Chapter 1
The incense mist in the copper-pinning incense burner was scattered, and in the ancient room, the smell of rouge and water powder was extremely solemn.
Wang Yang was naked, revealing his bronze-colored muscles and exposed to the slightly cool air. He was left with only a pair of three-gun brand underwear. At this moment, he was holding chicken legs in his left hand and holding bean paste bag in his right hand. His eyes were green, and he seemed to have not felt full for a week.
The charming woman wearing a tulle vaguely exuded her graceful figure, her face turned black and she looked at him with gritted teeth. The first time she saw someone come to eat flower wine, she was really just here to eat. She quietly checked the strange-style clothes she pulled off from this guy, and there was not even a single copper plate inside.
After burping, Wang Yang noticed the ancient furnishings around him and was immediately confused. What is the situation?
Wang Yang, who had just worked, was arranged by his leader to receive a big customer tonight. As a result, he had a shallow alcohol tolerance and rushed to the bathroom to vomit in a pound.
After vomiting, the person still turned dizzy, but at least his stomach was not so turbulent, but he was so hungry.
When he pushed open the bathroom door, he saw a table of delicious food placed there. Wang Yang, who was dizzy, sat down and ate and drank.
At this moment, a waiter seemed to be constantly pulling his clothes and pants. Wang Yang, who was dizzy, had nothing but food in his eyes. He just waited for half of the roast chicken to eat and had food in his stomach. He gradually recovered from a little sobering. Only then did Wang Yang have the chance to raise his head and look around. No, was he entering the wrong private room?
How could there be a bed? The waiter's clothes are too exposed. People's hearts are not as good as the old ones. I didn't expect that this five-star hotel would rely on vulgarity to attract business.
The ancient carved Nagamen was kicked away with a slam. The leader was a middle-aged woman with a fat face painted like a palette, wearing a bright green ancient dress, a matchmaker mole on her mouth, her eyes staring like a copper bell, and she rushed in angrily. Behind her, a group of "male waiters" were all dressed in gray coarse cloth, each carrying sticks in her hands, more like thugs.
"Mom, he is the one who eats the overlord's meal..." The charming woman rushed to the door and pointed at Wang Yang and said.
"Battle King's Meal?" Wang Yang was furious at that time. He threw away the chicken bone in his hand, and bulged his strong chest muscles and stood up. "Who are you talking about?"
"Oh, I dare to be arrogant and arrest him for me." The fat middle-aged woman was furious and pointed at Wang Yang. The male waiters rushed towards Wang Yang with a fierce look.
He was full of energy, strong in strength, and had a big weapon... Well, Wang Yang, who had strong fists and strong body, could he be easily insulted? He immediately fought hard. He first raised the table like a textbook in a Hong Kong gun battle film, then pulled the tablecloth and threw it over, screamed, picked up the vase next to him and threw it away, then picked up a round stool and started to defend himself bravely...
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He kept filling his body, and was tied up as a naked man with a shame tortoise shell tied by the male waiter. The bruised nose and swollen face were now looking at this ancient and ancient room with a confused look on his face, but the gauze pink tent was full of charming rooms.
A middle-aged woman with a fat face that looked like a palette, wearing a bright green ancient dress, a matchmaker mole on the corner of her mouth, her eyes were staring like a copper bell, and she kept spraying saliva at Wang Yang. "Okay, you little turtle cake, you ate my tofu, drank my flower wine, and smashed my place, but she didn't even have half a copper plate. I think you want to account for #￥%&*...&#@#"
"Stop! What do you mean, old lady? You are as beautiful as the bitter gourd that you have been pickled for three years. How dare you say I'm molesting you?!" Wang Yang looked at the disgusting face of the old fat woman, and it was already worthy of the audience if she didn't spit it out.
In addition to this fat woman, there were actually a group of fierce and innocent men and a charming woman in a tulle-like gauze that faintly revealed her graceful figure were watching her naked man with tortoise shells. The innocent men's eyes were very angry and fierce.
Only the charming woman, who was less than twenty years old, looked at Wang Yang with a very hot and hot look. She also gave Wang Yang a charming look and stroked her semi-transparent curve with her hand. Damn! Student Wang almost became shamelessly hard in public.
"I dare to talk back to me. I don't want to live anymore, so I beat him up!" The fat woman was furious and shouted loudly. A thug who had just been beaten by Wang Yang with a fierce smile on her face volunteered to walk towards Wang Yang.
"Stop! Sold, you can kill the soldiers but not be humiliated, hey hey! Oh, you are not allowed to slap in the face... Your sister! I surrender!"
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"Can you talk to me well now?" The old fat woman, oh no, the boss and madam of the Red Mansion here looked at Wang Yang with great smugness.
