The Beating Daily of the Little Hierarch

Luo Bei used his fastest acupuncture technique, first immobilized the other three girls, and then lifted the old bustard's collar to take them away and change to another place to have a good communication.

"It is said that your Yinghuan Pavilion is the largest brothel in Gusu."

"Yes Yes……"

The old bustard has also seen the world, after all, people in the Jianghu also want to vent their desires, but she has never seen someone fix three people so quickly, and snatch her away without disturbing anyone.

She was really afraid, so she didn't judge people by their appearance, and answered Luo Bei's questions tremblingly, which could barely be regarded as a good time for the host and guest.

After inquiring about what he wanted to know, Luo Bei patted his ass and left without taking a cloud. Of course, before leaving, he grabbed a few peanuts and relieved the acupuncture points of the three women.

Luo Bei had almost inquired here, so he went back to their painting boat first. Seeing Mu Yanqiu who had been waiting for a long time, Luo Bei raised his eyebrows. After all, he was worried that the partition wall had ears, so they only exchanged glances, but they were not here. discuss.

Coming here, it is impossible to go back home without choosing the oiran, that is too eye-catching, so Mu Yanqiu waited until the oiran was chosen even if he was impatient.

This choice of oiran is different from buying a first night, just to appreciate talent and beauty, it can be regarded as elegant, otherwise Mu Yanqiu, no matter whether he attracts attention or not, he will definitely turn around and leave.

The selection of the oiran began. First, some well-known prostitutes came to the Yinghuan Pavilion to play, play, play and sing, and then the official selection of the oiran took place.

Of course, the selection of the oiran is not just one vote per person, the one with the highest vote is the oiran, but various talent shows are selected from various aspects.It would be a waste of time and money to choose the oiran for such a painting boat, and it is impossible for the organizer, Yinghuan Pavilion, to do it for nothing just to hold an oiran, so they proposed the following plan-everyone has a rose in hand, and each rose counts as one vote. For a certain woman, you can vote for the other party with jade, gold and silver, and the value of jade, gold and silver will be judged by professionals, and the standard is that one tael of silver is worth one rose.

Luo Bei originally only planned to watch the excitement, but he didn't expect that the woman named Qiushui he met before was also one of the popular candidates. She has excellent talent and appearance, but she might win the position of oiran. It's just that Miss Xia is passionate, has a bright smile, and plays the piano lightly. Compared with the other women who are mostly gentle and charming, she is like a clear stream, very dominant!

Perhaps it was because of the woman's gentleness and understanding, or the name of the same Qiushui, the little leader Luo Bei who was not short of money generously rewarded her with a piece of black jade, and the jade worth thousands of dollars seemed to the little leader It's just a stone, if it can make this girl the oiran, it can be regarded as playing a little bit of its due value.

Mu Yanqiu, who had a panoramic view of Luo Bei's every move, remained unchanged, only a little darkness appeared in his eyes.

"Mu Yanqiu, who do you think this oiran is in the end?" Luo Bei, who helped the little girl, was in a very good mood, laughing and laughing.

Mu Yanqiu's expression was indifferent, and his tone was polite and alienated, "No one will know until the result comes out."

Luo Bei frowned, suppressed his excited smile, and looked back at Mu Yanqiu. Why did Mu Yanqiu speak to him in such a tone? What's wrong with him? !

The words blurted out, but Mu Yanqiu regretted it after he finished speaking. No matter how angry he was with a fool, he might die of anger, and the other party would be indifferent and think that he was retribution.

Mu Yanqiu was discouraged at once, and the things he investigated could no longer distract him.

In the bustling selection of oirans, their boat was eerily quiet, and even the noise became the background sound.

After a long silence, it was Luo Bei who spoke first, "You are so disgusting."

Luo Bei's voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself. His voice was originally higher than that of ordinary men, but his voice was extremely melancholy, deep and depressed with a hint of darkness. dumb.

Luo Bei leaned on the railing with both hands, looking at the painting boat in the Yinghuan Pavilion, as if admiring a beauty, but his eyes were empty, with a bit of sadness.

Mu Yanqiu raised his right hand and moved his fingers slightly, trying to comfort the young man from behind, but that hand stopped when there was still a short distance away, and let it go.

The other party is the little leader of the Demon Cult, the next leader. The congregation only know that the other party should be strong, should be superior in martial arts, and should fulfill the duties of the leader, but they forgot that this is still a 17-year-old boy.

Since he was 12 years old, he has competed with himself every year. Every time he loses terribly, but he will continue in the next year. However, even in such an environment, the opponent can still laugh and laugh all day long. He didn't get depressed because of this. Everyone Everyone thinks it should be, because he is the next leader of Biquan Sect, but the self-esteem of young people is sometimes far stronger than that of adults, who would have thought that this young man would be sad?

"I'm sorry." Mu Yanqiu whispered.

I'm sorry, I took away the brilliance that belongs to you.

I'm sorry I made you a laughing stock.

I have my helplessness, you have your pride and indulgence, in fact, we are not fellow travelers, it is just my wishful thinking to like you.

You don't need to respond, you don't need to entangle, if I have to die, I will die by your sword.