Another trace of evil appeared in Tianlang's eyes: "This map of the hero gate has been in my heart. When I was free, I have been to their headquarters several times. Even I know where Zhan Mubai Pass is."

Yang Qionghua showed joy at first, raised her head and hit Tianlang's eyes full of *. She was shocked and immediately realized that the guy in front of her would not be so cheap. She tried her best to calm down her mood and asked, "Speak whatever you want, big men don't want to attract people to take the bait."

Tianlang smiled "hehe" and said, "This condition is very simple. You should sleep with me now. I will go to save your Ruyi Man early tomorrow morning."

This time, as Yang Qionghua expected, she no longer had the courage to refuse this time, suppressing the burning anger in her chest. Yang Qionghua's voice had no feelings: "Tianlang, I can promise you, but you have to swear to save Senior Brother Zhan, otherwise."

"Otherwise, you won't let me go even if you become a ghost, right? Women have just turned over and over, without any innovation! I, Tianlang, never swear, and I will not abide by it even if I give it. Heaven and Earth treat me unkindly, why should I be afraid of heaven and earth? My hands are already covered with blood. If the old man really opened his eyes, he would have thundered me. If I don't abide by this vow today, what can you do to me?"

Tianlang's eyes were full of ruffianism, which made Yang Qionghua feel disgusted and speechless.

"And you know best, but if I want to use force, you are already safe now, that is, I am in a good mood today and just want to make a deal with a woman before moving on."

"I have not taken over the years from the woman's entrustment. Today you come to your door and play with you. But I, Tianlang, promised you, and I will do my best. I cannot guarantee whether the result will satisfy you. If you are unwilling to trade, you can leave now."

Yang Qionghua gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I believe you!" After that, she looked straight ahead, and when she crossed the Tianlang, she didn't even look at him, and went straight to the second floor.

Tianlang followed Yang Qionghua and said to her: "The second room on the left."

Yang Qionghua pushed open the wooden door, and with a "creak", a musty smell came to her nose. She always loved to clean her. The strange smell made her frown slightly, and she slapped her nose with her hands in disgust, but she still walked in.

The Tianlang behind him started a fire and lit up the candlestick by the wall. Yang Qionghua found that there were no other decorations in the room, not even a window hole, only a dirt bed, covered with a dirty wool blanket, which had not been washed for a while.

Tianlang's tall body walked past Yang Qionghua, and his shoulders were just as flat as Yang Qionghua's willow eyebrows. He turned sideways, pointed to the blanket, and said, "Learn up."

Yang Qionghua's soul seemed to have flew out of her body. At the moment, she was just a walking corpse. Before she knew it, two lines of clear tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes again, and in front of her, she was filled with Zhan Mubai's handsome face. "Sorry, Senior Brother Zhan. Qionghua can only let you down in this life." A voice repeated in Yang Qionghua's heart.

Tianlang smiled and blew out the candlestick. As the door was closed, the last little light outside the room disappeared. Yang Qionghua lay flat like a dead person, waiting for the arrival of humiliation. In an instant, she actually thought that this place was so dirty, would it make her sick?

A foul stinking came and she penetrated into Yang Qionghua's nose. She didn't smell this smell often, but she could tell that it must be the smell of a man after taking off his shoes. She almost vomited when he was disgusted.

She regretted why she didn't let this damn Tianlang take a shower just now. The smell on this guy should be the same as those stinky wild beasts. Compared with Senior Brother Zhan, who always has a faint smell of powdery air on his body, it is really in the sky and the earth.

The expected big hand never touched him. Yang Qionghua lies in the dark for a long time, but suddenly became a little strange. The strong smell of sweat, wine and feet on the man beside him came in waves, but he kept lying quietly, doing nothing, and even his breathing seemed to have stopped.

Yang Qionghua couldn't figure out what Tianlang wanted to do, so she couldn't help but turn her head to look at Tianlang. Her eyesight was very good and could be seen clearly in the darkness. Now Tianlang, with his hands on the back of his head, his face still covered with a masked black cloth, and a pair of black and white eyes, like stars in the night sky, staring at the roof motionlessly, as if there was something on it.

Yang Qionghua waited like this for more than half an hour, and finally couldn't stand this terrible loneliness. She now understood the psychological state of those death row prisoners. The most difficult thing to resist was not the first stab when she went to the execution ground, but the restlessness when facing a terrible fate in the death row prisoner.

Yang Qionghua couldn't help but ask, "Tianlang, what are you doing, you didn't say, you didn't say..."

Tianlang's eyes didn't move for a moment, and his voice was like the ice on the Tianshan Mountains, with a bone-broken cold: "Don't bother me, I'm thinking about it!"

Time passed by minute by minute, but Yang Qionghua felt more and more murmur in her heart. The Tianlang was lying beside her, and more than two hours passed.

She remembered that it was You hour when she entered this inn. It took about an hour to fight and talk with Tianlang. It was about Xu hour when she entered this room. Now it should be at least midnight. There are still three hours left, and the sky should be bright. Tianlang didn't even look at him during this period. What exactly did he want to do?

During this period, Yang Qionghua wanted to turn her head around again countless times to see what the man around her was doing, but every time she had this idea, she would loudly remind herself in her heart: The man around her is a lewd, a scumbag who takes advantage of others' danger. As a famous chivalrous woman, how could she talk too much about such a shameless person?

Until now, the woman's innate curiosity finally defeated her reserve. She couldn't help but tilt her head, but saw that Tianlang's eyes had been closed, his breath was long and even, as if he had fallen asleep.

For the first time, Yang Qionghua looked at the man in front of her carefully. Her broad forehead, ink-like sword eyebrows, and a high nose bridge. Although the smell on her body made her unable to bear it, Yang Qionghua suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart: this is the real man in the martial arts world.

Yang Qionghua's hand reached out to the black scarf on Tianlang's face uncontrollably. She was a little curious about what kind of face it would be under this black scarf.
Chapter completed!