Yan Sen sighed and opened his mouth to help his brother Yan Luo out of trouble.

He took out a low-grade spiritual stone, handed it to the female cultivator who was pestering Yama, and asked with a smile.

"Don't you know the names of your two sisters?"

The female cultivator's eyes shone brightly, she took the low-grade spirit stone with a smile, pointed at herself and said with a sweet smile: "My name is Chuntao!"

As she said that, she pointed at the nun next to Yan Sen and said with a smile: "That sister is Xia He!"

When Yan Sen heard this, his eyes flashed with strange light.

Chuntao, Xiahe?

The four major flower owners of Baihualou?

With their status, do they need to go to the gate to greet guests in person?

Perhaps, they were not here to welcome guests, but came specifically for me and Yama.

Yan Sen's mind was spinning, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he said with a smile.

"Chun Tao, Xia He, great names! The names of these two young ladies are as beautiful as their people!"

This sentence seemed to make the two nuns very happy. They covered their mouths and smiled coquettishly.

After smiling, Chuntao stared at Yan Sen with burning eyes, and there seemed to be a different kind of look in her beautiful eyes.

There was spring in the corners of her eyes, a half-smile but not a smile, and she said cheerfully: "Uncle, you don't look like guests who come to Baihua House to have fun. I wonder why you two are here?"

Yan Sen's heart skipped a beat. Oops, he was seen through!

Yan Sen has a steady mind. He quickly calmed down, smiled, and said calmly: "Young lady, you have good eyesight! We two brothers have indeed never been to an entertainment venue. This time, it is also to let my brother experience it.

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Chun Tao's beautiful eyes rolled around, she chuckled twice, and a pair of jade arms, as soft as boneless, wrapped around Yama again.

The two of them were almost touching each other. The peach blossoms were as delicate as flowers and were right in front of their eyes. The fragrance of women, like orchids and musk deer, sprayed on Yama's face.

Yama was suddenly at a loss and was so frightened that he just wanted to run away.

What is this?

Visit an entertainment venue?

Mother once said that men who visit entertainment venues are not serious men!

Yama felt sad in his heart, Mom, I am no longer a serious man!

Chuntao's beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and she seemed to find it more and more interesting, and she wrapped her arms around Yama even tighter.

Feeling the extremely soft touch, poor Yama's nostrils spurted blood again.

Yan Sen turned his head and couldn't bear to look directly.

Poor brother, just sacrifice yourself for the boss's plan!

Yan Sen was holding Xia He in his arms at the moment, letting the other person's soft little hands caress his generous chest. There was no wave in his heart, and he was silently thinking about the current situation.

It was obvious that Baihualou was already wary of them, otherwise it would not have sent two of the four flower owners to contact them.

At this point, how can we break the deadlock and get in touch with the oiran of Baihua House, Hong Peony?

Yan Sen was at a loss what to do and had a headache.

At this moment, there was a noise from the next table.

Yan Xiaojia, wearing a neat and solemn official uniform of the execution hall, sat at the next table with Da Ma Jin Dao, and several disciples of the execution hall stood behind him.

I saw him frowning, looking upright, and unceremoniously pushed away the nun who was leaning on him.

The force was so fierce that the female cultivator lost her balance for a moment and fell to the ground. The glass of wine she was holding spilled on her face. Her makeup was soaked and she looked extremely embarrassed.

Despite this, Yan Xiaojia still had a cold expression on his face, without the slightest hint of pity or pity.

He stared at the young lady coldly, "I'm here to handle the case, not to drink wine. Put away your silly behavior."

With that said, Yan Xiaojia slapped the table, stood up proudly, raised his eyebrows coldly, and said loudly: "Recently, many Qingxi Mountain handyman disciples have disappeared for no reason, and all the clues found in our torture hall ultimately point to Baihua Tower.

"

Yan Xiaojia's eyes were focused, sharp as a sword, and quite a bit like Han Qianxi's aura.

"Let the oiran of Baihua House, Hong Peony, come out and come with us!"

After Yan Xiaojia finished speaking, several Xingtang disciples behind him took a step forward with awe-inspiring force.

