The two 900-foot hibernating dragons, red dragons, yellow dragons, are worthy of being the most fierce creatures on land. After initial shock and fear, it is estimated that the golden dragon of the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts is just a virtual body. The two hibernating dragons pounced down ferociously, and the eight storm surrounding Chen Qingniu rushed head-on, and the two sides started an entanglement and fight.

The black clouds rolled, the purple thunder roared, and the sky and the earth shook.

Chen Qingniu, the man in the game, was blinded, covered in blood, but his mood was surprisingly peaceful.

In the sky, the golden dragon and the python were twisted and entangled with the red dragon. The two fairies tied the yellow pan's head and tail with long sleeves, imprisoning the two hibernating dragons, rocking and rolling, and roaring.

The golden armored immortal armored man had no expression, pulled open the red dragon's mouth with his big hand, and the other ink armored war god opened the yellow pan's mouth as if it were the same.

Finally, the great roc penetrated into the mouth of the dragon and penetrated through it in an instant.

The red dragons and yellow coils turned into ashes.

There were only two black beads left in the sky, one red and the other yellow, emitting a dazzling light.

The golden light of the eight tribes was dim and flew back to Chen Qingniu, with hands and feet, chest and back, Tianling veil, and heart hidden from Chen Qingniu's body from eight places.

Chen Qingniu, who was unaware of everything, stood there in a daze. The spring thunder gradually weakened and the black clouds dissipated. Half an hour later, Chen Qingniu, who had blinded his eyes, staggered back according to the same path of memory, and two hibernating dragon pearls floated in the air, following behind, and never leaving.

Chen Qingniu did not expect the old boatman to survive the catastrophe. He felt guilty. It was not very meaningful to come to the ferry. He just stood in front of Li Mugu’s tomb and did nothing. It was not Chen Qingniu’s style. He was not afraid of death, but he would never allow himself to wait for death. He would even take one or two people to take care of him. Even if he jumped into Shanghu, he would also have to travel back to Liangzhou City.

Standing at the ferry, Shanghu, which was almost overturned, had calmed down. The water surface was like a mirror, and there were no huge waves dozens of meters high. There were such waves in the inland lake, and no one believed it when it was heard. Without the ferry, Chen Qingniu didn't know how to return to Liangzhou City. Besides, he was blind. With Liulifang's usual shrewdness and snobbery, even if he went back, Liulifang would almost let him roll the bed and get out immediately.

Chen Qingniu was sad and did not know that there was indeed no old boatman or ferry at the ferry, but there was a majestic White Dragon Tower boat. The beautiful woman in the gorgeous clothes in the city on the boat was staring at him with a strange look. The white-haired groom stood beside the beautiful woman. Looking at Chen Qingniu, who was stained with blood at the ferry, he had a sense of fear for the first time, and his heart was unstable and irresistible.

The beautiful woman slowly walked off the dragon boat and walked to Chen Qingniu, who was half a head taller than him.

Chen Qingniu, who had noticed, raised his head and asked, "Who is it?"

The beautiful woman glanced at the two priceless Lizhu floating above Chen Qingniu's head, and smiled and said, "I am a member of the Fan family in Fengzhou. I have been operating Liulifang in Liangzhou for twenty years."

Chen Qingniu was stunned, three-pointed surprise and six-pointed humble, and a little suspicious. He was in a flash. He thought that Shanghu had almost finished the first few incense sticks. I am afraid that no one could survive the disaster. Is this Fan family, who claims to be the heroine of Liulifang, an immortal or a monster? The female leader of Liulifang, is the largest maid in Liangzhou, is indeed a woman in Fengzhou. Unlike the second and third-class brothels, the ordinary maid in Liulifang does not need to go on the battle in person. The taste of socializing is more important than the client who likes young women. The second-line red card Qingyin Xiao Wan'er in the shop is very arrogant, not to mention the courtesan Qin Xiangjun who dares to stop the general of Liangzhou outside the door. Of course, the Fan family who trained the courtesan and many red cards will only have a bigger aura.

Taking a step back, the woman in front of him is really the master of Liulifang where he is. Is she coming to the tomb of the top scholar because she has a marriage with the top scholar Jiang Zuo Li Mu, or is it another reason?

Seeing Chen Qingniu bent down slightly without any trace, he looked like a servant in a natural manner. The tall and beautiful woman gently curled her lips. The child was really cautious as usual. This behavior was completely inconsistent with the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth that had just arisen because of him.

