The bustard mother is the old bustard.

It is the honorific title given by girls from Qinhuaihe to their immediate boss.

There was an indescribable sense of indifference in her voice.

The soft, glutinous and sweet feeling when playing the pipa music had long since disappeared, and was replaced by a heartless feeling that was so cold that it had no warmth at all.

"He is a cruel person."

When Leng Changkong saw this scene for the first time, he couldn't help but feel chills all over his body. "Thankfully, I exposed my true nature before going to bed. If I suddenly go crazy while sleeping, I'm afraid my life will be lost!"

He picked up the long sword lying aside and placed it between his legs. He subconsciously held the hilt of the sword with his right hand. With a little peace of mind, he continued to speak, "As expected of a woman from the Qinhuai River, her ability to act in every situation is strong! Zhuo Qingming

The cultivation level at the peak of the seventh floor was so stupid that she didn't sense her murderous intention. If it were anyone else, I'm afraid they would have died ten thousand times."

The king of sex was frightened, thinking that he should be careful when playing with women here, so as not to fall asleep and lose himself in sleep.

Li Sansi waved her hands after hearing this and whispered, "The warlock system is best at hiding its strength and killing enemies with spiritual thoughts. She has not yet opened her eyes, but she can already cover the ears of a seventh-floor martial artist. If it were replaced by a star,

Brother Hun, come here, I'm afraid I don't even know how he died."

The words seemed a bit regretful for not adopting the warlock system.

Leng Changkong was slightly displeased, and immediately corrected him, "No! Even though the magician system's spiritual thoughts are strong, they are all inferior illusions after all. Unless they go beyond the sixth floor, if the lethality is not really limited... Just look at Zhuo Qingming

Well, that string almost penetrated his chest, but he was stunned that nothing happened..."

His voice was not loud, but his tone was quite arrogant.

Since the division of the practice system, the question of which is stronger or weaker, warriors or sorcerers, has always aroused debate among the world.

The martial artist said that the warlock is a villain who only knows how to shoot cold arrows from behind, and he cannot stand up to the stage.

The warlock said that the martial artist was a common man who only knew how to fight and kill, and he did not bother to associate with him.

The collision and friction between the two lasted for hundreds of thousands of years and lasted for a long time.

Even though today's human practice system has gradually improved, and the advantages and disadvantages of each system are known to the world, they can be chosen by practitioners.

But the overt and covert struggle between the two has never really stopped.

Among them, Leng Changkong had the strongest reaction, calling himself the debate representative of the Wufu side.

He has always looked down on warlocks, this is something everyone in the Prison Department knows.

Therefore, he and the white-clothed warlock Xinghun of Sanchi Pavilion never had any dealings with each other.

They don't like each other, and when they meet by chance, they get into a fight.

The people in the Prison Department have long been accustomed to this.

Li Sansi had been with him for so long, so he naturally knew King Bi's prejudice against warlocks.

He realized that he had made a mistake, and after a few words of hehe, he revealed the matter.

In the silence, the madam's extremely cold voice suddenly came from between the pavilions, "Qing'er grew up in the Qinhuai River since she was a child. She has been favored by this place, and her loyalty and filial piety have long been rooted in her bones. How could she do it because of this?"

A lustful and heartless guest betrayed me? Zhuo Qingming, you are too self-righteous!"

Everyone followed the sound and saw the old bustard slowly walking up to Qing'er who was holding the broken string. He stayed for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped her hard, and said in a cold voice, "Go to Butler Sun to receive your punishment this time."

I’ll lock you up for half a month first and give you a little punishment! If there’s another time, it won’t just be as simple as confinement, but you’ll be punished.”

Qing'er lowered her head, letting the blood from the corner of her mouth flow into the white space.

She responded softly, not daring to say more, put away the broken string, hugged the pipa tightly, and then retreated from the pavilion, passing through the crowd and drifting away.

From the beginning to the end, I didn't even look at the seventh-floor martial artist again.

As soon as that alluring charm disappeared from everyone's eyes, the Madam's eyes fell on Zhuo Qingming, "Are you going to capture it yourself, or are we going to do it?"

Although she was still charming and flirtatious, at this moment, everyone present saw only coldness and viciousness in her body.

Zhuo Qingming didn't say anything, he didn't bother to offend her at all.

Qing'er's action surprised him, but he didn't become angry.

Actors are ruthless, he understands this.

