Shichuan Street in Jinchun City is not as wide as the streets in Yinqiu City, but it is more prosperous and settled than Yinqiu City.
Prosperity, whether it is Jinchun City or Yinqiu City.
It is already the twelfth lunar month, and both outsiders and people in Haizhou are busy celebrating the New Year.
All of them were dressed in brocade, satin, and gold and silver. Even ordinary servants didn't care if their clothes were dirty.
Bustling streets, various luxury cars and BMWs, and tall three-story buildings.
Baichuan Hotel is very dazzling on Shichuan Street, with beautiful lights on even before it gets dark. It is like heaven or earth.
There is a spacious space on the third floor.
There is a table in the middle, surrounded by people. Beautiful maids are blooming like flowers, and handsome boys are dotted among them.
The room is very warm and can make you sweat in the winter. The furnishings are indescribably luxurious.
There was a guest sitting at the table, a distinguished guest in his twenties, with a fat head. Even if he was wearing a purple robe, he was the grandson of a loser, not worse than a loser. The heat made him uncomfortable, and a group of people were still making trouble. If he wasn't such a loser
, the table has been turned over long ago!
The one who had the most fun in the group was not Mr. Wang and Sun.
They don't deserve it. They don't deserve to look like this. No matter how well they dress, they are just wealthy businessmen and inferior to others.
When they are proud, they lose that charm and appear to be naked and ugly.
A young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, very good-looking, better dressed, and with a loud voice: "I am a slave of a cheap man, and I am worthy of being snatched from you! Do whatever you want, he is so good-looking, he should serve the seventh master."
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The other one is really ugly, and he wears a nice red robe. He doesn't look like a good person, so he doesn't pretend to be a good person: "A slave should serve others. Isn't it a violation of the rules in the Yamen?"
Another shouted heartily: "Are you jealous? Zhizhou is quite optimistic about him."
Hongpao sighed and spat on the ground: "Zhizhou is a fart! Look, does he dare to fart?"
Hahahaha, shouting: "Master Qi is here, why don't Zhizhou obediently kneel down and call me Master?"
A group of people went to coax Master Meng Qi.
Ugly, vulgar, smelly, dragging, and a group of beauties who look like fairies.
Some dude didn't come forward. Instead, he went to the window, opened it, and looked down.
Someone shouted: "Are you here?"
A group of people gathered around Mr. Meng Qi, shouting: "The navy camp will not come so fast."
A group of people urged: "Go and see if the little slave is alright. Tell him to come and serve Master Qi quickly!"
Hahaha, shouting like thunder: "Why are you so anxious? Beauties are not allowed to dress up properly?"
The dude by the window suddenly froze.
His mind didn't respond, he just watched with his eyes: A horse was riding like it was coming from the sky! A man flew up from the horse, stepped on the eaves, and flew into his face. He was pushed and fell to the ground.
Before he could react, his eyes were looking at a lamp hanging on the eaves, which was knocked down in the corner.
Ancestor Yeman climbed in directly through the window. Fortunately, the eaves were beautiful and the windows were big enough.
The ancestor looked around the room.
Dazzling.
A large group of ugly people surrounded a good-for-nothing.
He and his group didn't even stop him when such a trash appeared in the Meng family.
A large group of people were playing and didn't notice anyone coming in, or didn't care.
A dandy saw it and shouted: "Little beauty."
Although the ancestor didn't dress up, his natural beauty was no worse than those beauties.
Ancestor Yeman went over, pulled out the sword belonging to one of the guards of the Meng family, and pierced an ugly face with the sword.
It's like a nail in the face, but it goes through the chin, the sword is drawn, and blood spatters.
A group of people finally cared.
The ancestor has no choice but to teach them a lesson, so he can only do this.
Let them calm down, then take a rope, throw it over Meng Qi's head, fall down, and just put it around his neck.
The ancestor pulled out the useless Meng Qi and slashed it with his sword.
Meng Qi's purple robe was cut open from the shoulders and the middle coat was cut off, revealing his white, tender and fat arms. The knife skills were excellent.
When the clothes fall down, Meng Qi's arms are still in the sleeveless shape, which is cool!
Scream!
Meng Qi screamed like a slaughtered pig.
Ancestor Yeman dragged him towards the stairs.
Her rope was very good, and one tug could basically strangle someone to death.
Meng Qi screamed, unable to understand anything. He didn't have enough brains, but his legs knew how to keep up.
Others screamed!
This place is full of people, and there are only a few around the ancestor.
These people all attacked the ancestor.
Those who react slowly don't understand, but they must take action; those who react quickly and fiercely will chop with a knife.
Ancestor Yeman had top-notch body skills and pulled Meng Qi to avoid the knife.
That knife killed others because there were so many people in this area.
Ancestor does not kill people casually. When she saw the exquisite and safe charcoal stove in the corner, she kicked it over.
There were so many people that no one noticed her feet. A group of people grabbed her randomly.
Meng Qi also wanted to catch him, but the ancestor slashed his claws with his sword.
Scream! Meng Qi's neck was strangled, and he was strangled when he screamed. The scene was dangerous, but the men didn't stop.
Ancestor Yeman didn't stop and dragged Meng Qi to the stairs.
A knife was slashed from behind. The ancestor dodged.
A dandy was squeezed over, stabbed, and screamed wildly.
Blood splattered.
It’s not that the ancestors cut a bloody path, it’s that these people didn’t give Meng Qi a way to survive.
Ancestor really wants to save this waste. Sometimes waste is more useful than smart people.
She dragged the waste downstairs to prevent him from falling on top of her.
At this time, the hotel was in chaos, and the luxurious stairs were full of people, allowing Meng Qi to go downstairs smoothly.
In the hotel, many people didn't know what was going on, and a group of people watched the excitement excitedly.
A large group of people are still actively killing their ancestors.
The ancestor pulled the rope to let Meng Qi escape, while wrapping the rope around his neck seven or eight times.
Those who wanted to cut the rope chopped the stairs into a mess with one knife after another.
So persistent, as long as the body is not alive, Meng Qi is not alive.
Meng Qi was so tragic that only one person in the world sympathized with him.
It's not easy for Yeman Ancestor. It's always troublesome to go downstairs among so much waste. There is always a lot of waste.
It's such a small distance from the third floor to the second floor, it's really a mess.
Ancestor Yeman still wanted to protect Meng Qi, and she was so hot that she was sweating all over.
After going downstairs, she added a sword.
A group of people from behind rushed down crazily, some jumped up and pounced on the ancestor.
Click!
Extreme chaos, the stairs collapsed!
There was a deviation in the pounce. Anyway, the waste rolled all over the floor, various accidental injuries, and no deaths yet.
The space on the second floor is not big and is completely occupied.
According to safety principles, Ancestor Yeman still had to drag Meng Qi to the ground on the first floor.
This building is too luxurious and there are many people at this time, even though it is not meal time.
Drinkers don’t care about time, even if it’s not dark yet it’s not night.
In short, they all caused great difficulties to the ancestors.
A large group of people came to block it again, pointing at the ancestor and yelling: "You, you, you are so presumptuous!"
The ancestor gave Meng Qi another sword, which was a necessary sacrifice.
Meng Qi rolled his eyes. No one cares about him. What's the point of living?
Another one came at the ancestor with a knife.
The ancestor pushed Meng Qi into a room.
Attack from behind.
The ancestor dragged Meng Qi and rolled him out of the window so that he could go faster.