the ghost must be very angry this time. He must have put a lot of effort into building a stronghold in the street." Monk Hua stood up from the recliner.

He came to the window of the room and suddenly thought of the dead crow.

The life of a crow is like a gust of wind, it comes and goes in a hurry, and the final result is that it disappears.

Shangguan Yi's eyes suddenly became as sharp as blades. He looked at Monk Hua's back and said, "Do you know who he is now?"

Monk Hua said, "I don't know either." His expression softened, he turned around and said slowly, "But I also want to meet this person."

The tense gaze of the living dead Shangguan Yi became gentle again, and he just said "oh".

Monk Hua walked up to Shangguan Yi and asked softly: "What are you thinking about now?"

"My thoughts are the same as yours. I really want to know what Young Master Li and the others are doing?"

Monk Hua's expression froze.

Still in a small shop on a rainy night.

Li Qing's figure fell beside the curtain in the back hall, and the knife in his hand did not fly out.

Killing a sparrow whose name he didn't know from behind was not good at all. Li Qing thought that he should at least let himself know his name.

The curtain in the back hall was lifted, and Li Qing saw Cui Si and the big yellow dog.

There was no knife in Cui Si's hand because the knife was in the big yellow dog's mouth.

Cui Si saw the big yellow dog when he broke in through the window.

From the big yellow dog's open mouth, Li Qing knew very well that the moment it wanted to bark, it just opened its mouth and Cui Si's knife had already penetrated into its mouth.

Now it is held in Cui Si's hand, and the knife is stuck in the dog's mouth.

Of course, Grandma Xiong, who was retreating, saw her big yellow dog. All the frowns on her face gathered together, and she looked at Cui Si with vicious eyes.

"You shouldn't have killed it with such cruel methods." Grandma Xiong's voice was almost trembling.
To be continued...