This little brat who eats the King of Kings meal has a good figure. Although his skin is a little darker, his face is still quite handsome. He is very attractive and has a good feel to the touch. There is also the strange part that cannot be covered by the cloth strip. Although the big weapon may not be good, it is at least good...
After looking at the professional gaze of being engaged in the entertainment service industry for more than 30 years, the madam felt that if she sold this product to the next rabbit building or the hidden duck shop next door to pay off her debt, she might even be able to make a fortune.
Having said that, this kid was too good to beat him. The seven or eight thugs and servants he called him had beaten him up several times. If it weren't for the large number of people, maybe he would have really let the kid run away.
"I really have no money. Can this aunt be good..." Wang Yang, who had dark eyes, said with tears in tears.
"If you don't have money, I know that you bastards who eat the king's meal don't have a good thing. OK, if you don't have money, I'll sign this thing for you..." The scheming and concise madam gave a wrinkled contract that seemed to have been prepared long ago to Wang Yang.
"Selling the Deed?!" Wang Yang blinked his eyes and looked at the sales deed in amazement, with a look of sadness and anger, looking like a male white-haired woman who was about to be stolen by Huang Shiren.
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I traveled through time, Nima, what the hell is this? I just went to the bathroom of a five-star hotel. Why did I travel through time when I opened the door and walked out?
At night in Tokyo Bianliang, the lights are bright everywhere, especially the area close to the Bian River focuses on the locations of a large number of brothels and pavilions, and there are singing and dancing, and there are laughter and joy everywhere, welcoming and seeing off.
Wang Yang, who had already changed into a very poor texture and was dressed in a coarse cloth dress, wandering in the lobby of this brothel called Honglou with a look of miserable expression, holding a large teapot and sighing with a lot of emotion.
Wang Yang was 100% sure that he had traveled through time. Thinking about his talent, both civil and military, and with strategies in mind, he was definitely the prime minister who was below one person and above ten thousand people. He threw himself on the battlefield, he was definitely a famous general who was determined to fight and win every battle.
God, are you so blind? What's wrong with throwing me away? I just threw my brother into the brothels of Bianliang, Tokyo, Northern Song Dynasty, and it was a very low-end brothel. Is this the rhythm of playing with me to get rid of the pit?
Carrying a teapot, he filled the teacup in front of a customer who had just walked into the door. Wang Yang looked at the gate with admiration and saw six strong and ferocious evil men standing outside the gate of the Red Building.
Although Wang Yang is confident that with his own strength, he can make a move, the problem is that there is a bad use when he makes a move. Although there is no need for an ID card or a household registration book in this era, he has signed a three-year contract with the evil slave owner Wang Po, the fat woman.
And it also stamped the contract for the seal of the official office of Kaifeng County under Kaifeng Prefecture. In other words, if you really just escape with your arms, you will have a 100% chance of being caught and locked up in the prison of Kaifeng Prefecture and counting fleas.
Maybe after the butt egg is thirty or fifty times, the non-mainstream tattoo on your face will have to throw it to the frontier for you three or five miles, so that you can scream with the white knife of the Northern Barbarians who are alive and dead.
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That is too unscientific and irrational. Like myself, he has made a way out from a strong college entrance examination province and was admitted to Peking University with an exaggerated score of 701 points. He mastered foreign languages ​​in three countries, five subjects, seven certificates, and top intellectuals who graduated from the No. 9 dormitory building. What he is best at is to use his IQ and mouth to survive easily in the social wave.
Instead of relying on muscle lumps and brute force, I hang a leather crotch and fight with people or fight bayonets. That's too vulgar and too expensive. What if I get cut into a disabled country and don't provide for retirement? Is it possible that as an outstanding time traveler, I have to limp in the Northern Song Dynasty as a disabled soldier and spend the rest of my life alone?
"Therefore, when God is about to give a great responsibility, he must first suffer his mind and mind, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and do not disturb his actions. Therefore, he will move his heart and endure his nature and will make it easier for him to be unable to..."
Just as King Mister raised his head and recited the inspiring famous quotes passionately, a sudden burst of knocking on the door and roar interrupted Wang Yang's expression of feelings. "Who is surnamed Wang, you go to the cottage and go to the cottage, and you're squeaking and wool. I'm about to pull in my pants..."
"...You're so anxious, I haven't finished it yet." Wang Yang was furious and directly retorted. He was disturbed by someone who expressed his feelings. It was too much!
"Ahhhhh, the boy named Wang." Just as he was ready to make another call, someone else screamed outside the door.
"You're done? I said I didn't finish it before I finished it." Wang Yang was so angry that he almost wanted to pick up the feces spoon on the side and threw it over.
"Someone is here to choose a place, why don't you go and help quickly!"
Chapter completed!