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Chapter 35 [I have nothing to do, go to the brothel]

In the rain curtain, everything is like a moment of youth, standing still for an instant.

Only the sound of wind and rain remains.

More than [-] men in black were killed, and the blood flowed along the rain to where it could flow.

Not long after, the ground was scarlet.

The smell of blood is a bit pungent.

Because those corpses have been torn and chewed by the pack of wolves.

Just now, behind Fan Zui, a black shadow flew out of the poisonous mist, and those wild wolves immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to move or even turning around to run away.

Twenty aftertaste men in black were killed by this man.

At this time, Fan Zui looked at this person seriously.

The skin is not dark, but a little pale, which may be related to not seeing the sun all year round.

His pupils were blood red, exactly the same as when the wild wolf went crazy.

The clothes all over his body were tattered, even more tattered than a beggar.

Those tattered marks were not damaged naturally, but were torn apart by sharp claws.

On the skin, faintly visible, with many scars.

In his hand, he held a machete.

It's just that after eight years, this hatchet knife has been seriously worn out.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that it's still sharp.

Just now, it was this hatchet that flew out, spun in the air, and cut off the heads of more than twenty people.

"Wu San sees the young master!"

The visitor knelt on one knee and lowered his head slightly.

The machete was stuck in the ground.

Now, he is finally qualified to call "Young Master".

Fan Zui stepped forward, helped him up, and said, "It's good to see you again."

As the words fell, a broken knife suddenly appeared in his hand, and with a slight shock, the tombstone that hadn't had time to engrave it just now exploded invisible.

He handed over the broken knife in his hand, and said: "I have always been short of someone holding a knife by my side. From now on, this knife will be carried by you with you wherever you are."

"Yes!"

The man's hair was disheveled, and lice could even be seen in it. He took the broken knife, looked at it carefully, and kept saying, "Good knife, good knife..."

He picked up the machete he had just used, collided with the broken knife, and slashed.

With a sound of "Dang", the kitchen knife broke into two pieces, and the ports were neatly arranged, which was very smooth.

"My lord, does this knife have a name?"

"Good knife."

"Ok?"

Afterwards, Fan Zui took Wu San to a stream outside the city and washed up.

Now it's full of people.

One holds a knife and the other holds a sword.

It's just that he really didn't understand Wu San's martial arts.

The moves are simple, ferocious, ruthless and deadly.

This may be related to his living environment.

Turning around and looking in the direction of Wild Wolf Valley, it is difficult for an ordinary person to survive in such a place for eight years.

However, Wu San did it.

Not only that, he not only survived, but also successfully subdued the wild wolves and all the wild wolves for his use.

Just now, the moment Wu San opened his mouth, he couldn't speak smoothly.

It seemed that he hadn't spoken for many years, but now he suddenly spoke, a little rusty and not smooth.

Danzhou.

Spring Flower Building.

Two figures walked here.

As soon as I approached here, I smelled a smell of rouge, light, rich, and so on.

The laughter of Yingying and Yanyan kept coming from my ears.

"Sir, this..."

The swordsman who had already washed up and put on a green suit looked at his young master, a little confused.

Fan Zui glanced at him, and said solemnly: "Wild Wolf Valley for eight years, it must have suffocated you, look, my lord, I sympathize with Dali, I will bring you to such a good place as soon as I leave the mountain.

I can tell you, normally, I would never come to this kind of place.

Today is an exception for you. "

"Thank you, my lord!" Wu San was holding a saber on his back, showing gratitude on his face.

"Well, as long as you know it, if someone asks you when you go out, don't say that I brought you here. It will ruin my innocent reputation."

"Yes." The taciturn swordsman agreed solemnly.

"Hey, Mr. Fan, you haven't come to our Chunhua Building for a long time, Chunhua has been thinking about you all the time, and you don't think about eating and drinking."

At this time, an old bustard came up, waved the silk scarf lightly in his hand, passed over the tip of Fan Zui's nose, leaving behind a scent.

Fan Zui hurriedly dodged, then played with her half-opened upside-down V-shirt, stuffed a bag of silver, and said:

"Give me this brother, find someone who can move, he is still a baby, you understand?"

The old bustard took out the bag of silver from his chest, felt the heavy feeling, immediately beamed with joy, and said in a whiny voice:

"Young master, please this way, I will arrange it right away."

Fan Zui glanced at Wu San's puzzled eyes, and said:

"Don't look at me like that, every guest who comes here will say, you haven't come for a long time.

I am a decent person, how could I come to this kind of place normally. "

Wu San nodded and followed the bustard.

Not long after he left, behind him, two girls from Chunhualou laughed softly, looked at Fan Zui, said something, and then they came over.

"General Fan, you are really cruel. You haven't seen the sisters for so long."

While talking, the two leaned on Fan Zui.

Fan Zui dodged without showing a trace, and said, "Take me to see Chunhua."

Chunhua Building, Chunhua is the oiran here.

"General Fan is so cruel. Every time he comes, he only wants sister Chunhua, regardless of our sister's feelings."

Intentionally or not, the two took advantage of Fan Zui.

At this moment, one person said in a low voice, "General, we don't charge money for paying back."

Fan Zui smiled without saying a word, and went upstairs by himself.

Behind them, the two women looked at each other, smiled helplessly, turned and left.

Fan Zui went upstairs, only two steps away, and suddenly stopped, without showing any signs, without showing any signs, and picked up a money bag on the ground, tried the weight, and smiled with satisfaction.

Recently, more and more money has been picked up.

How could he be ashamed to pick up money while visiting brothels?

Chunhua is a talented woman who plays piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Chunhualou has been kept open because of her reputation.

Entering the house, a woman was dressing up, saw someone coming from the mirror, and got up hurriedly.

"My lord, why did you come in person?"

The woman didn't have time to continue dressing up, so she hurriedly stood up and poured tea.

The body is covered in red clothes, and under the slender jade neck, there is a smear of creamy white jade, half-covered, with a plain waist and a tight grip.

A pair of well-proportioned jade-like legs are exposed, and even the beautiful and petite lotus feet are silently enchanting, sending out a seductive invitation.

Every time he sees her, Fan Zui sighs, the woman's attire is undoubtedly extremely criminal.

Fan Zui took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and asked straight to the point:
"Is there any news recently that I need to know?"

The woman seemed to be right from the bottom of her heart. The young man in front of her was a little scared, so she sat down on the opposite side and said:

"News came from Northern Qi that the list and ledger of the second prince's smuggling with Northern Qi have been obtained and will be delivered in a few days.

Also, news came from Kyoto that the eldest princess secretly sent someone to convey the news and wanted to contact you. "

Fan Zui glanced at her, and the woman hastily added, "It's not about contacting the Raksha Temple, but about contacting the general."

Fan Zui tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, lost in thought.

The woman sat aside, just quietly watching his side face, not daring to disturb him.

(End of this chapter)