The luxurious and beautiful woman said softly: "Little Aman, I'll give you a gift for meeting."

She stretched out a slender hand and used mysterious techniques to pull two spiritual pearls into Chen Qingniu's terrible eyes.

For some reason, Chen Qingniu had no feelings and was ignorant and unknown.

The beautiful woman smiled and said, "In this way, Chen Qingniu, you are really a man with a treasure. Don't sneak out of the Liulifang next time, as it will not be as comfortable as deducting wages and being whipped."

The tactful Chen Qingniu quickly said respectfully: "Master Xie Xie has been raising and cultivating great kindness for 16 years."

He was secretly happy. When he heard the meaning revealed by the lady's words, she had no idea of ​​killing the donkey for the time being.

The beautiful woman smiled slightly, disagreed and said softly: "Follow me on the boat, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time."

Since Chen Qingniu confirmed her identity, the beautiful woman naturally does not need to call herself a concubine. That would only make this little frog in the well feel unnecessary wary and speculation.

Chen Qingniu followed her light and graceful steps. The beautiful woman paused for a moment, took his hand, and led him onto the dragon boat. Chen Qingniu held the soft and soft horn, and his skin was as soft as a cream. He dared not cross it. He just held it lightly, and could still feel the warmth of touching the beautiful jade. Whether it was Shuyuan ladies or women with brothels, they were all white to cover up all the ugliness. Chen Qingniu thought that women with this kind of skin must have white skin. As for whether they were beautiful or not, they did not dare to imagine too much. After all, the owner of this slender hand was the owner of Liulifang. The arrogant and popular Qingyin Xiao Wan'er also wanted to walk on thin ice when she saw her.

Chen Qingniu was taken into a warm and comfortable room, sitting half of his butt on a chair, sitting upright.

Most of the powerful masters who have served in Liulifang for more than ten years are moody and have repeated gratitude and punishment. They like not to easily guess the thoughts, and are kind-hearted and black-bellied. Therefore, when facing the owner who can smell a unique fragrance not far away, Chen Qingniu dared not take it lightly at all.

The woman who held the power of nearly a thousand people in Liulifang said softly: "Di Chen Qing, do you have anything to ask?"

Chen Qingniu brewed his words.

But she was not a patient woman. She changed her question and said, "Do you see what happened?"

Chen Qingniu replied cautiously: "I heard only the thunder in front of the tomb of the top scholar, and then I was blinded for no reason."

Chen Qingniu could only explain it far-fetchedly as "no reason" and dared not talk nonsense, saying that he had fallen and was blinded by thorns. Chen Qingniu himself thought it was absurd, and of course he did not dare to show off in front of the tough and quick-minded owner.

The graceful and beautiful woman, who was most despised by the words "Mens" smiled. Without further investigation, she sat on the red sandalwood chair and looked at Shanghu outside the window with her eyes blurred.

There is no purple spring thunder in the world.

Chen Qingniu waited quietly for the following article.

After the beautiful woman came back to her senses, she looked at the blind boy covered in blood and said coldly: "Emperor Chen Qing, you were thrown at the door of Liulifang sixteen years ago and adopted by your wet nurse. At the age of five, she was alone again. The only person who could speak is Liu Qi. Liu Qi was a young man and had ambitions and ambitions. If you want to attract the attention of the squad, you would give him some advice. The roast duck paws that have been well-known in Liulifang over the years are all your ideas for Liu Qi. He was finally favored by Liu Hui's adopted son of Dahuang Sect, and became a eunuch party and had a greater future. At the age of seven, you will insult you.

The servant Wang Gun was stabbed to death in the stable. At the age of nine, he strangled Xiaomei, the maid who had owed your wet nurse, who had owed his revenge to his wives. At the age of twelve, he finally found the right opportunity and poisoned him to death on the mercury juice that gave Qingling Peony. After your wet nurse's grave was empty, he could not find half of the corpse, so he secretly ran to dig a tomb for her, with blood in her fingers. He returned to the yard, was caught and thirty whipped. In the past ten years, you have tried your best to collect some news from the Dong family in Liangzhou and wait for an opportunity to retaliate. If I am right, the object of revenge you are going to be Qingyin Xiao Wan'er and the capital city Qi Huangli."

