Leng Rutong was like a soul-catching fairy in the dark night, walking gently and seductively into the middle of the ring. A pair of water-cut pupils swept over the men below the stage in a charming and intimidating manner. His arrogant attitude was like a supreme goddess looking down at the minister under her skirt.

Everyone's eyes were all on Leng Rutong at this moment. At this time, she was not a woman representing the brothel, but a soul-catching messenger who replaced the King of Hell to collect his soul.

The flowing water cloud gauze half-length sleeves were automatically exposed without wind, revealing the white snow arms as white as lotus roots. The black gauze could not cover the whiteness of her icy jade skin. Two large balls of pears were addicted to the cover of the black gauze, and the flat and smooth belly exposed her sexy belly.

The short skirt with a hip-length skirt was half hung on the slim waist, as if it was not there, as if it would fall down at any time, making people crazy and want to go up and pull off the small yellow gauze piece that was blocked.

With eyesight, you can see that this woman is not the same as the woman who performed in the last round. She has a noble temperament and is completely different from ordinary women. She does not look like someone who comes to them for their appreciation. Instead, it makes the people below feel that they are being stepped on by others.

These eyesight naturally include Ye Fengya and Ni Qianlong. When Ye Fengya saw the woman on the stage, Ye Fengya was puzzled in her heart, why did this woman's eyes look so similar to Tong'er's, but how could Tong'er have something to do with the brothel? 13acv.

Look at the woman's outfit, Ye Fengya's heart was full of anger. What she was wearing was better than not. He clenched his hands into fists, enduring the urge to pull her down. No matter whether the woman was a pupil or not, he would not dare to pull her. If she stopped her, she would only let her escape further.

Ye Fengya clenched her fists tightly and sat there like a needle and needle. How comfortable is Ni Qianlong? His pair of soul-stirring eyes that are like a deep pool are already on fire. He doesn't know why Leng Rutong is doing this. Could it be to anger Ye Fengya, so he deliberately shows it for him?

Leng Rutong glanced at Ni Xiangnuan beside Ye Fengya with charming eyes. Ni Xiangnuan also clearly felt his gaze, glared over with resentment, muttering: "What does this woman think of this princess?"

Ye Fengya's eyes became even colder when she heard this, and her heart became tense. Could Tong'er be revenge on him and choosing another imperial concubine?

It was said that it was a ring, but it was not high. Leng Rutong walked the three-meter-long stick in her hand through the wooden board and inserted it under the soil. She shook it hard. She felt it would not break, so she climbed up like a fairy. Her legs clamped the column, pressed her back with her body, grabbed the pillar with one hand, and spread it with the other hand, turned her head to face the audience below, curled up the corners of her mouth and smiled charmingly, and a black hair poured down like ink, like a black forging belt, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

As if it were the demon, the white flesh pendant on her chest was exposed because of the curve of her tilt back. The man below couldn't help but sucked in a deep breath, and then he felt like applause.

Leng Rutong's eyes shine brightly, she smiled in a seductive smile, holding the pillar with her hands, hooking one foot on the pillar, and opening the other foot. With force on her hands, she rotated on the pillar in a graceful arc. The slim gauze sleeves drifted lightly in the air, and the black hair like a ribbon was also rotating in a perfect arc in the air.

"Wow..." The men below unconsciously exclaimed. At this time, Leng Rutong was a peach blossom blooming in the dark night. The peach blossoms on the face of the human face were both full of emotions, and the lightness turned and charming.

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He should go up and take her away forcibly, but he dared not. In front of his pupils, he was just a timid man, a surrendered and cautious man. He was afraid that any time he would do his own way, causing her to leave, and he didn't want to experience the heart-wrenching feeling.

He dared not control her anymore, so he could only control himself.

Ni Qianlong looked at Ye Fengya without a trace. He was afraid that he would really kill all these people because he had the same thoughts in his heart, but he could control it, but Ye Fengya might not be able to do it.

"Shut up." Ni Qianlong roared coldly and majestic again: "Shut up if you want to survive." He even quietly shook his head to several princes, don't make any more noise. Ye Fengya first attacked them.

The audience calmed down again, Leng Rutong stood up straight on the stage, her eyes fluttering down at the people below the stage. She could feel Ye Fengya's hot eyes, but she just didn't give him a charity and a verge on the verge of her. He had his new imperial concubine, and she had her new world.

Leng Rutong suddenly burst out with a chuckle, her voice clear and melodious, just like a pure and flawless girl playing.

She walked forward with a few steps brightly and enchantingly, and smiled as she walked, "You really want to see my face?"

"Yes, I really want to be beautiful." The man in the audience was unable to care about Ni Qianlong's warning when he saw the beautiful fairy talking.

Leng Rutong raised her eyebrows and asked innocently: "If I were ugly, wouldn't it be dirty to you? And I'm afraid that the seat of the city master would have to be given up."

Ni Xiangnuan looked at the out-of-control Ye Fengya and her ninth brother, and she was in a sarcastic relationship. This charming woman was really capable. She stood up angrily: "A brothel woman is here to watch. What's the point of covering her face? She doesn't want to pretend to be noble and pure after she becomes a Fengchen?"

She looked at Ye Fengya quietly and found that Ye Fengya's gaze had never been removed since the woman appeared. The heat in her eyes made her extremely jealous. Such a hot gaze should belong to her.

Leng Rutong smiled softly, and laughter flowed in the night sky again: "Princess Thirteen, if you want me to tear off the veil, then you have to ask Jiu Qiansui next to you whether he agrees."

"No, absolutely not." Ni Qianlong answered without thinking.

Leng Rutong shrugged: "Princess Thirteen, look, I also admire Nengjiao. Jiu Qiansui, the largest master of Jiuweicheng, said he would not let him go. I dare not ignore him." Her words were plain and she had no intention of fear.

"Then is my words more effective than the Ninth Emperor's Brother?" A word suddenly appeared in the crowd. People turned their heads one after another, and saw a man in gorgeous clothes standing at the end of the crowd. His appearance and figure were of top quality, especially the face of Junlang, which was not as monstrous as Nine Thousand Years, but had a unique masculine flavor.

All the princes present were all the princes and grandsons who recognized him as the current emperor at a glance and knelt down one after another: "I pay homage to the emperor."

Only Ye Fengya and Leng Rutong were still standing there. Ye Fengya's eyes never moved away from Leng Rutong for a second. He had only one idea in his mind now, and he had to get some clothes to put on for her.
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