The originally noisy Baihua Building suddenly fell silent, and everyone was silent, not daring to take a breath.

The execution hall represents authority and power, who dares to contradict them!

Yan Sen frowned slightly, why were the people from the execution hall also involved? If Red Peony was taken away by them today, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky if he wanted to get close to Red Peony and investigate the clues about Little Golden Lotus!

At this moment, a lazy, yet endlessly arrogant and unruly voice sounded.

"The torture hall's dog is still so arrogant!"

Dare you call the disciples of the Punishment Hall dogs? Be brave!

The punishment hall disciples behind Yan Xiaojia were furious and glared at the owner of the voice fiercely.

"Be bold!"

"Asshole!"

"court death!"

But when they saw the man's appearance clearly, they all gasped, like a group of ducks that had been suddenly strangled by the neck. All the sounds suddenly stopped and they did not dare to speak anymore.

Not far away, Wang Jingze was seen sitting in front of the wine table, hugging a beautiful female nun.

Two beautiful female nuns, with charming smiles, took turns feeding him wine and grapes.

Wang Jingze squinted his eyes, enjoying the warm fragrant nephrite while glaring at the punishment hall disciples arrogantly.

The punishment hall disciples dared to get angry but did not dare to speak out. They felt extremely aggrieved.

If it were an ordinary monk, the disciples of the Punishment Hall would not care. They would have rushed up to him, casually charged him with "colluding with evil cult demons", captured him, and thrown him into the Hell of Water, Fire, and Heaven.

This kind of person's death in the hell of water, fire and heaven will be in vain.

Who dared him to get into trouble with the people in the torture hall without knowing life and death?

It’s not like the disciples of the Punishment Hall have never done this kind of thing before.

But now, even with all their courage, they don't dare to have such thoughts!

Who is on the opposite side? The second generation ancestor ranked second in Qingxi Mountain Blessed Land!

Wang Jingze’s father, Wang Lingjun, is the enshrined elder of Qingxi Mountain Blessed Land.

The enshrined elder has a respected position and great authority. As long as he wants to, Wang Lingjun is even qualified to interfere in the internal affairs of the execution hall, while the nine deacons and elders can only stand aside and stare!

How dare the disciples of the Punishment Hall dare to provoke such a person?

Yan Xiaojia's face was gloomy and he looked at Wang Jingze coldly.

"Young Master Wang, our punishment hall disciples are ordered to handle the case, please don't mess around!"

Frankly speaking, Yan Xiaojia doesn't like Wang Jingze very much.

Even if Wang Jingze's father is a worship elder, Wang Jingze himself is also a second-generation disciple.

But so what?

Wang Jingze's Taoist cultivation level, like that of his third-generation disciple Yan Xiaojia, is only at the early stage of foundation building.

In terms of real combat power, Yan Xiaojia followed the path of sword cultivation and attacked fiercely. Wang Jingze was no match for him.

Seemingly feeling the contempt in Yan Xiaojia's eyes, Wang Jingze flew into a rage, pushed the two female cultivators away from him, rushed to Yan Xiaojia fiercely, pointed at his nose, and scolded him angrily.

"I was ordered to handle the case? Let me go! Do you have any evidence, and you just come to arrest someone? When did the torture hall become so arrogant? You don't even have any evidence, so you can rush to the door to arrest someone, shouting and killing?"

Wang Jingze made wild remarks and sprayed Yan Xiaojia's face with saliva.

"Could it be that last time Yun Zhong severely ruined the reputation of your punishment hall, didn't your punishment hall still behave?"

Yan Xiaojia was able to endure what Wang Jingze said in front of him, just as if the second generation ancestor was farting.

However, when Wang Jingze mentioned that Yun Zhong had ruined Xingtang's face, Yan Xiaojia couldn't bear it anymore.

The dragon has reverse scales, if you touch it you will die!

Yun Zhong, in Yan Xiaojia's heart, is the number one enemy of the execution hall!

Now that Wang Jingze mentioned it in public, he undoubtedly slapped Xingtang hard in the face again.

It is tolerable, but what is intolerable!
Chapter completed!