If nothing unexpected happens, the courtesan should belong to this Li Shier Niang. Thinking of this, Yan Zheng's expression gradually became full of doubts. If he remembered correctly, the Li Shier Niang was the twelfth beauty who appeared on the show.

There are 16 beauties in total, and four are left without appearance.

The Lord of Penglai guided so many of them to gather in Qianjin Tower. He should not simply invite them to watch the erotic courtesan performance... As he had guessed before, the Qianjin Tower will eventually be in Qianjin Tower tonight.

Something happened.

The performance is almost over, and Yan Zheng has not seen any abnormal signs. There is still a sea of ​​joy in the hall. Lu Bu, who he is focusing on, has been sitting in his seat and drinking by himself, neither voting nor being the same.

The others communicated in the table, like a drinking machine without emotions.

The wine was poured into his stomach like boiled water, and his face had not changed from beginning to end. Yan Zheng couldn't count the waiter who had come up to change his pot of wine.

Everything seemed so calm and harmonious. The more peaceful the field was, the more uneasy Yan Zheng felt. He always felt that something bad would happen...

Just as Yan Zheng was full of doubts, the performance of the courtesan below was coming to an end, and only the last young lady was left.

The last lady who has not yet taken the stage is Ali who is worried about in Feng Xiao. As the pillar of the Qianjin Building, Ali is naturally qualified to be the last one to make the finale!

As the warm-up ceremony ended, the lights in Qianjin Building suddenly turned blood red! The contemplative Yan Zheng woke up in an instant.

"What's wrong, what happened!"

Hearing Yan Zheng’s panicked questioning, Feng Xiao explained with a smile: “Don’t worry, your Highness, nothing happened, it’s Ali’s coming!

Yan Zheng did not put his guard down at all because of Feng Xiao's words, and hesitated and looked at the crystal window. Red itself belongs to a relatively ambiguous color, such as some street-side hair washing rooms.

But at this moment, Yan Zheng's heart was not rippled. The red outside was too deep. I don't know if it was because of the crystal or the original color was too dark. The red outside was purple, and it was a bit like fresh blood slowly flowing down the window, and the blood overflowed.

The entire glass and purple-black windows have an indelible sense of heaviness.

Under this gloomy red light, everything became weird, and the scene was still in full swing. At this time, Yan Zheng looked at it again, like a group of people-eating monsters, laughing hideously, swallowing flesh and blood,

Hold a carnival meeting and create endless murders.

Yan Zheng frowned nervously, his eyes turned into the room, and the dim red light hit the faces of Ermo and the three of them, making the three of them intertwined with light and shadows, and the familiar blushing became weird and terrifying.

A red rain suddenly floated outside the window, as bright as a fingernail. Yan Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and the thing he was most worried about finally happened!

I don’t know what terrifying things will happen next in the Shura Blood Sea scene, is it a ghost? Or something else...

Yan Zheng thought worriedly, a red spot hanging on the crystal wall in front of him, Yan Zheng leaned over and took a closer look.

The petals then slid down and continued to float towards the ground.

"flower?"

Yan Zheng pondered in surprise and put his face on the crystal again. At this time, he saw a few petals falling on the hollow frame of the crystal glass. He wanted to open the window and take the petals in, but he was afraid of being the other people looking up at the sky.

I found out that I had to press my face tightly against the crystal glass anxiously, hoping to see clearly the petals belonging to the kind of flowers.

The dark red petals seem to be invisible in the dark red light. You can't see clearly what it is when you look at it, you can only vaguely see that the place where the petals fall is darker than the red in other places.

Too red and black...

Perhaps feeling Yan Zheng was a little nervous, Feng Xiao turned his head and grinned at Yan Zheng.

"Your Highness, these are petals, rose petals, Ali likes red flowers~"

Yan Zheng instantly showed a sudden enlightenment and raised his head to look at Feng Xiao. Feng Xiao's smile fell into Yan Zheng's eyes. The demon who had just eaten someone was laughing at him. The nervous Yan Zheng almost raised his hand.

Then I will continue to fight.

In the end, Yan Zheng held back and swallowed. Yan Zheng said hoarsely: "How to explain the red outside?"

Feng Xiao continued: "Ali prefers red~ Is this red bad? Auspicious, festive, passionate, happy..."

Yan Zheng rolled his eyes at Feng Xiao powerlessly. For Feng Xiao's devil-level suitor, it is delicious for the goddess to suck shit, let alone the goddess' preferences. Yan Zheng guessed that even if Ali likes stinky tofu

, Feng Xiao can also blow stinky tofu into fragrant tofu!

The rose petals rain continued for about a minute, and suddenly it rang out like a valley echoing, crisp as if the stream was hitting the cliffs of the valley.

Ah~Ah~Ah~Ah~Ah~Ah~

The sound is crisp and empty. Although there are no lyrics and just chanting softly, it makes people feel as if standing in the empty field and blowing the wind...

Feng Xiao's expression was even more excited, Yan Zheng couldn't help but mutter behind, "Listen until the end~ I have nothing~

Why are you so excited? It's not your wife..."

Just then, the flying fire meteor fell in the sky, causing the crowd below to scream, everyone scattered in panic, and more people crawled under the table, trying to avoid the rain of fire falling above their heads.

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Yan Zheng and others who were hanging in the private room were also shocked by the sudden appearance of flames. The four of them also showed a look of horror to varying degrees. Ermo subconsciously ran to Yan Zheng and prepared to escort Yan Zheng away.

Yan Zheng said with a normal expression: "Wait a minute, have you noticed that something is right in this flame?"

When Peng Ji heard this, he ran to the crystal glass with his little feet. He imitated Yan Zheng's appearance and put his face up. After observing for a moment, he asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Why didn't Peng Ji see it? Your Highness the Prince.

, Let's run quickly, and wait for the hanging loft to burn, we can't escape!"

Yan Zheng shook his head.

"The flame is falling too slowly. During the fall, it can burn a fist-sized flame. The flame core must be at least the size of a baby's fist to support such a large flame. The flame core of such a size is no matter what it is

What substance can make up? How can the falling speed be so slow! Unless the flame core density is relatively low, like cotton wool, it can maintain such a slow speed when it falls... But this density of flammable materials are not at all
Chapter completed!