On the third floor of Rouge Pavilion, Zhao Qianshu looked at the half-covered beautiful girl on the bed. His eyes were full of desire, and he was humming a gangster song from the alley and whistling, so leisurely.
"Beauty, brother, today I will let you try what it means to be invincible and play songs every night. I guarantee you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow." After Zhao Qianshu finished speaking, he rubbed his hands and threw himself on the bed.
The bed creaked and collapsed, followed by the sound of the door being kicked down.
It was Gaoqiuqiu who led all his subordinates and looked at Zhao Qianshu who was in high spirits: "Hey, hey, you are quite good at playing."
Before Zhao Qianshu, who looked frightened, could react, the golf ball weighed two hundred kilograms and pressed down on him in an instant. Zhao Qianshu had no spiritual power and no cultivation, so how could he withstand such a weight.
Staggering and falling down, the beautiful lady on the bed looked at her and let out a scream.
Gao Qiuqiu kicked the nanmu chair next to him, grabbed Zhao Qianshu and said, "Grandson, weren't you very arrogant with your grandfather just now? Why don't you talk now."
Zhao Qianshu, who had been pampered since he was a child, had never been bullied like this before. Except for the last time when Wang Luo felt like the sky was about to fall, this time he was in a foreign country and felt even more unsure.
"Brothers are all our own people."
"Don't have anything to do with me. My father doesn't have an illegitimate son like you." Gao Qiuqiu slapped him over.
A snapping sound.
"Brother, I am Zhao Qianshu, the son of Zhao Fanshu in Wuling City. You can go and find out. Give me some face!"
After hearing this, Gao Qiuqiu looked at the entourage beside him: "Who is his father?"
"Master, tell me which city you are from, Little Potato."
"Come on, tell him, who is this young master's father?" Gao Qiuqiu snorted, raised his right foot and put it on the chair, looking majestic and high-spirited.
"Ahem, our young master is the only son of Mr. Gao, the guerrilla general of Chilin City. He is known as the Jade-faced Young Master, the Soccer King of Snake Head City, and the occupier of the Yang Kingdom Commander." One of the followers made gestures out of thin air, using a hand in the air.
He moved his arms in a big circle.
Zhao Qianshu was dumbfounded when he heard this long nickname. There are really mountains beyond the mountains, and there are people beyond the people.
"Take it away and find the other boy. If the fairy is warm in his bed now, I will make the entire Snakehead City sleepless tonight." After Gao Qiuqiu finished speaking, his face was full of anger, especially the scar on his face, which was extremely scary.
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The beautiful girl who was still on the bed watched everyone leave, put on her clothes and left quickly with tears on her face.
Gao Qiuqiu and his subordinates searched the entire Rouge Pavilion but could not find Wang Luo.
The old bustard was frightened and begged for mercy: "Master Gao, our shop is a small business, please take it easy. The young master you mentioned has indeed not seen anyone. Even the fairy has gone."
Gao Qiuqiu stared around Rouge Pavilion with his eyes wide open. He clenched his fists and swung them randomly out of thin air: "I'll hit your chest with a big fist."
"Take him away. I don't believe where that kid can go. If he is here, he will definitely come to us."
Gao Qiuqiu and others tied up Zhao Qianshu and took him away.
Heading straight towards a military camp outside the city, Gao Qiuqiu was very angry today, and the consequences would be serious.
Poor Zhao Qianshu was about to cry but had no tears. His throat was hoarse, but he still shouted: "Brother Luo, save me!"
"Boss, save me!"
"If you don't come, I will be tainted by others. I am your little brother."
Zhao Qianshu, who had never encountered such an experience in his life, regretted going out for the first time. He wanted to go back and persuade his father. Why did he give himself a name?
I haven't become a fucking moneymaker, but I've become a scapegoat.
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At this moment, Wang Luo was strolling back to the inn, leisurely and leisurely. He just sneezed a few times suddenly and pulled his clothes. It was not cold. What if the beauty hadn't missed him just now?
It's really hard to be a good person. You have to be responsible for saving women from good families. It's even harder to be a man. You can't be too free and handsome.
Wang Luo was very melancholy.
We went straight back to the inn and slept soundly.
The next day, Wang Luo found that Zhao Qianshu had not returned yet, and he cursed in his heart that this boy was too boring. How could one person monopolize the results?
Wang Luo was even a little envious, this boy's fighting ability was still good.
Wang Luo got up very early and started practicing in the inn yard for the first time. His purpose was only known to himself. How could it be possible to practice in one day if he had to fight every night? From today on, Wang Luo made up his mind to do it.
Be a healthy person!
On this day, Wang Luo led Zhu Yelang and Guan Ju to visit the entire Snake Head City.
Vendors come from all over the world, offering all kinds of goods.
Wang Luo gave Guan Ju a gift for the first time, which was a bouquet of ice-carved magnolias bought from a merchant from the north. It was said that they would not change all year round, no matter how hot it was, and it was very magical.
Guan Ju narrowed his eyes, unable to hide his inner happiness, and said cautiously: "Thank you, Wang Luo."
Wang Luo's heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, he felt a little flustered.
He shook his head hurriedly and said, "I have never bought anything for my cousin since I was a child. Besides, my cousin has been very kind to me since I was a child. Every year you try your best to buy me something."
Wang Luo's voice became softer as he spoke, and he stopped talking.
Guan Ju didn't answer and carefully put away the ice-carved magnolia.
Zhu Yelang didn't buy anything valuable. He just bought a small dagger in a small alley. It was very exquisite.
On this day, the days were very short, as if it was yesterday, and time flew by very quickly.
But it would be a big pain for Zhao Qianshu in the military camp on the outskirts of the city.
At this moment, Zhao Qianshu, who was tied up by Wuhua Da, had his mouth full of blood, and stared at the people in front of him: "My father is Zhao Fanshu, and he is very rich. Why don't you go and find out, and let me go, no matter how much money you have."
One of the soldiers looked at Gao Qiuqiu, who was sweating profusely: "Master, I've been waiting all day and all night, and the man hasn't come yet, why don't we let him go?"
Gao Qiuqiu kicked him on the butt: "Fuck you, uncle. If I don't kill that boy, it's hard to understand the hatred in my heart. Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day? How much money have I hidden in the treasury?
But there are no flowers left, and the fairy is gone."
After Gao Qiuqiu finished speaking, he wiped his eyes: "Whenever I think of the fairy in someone else's bed, my heart aches!"
"It hurts, do you know? Wuwuwu,,,,"
Gao Qiuqiu, filled with grief and anger, cried and picked up the whip on the side and hit Zhao Qianshu hard on the body.
Some people are crying in pain, and some are also crying in pain.
"Boss, Brother Luo, where are you? Please help me. It's too scary. I'm so scared, little brother!"