Men wear women, and Lu Ding is forced to marry

After just observing for a while, Chen Zhou knew that they would definitely not gain anything tonight.

What can three idiots accomplish when they get together?

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard increasingly louder voices coming from the stage. It turned out that the performance was about to begin.

Cen Jianshen glanced at him from a distance, then turned his head away: "Master, don't look at the stage."

Although Chen Zhou was her master, he was a man after all, and he did not receive sexual enlightenment as early as them.

It would be fine if the performance on stage was just about sex - but here it is clearly filled with violence, blood and desire.

A simple public performance cannot satisfy the audience. At least some blood must be seen to make the atmosphere lively.

The more perverted the method, the more it can arouse people's interest.

The old spectators were already getting excited, but the new spectators - the cultivators from the four major sects - were already vomiting in a very cowardly manner, leaning against the wall.

Ji Yunmeng's legs were trembling, and his face was pale: "Ugh... I won't watch it anymore, it's too disgusting... What kind of disgusting... fetish is this..."

I didn’t have time to watch it last time I came here, and I thought it was some kind of good show.

Even if it's not a good show, watching some pornographic pictures and live performances is much more normal than this...

What a pervert, Ji Yunmeng thought as she couldn't help but glance at the stage again.

vomit……

Forget it.

She felt like she didn't want to stay here at all and she desperately needed to breathe in the fresh spiritual energy from above the land.

She stretched out her hand and weakly tugged at the person next to her, her eyes revealing a strong and sincere plea: "Yuan Cheng... Daoyou Yuan?"

Yun Cheng turned around and reluctantly pulled her hand down: "If you can't do it, get out."

It's so hard to come here, and then go back without doing anything, wouldn't it be a waste of time?

It's just the structure of the human body. Even if every bone was broken and thrown in front of her, the disciples of Yaowang Sect would not be afraid.

Dugu Xi wanted to say something, but Yun Cheng looked at her viciously and said, "And you."

Dugu Xi: “…”

No, how can you, the disciples of Yaowang Sect, bear to see something so disgusting? !

Yun Cheng said: "Although it's disgusting... Actually-"

“…There is still a kind of violent beauty.”

She shook her head and showed a subtle expression: "Anyway, it looks good, but you can't appreciate it."

This kind of visual stimulation is greater than nausea, and what kind of nausea does it mean to a disciple who helps his master move corpses for research all day long.

The more perverted it is, the more fun it is to watch.

Ji Yunmeng was almost vomiting and fainting: "...I...I'm really worried about your future Taoist partner...ugh..."

A hazy white mist gushed out from both sides of the stands, and the psychedelic aroma quietly entered the body with the breath, and everyone's expressions became more fanatical.

Chen Zhou: "Let's go."

He couldn't stay here any longer. The smell would affect his furnace cauldron constitution.

Cen Jianshen turned his head and looked at the three disciples: "Where are they?"

Chen Zhou: "I can't die. I'll go first."

At most, she would be seduced into bed by the men here and have some money cheated out of her.

Now that they are adults, they should be more careful as society has given them experience.

They were about to leave in the original direction, but were stopped as soon as they stepped out of the stands.

The guard said expressionlessly: "Sorry, no one is allowed to enter or leave during the performance."

Ok?

Chen Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly.

Judging from the reactions of those disciples, it should be their first time to sit down and watch a performance.

This means that although they came in last time, they didn’t have time to take a look.

Under what circumstances would several disciples who were originally very excited to watch the performance lose interest in watching it?

Of course something had happened. They had discovered that the three male cultivators who were with them were missing, so in a panic several disciples were busy looking for them, and naturally they could not sit still.

In other words, people could enter and exit here freely some time ago.

Nowadays, the guards are so strict...

There are nearly ten visible guards, with some having different levels of cultivation, and there is no telling how many guards are guarding in the dark.

The masked man on the stands has a cultivation level above the Golden Core stage, but he may not be the real owner of this place.

And she just left, could it be that she was going to call for help?

"Master, what should I do?"

Chen Zhou said nothing.

In fact, earth-shaking changes were taking place in his body. The things that had been suppressed seemed to be stirring, so much so that he was now fully immersed in how to conceal this reaction.

What a hassle.

Going to some special occasions will induce the furnace to awaken.

Damn, is this a punishment for visiting a brothel?

In addition to the physical reaction, he seemed to have an additional function——

Cen Jianshen was standing next to him. Chen Zhou took a deep breath and started coughing.

What is this smell...I've never smelled anything like this before?

Is this the so-called pheromone in the ABO world?

? ?

He remembered that he traveled to a world where women were the supreme immortals, right? What kind of intrusion was this!

are you crazy.

Chen Zhou was already starting to feel dizzy. He held his breath and subconsciously covered his nose.

It smells so good, stop tempting him.

As a disciple, Cen Jianshen looked even more worried: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Zhou waved at her.

Stay away from him, or you'll feel even more dizzy.

Cen Jianshen, who had completely misunderstood, held his shoulders, fearing that he would fall.

Shen Zhou: “…”

In Cen Jianshen's sight, his master's face without glasses was completely exposed. His usually cold eyes were filled with water. His cheeks were a little red, and he was sweating all over. He looked very strange and forbearing.

She looks so beautiful and cute without any ritual implements.

I will definitely not be criticized if I report at this time.

Cen Jianshen's heart trembled, and then he smelled a very faint fragrance.

"It smells so good..." She rubbed the tip of her nose with a confused expression.

There is an urge to inhale.

She shuddered with fear and shook her head.

How bold! What a traitorous idea!

But Master looks really strange...

“Master, are you really alright? Don’t hold on. Although I am only at the Foundation Establishment stage, if it is for you, I can still fight against a Jindan cultivator!”

Cen Jianshen clenched his fists.

Shen Zhou: “…”

When I got back, I dug a hole and buried this apprentice.

He spoke slowly: "...It's okay, you can let go of your hand."

While they were talking, a few more people wanted to go out, but were stopped by the guards.

More and more people gathered at the exit, the noise became louder and louder, and soon someone started causing trouble.

Chen Zhou retreated a little without making a sound.

Don't come here.

I want to cover my nose again.

The Jindan cultivator had unsheathed the sword at her waist, but the person who provoked her was no pushover either. After just a short exchange of words, Chen Zhou had figured out what was going on.

The two people are of equal level, but the difference is that one of them has inhaled hallucinogenic drugs, so that her reaction, speed and accuracy are slightly weaker than that of a normal monk.

After two breaths, the two of them separated. The monk was knocked back by the guard's sword, spitting blood and almost falling to the ground.

There was silence for a moment, except for the rapid breathing of the two people.

Hey.

Hey.

The sound of very light footsteps, neither fast nor slow, was getting closer and closer in this suffocating and depressing atmosphere.

"Fighting is prohibited in Juqian Pavilion. Don't you want your lives?"

Her voice was not loud, and it came from far away, not quite real, but it gave me a sense of oppression for no reason.

The guard heard the voice and bowed respectfully to the visitor: "Sir."

The man was dressed in gorgeous clothes, holding a folding fan and wearing a mask on his face.

She found a seat, and the guard stood beside her at the right time, bowed down and listened to her instructions.

After a while, the guard stepped forward and said, "The master said that if you want to go out, you can."

"But there will be a competition. If you win, you can leave alive."