Chen Qingniu had a cold sweat on his forehead, and he clenched his hands under the table, biting his lips, trying to keep calm.

The first-class martial artist Wang Qiong once said a very mysterious saying: There is no impeccable move in the world, and only if you don’t move can you be invincible. After Chen Qingniu chewed it carefully, he became his own thing and came to a very effective conclusion: if the enemy does not move, he cannot be killed with one blow, and I will not move.

So Chen Qingniu, who did not take him seriously, is still alive, while the strong man Wang Kun, who always likes to call him a bastard, died, leaving a cruel purple mark on the neck of his maid Xiaomei, and even the popular Qingling who has many maids and servants, is also broken in the hands of a twelve-year-old boy.

The beautiful woman said softly: "After exposing your background, if I were not the owner of Liulifang, but a person who didn't know the depth, Chen Qingdi, do you want me to die too?"

The beautiful woman with a voice that is even more natural than all the Qingyin singers in Liulifang, and her words were gentle and kind. When Chen Qingniu heard it, she was extremely cold and her body was cold. He lowered his head and said, "Madam, I am just a slave, I just want to eat and wear warmth."

She asked, "I'll ask you, Chen Qingniu. If you could walk into the Dong family compound and do whatever you want, what would you do?"

Chen Qingniu said without hesitation: "Kill them all."

The mysterious lady Fan seemed to hear the most interesting thing, and she smiled so hard that she trembled. Unfortunately, Chen Qingniu could not see the charm that countless men in Liangzhou had dreamed of. She stared at the handsome face of the young man in front of her and said softly: "Three days later, I will give you this opportunity, so don't be weak at that time."

Chen Qingniu raised his eyebrows, "Why not today?"

He learned the action of raising his eyebrows from the purple-shirted playboy surnamed Qi in the capital, which was very vivid.

She smiled without saying a word.

The dragon boat slowly sailed into the Huaihe River outside the main city of Liangzhou. Liulifang originally built several exquisite carving buildings in this area, but unfortunately it was destroyed by a storm without warning. All of them were clean. Along with the old-fashioned groom, the three of them got off the boat together. Mrs. Fan, who never showed up easily, sat Chen Qingniu into a luxurious carriage. The carriage was covered with several gorgeous carpets with complete white marten fur splicing, which was soft and charming. There were incense burners, incense scents, and a stack of lonely books. Chen Qingniu was covered with inappropriate fishy blood. As soon as he stepped into the carriage, he dyed the valuable white marten carpet red and sat in the corner with a little restrained attitude. The plump and beautiful lady Fan did not feel sorry for the precious marten fur at all, and said, "When you go back to Liulifang, when you feed your body, you go to Liuli courtyard and take care of a Qingling."

Chen Qingniu nodded.

He didn't ask too much about how a blind man would take care of others.

A person who is lonely and self-reliant at the age of six is ​​blind and is also confident that he can do a lot of things well. Besides, apart from a small courtyard in a private house, he has already reached the point where he can walk down from the entire Liulifang with his eyes closed.

In the night, Mrs. Fan entered Liulifang from the back door of Liulifang. In a secluded place, she put down Chen Qingniu, lifted the curtains, and looked at the back of the young man who was walking without any barriers. She thought.

The white-haired groom with a stiff expression on his face asked softly: "Madam, why do you need to take him to Dong's mansion three days later?"

Mrs. Fan put down the curtain and smiled and said, "Ambition is not the courage of ordinary men. If a man is angry, he may draw his sword to kill people on the spot. But if he is relieved, he may not be able to maintain the bloodiness of killing people. He will lose his energy again and again. I just want to see if this child can remain firm in three days. This time, what he wants to kill is not one person or two, nor is he a tragic maid who dies and no one cares about it. It will test his character even more."

The white-haired groom still had a stereotype and asked, "Has Madam decided to cultivate Emperor Chen Qing?"

Mrs. Fan, who is more charming than cardamom girl, leaned lazily on the goose-brown mat and smiled: "Bai Luo, where do you think this child can climb?"

The groom shook his head and said, "The little slave dares not guess."

She closed her eyes and murmured to herself: "The Purple Thunder Heavenly Tribulation, the Eight Heavenly Dragons, are such a gorgeous picture that only once in her life."

Chen Qingniu chose a remote path to walk towards the woodshed.

I was blind, but I felt like I had a clue.
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