Fortunately, he never thought about having any relationship with Qing'er, so there was nothing to feel sad about.

Just like Qing'er said, he just wants to sleep with her, that's all.

Even if he was injured by her sneak attack, he never let go of this thought in his mind.

Instead, he became more eager.

The only difference is that after sleeping with her before, just pat her butt and leave.

In the future, when I am in a good mood, or if the experience is good, I may sleep there again.

But if he sleeps with her after that, he will kill her... The revenge of the sneak attack must always be avenged.

This is the pride and dignity of a warrior.

After waiting for half a breath, when Zhuo Qingming didn't reply, the madam became a little annoyed. She clapped her hands, and a figure appeared beside every window and door on the second floor.

At a glance, there were seven in total.

They should all be the top guards on this flower boat.

The leader was none other than the middle-aged man who made Lei Ye fearful.

It is not difficult to judge from the terrifying aura deliberately exuding from his body that he is also a martial artist who has climbed to the seventh floor.

As soon as the middle-aged man appeared on the stage, Mr. Lei, who was watching the show, subconsciously cleared his throat, as if to ease his sudden nervousness.

The other prostitutes all took a step back.

Looking at the situation on the field, a big battle is inevitable.

The battle between the warriors on the seventh floor is not something ordinary people can watch, and innocent people may be hurt if they don't do it.

It's better to avoid the sharp edge first.

The Madam also realized this, and she suddenly turned around, her expression that was already frozen melted instantly.

She raised her eyes and scanned the audience, and suddenly smiled a little coquettishly, "Young gentlemen! Dear gentlemen! I'm really sorry for disturbing everyone today... Give me some more time, and I will definitely find a few more girls when things are over here.

Accompany you."

After saying that, she quickly turned around and turned around faster than flipping through a book, "Do it!"

As soon as the order was given, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, his gentle eyes retreated indifferently, and was replaced by a strong domineering look.

The remaining six people lowered their hands at the same time, and the tyrannical power of martial arts boiled in their palms. In the blink of an eye, it swept into a heat wave, covering Zhuo Qingming who was standing alone in front of him.

At this critical moment of silence, the situation became increasingly tense, and the entire second floor was already filled with a sense of solemnity.

With one against seven, Zhuo Qingming seemed to have no chance of winning, but Wu Fu's domineering spirit kept him from showing any timidity.

With his terrifying cultivation at the peak of the seventh floor, even if he couldn't escape from the encirclement of seven people, he could still last for a long time.

And if the other party wants to seriously injure or even kill him, he must pay a huge price.

The way of martial arts is the purest and the most proud.

A hearty and thrilling battle is often more important than living!

With this thought in his mind, Zhuo Qingming slowly turned around and stared at the middle-aged man with a cold and determined gaze.

Among the seven guards, the middle-aged man posed the greatest threat to him.

If you want to find a chance to survive in this unfair battle, you must defeat it first.

It's hard!

But it’s also very challenging!

Zhuo Qingming gritted his teeth and kept his fighting spirit high!

In just a few moments, the battle will finally begin.

Leng Changkong was worried that his little brother would be accidentally injured, so he had already planned to take him to avoid the danger temporarily.

But at this moment, Jiang Ming, the only son of Jiang Ziyu, the Minister of Civil Affairs, and Bai Piaoyang, the eldest son of Bai Wanliang, the richest man in the Imperial City of Wei, stood up at the same time.

After the two stood up, they quickly walked to the court and temporarily stopped the upcoming battle with their bodies.

These two are both supreme members of the Qinhuai River. They always spend a lot of money to have fun here and are deeply loved by the madams and girls in the flower boat.

Seeing the two young masters getting up at the same time, the cold-faced Madam was startled. For fear of accidentally hurting them, she immediately ordered the Seven Guards to stop temporarily.

"You two gentlemen, please step back quickly! These fists and feet have no eyes, so don't hurt you!"

The madam rushed over in a hurry, looking anxious, pulling the two gods of wealth to retreat... Don't stand in the middle if you want to watch the show. If I accidentally kill you, there will be no chance of you two being taken advantage of on the Qinhuai River.

Come to pay for it?

Qin Ming waved away the folding fan in his hand, blocked the old bustard's extended hand, and said with a smile, "Mei Niang, we won't beat around the bush with you anymore. We have saved Zhuo Qingming. You ask your people to retreat."

Get off."

There was quite a bit of arrogance in his tone.
To be continued...