"Hmph! You stinking bitch, you are talking nonsense!" The corn-eyed man felt that he had spent money but did not get the enjoyment he deserved. He was full of anger and had no place to vent. He stepped forward and slapped Xin Mo'er twice.
Feng Qingcang's beautiful eyes flickered, and a chopstick flew out from the table.
The corny man's hand was forced to stop when he was only five centimeters away from Xin Mo'er, because his outstretched palm was directly pierced by a chopstick.
Xin Moer looked at the bloodshot chopsticks that were only a millimeter away from her face with fear, and her voice was caught in her throat.
If...if this chopstick were deeper, wouldn't it mean that her face was pierced?
Although she doesn't care much about her appearance, what girl doesn't love beauty? I believe no girl is willing to go out to meet people with a hole in her face every day!
The corn-eyed man howled in pain and burst into tears. Most of the people present were second-generation officials, second-generation rich people, mostly playboys. There was no one with any martial arts skills, so I don’t know where these chopsticks came from.
When Fei Lai saw such a strange thing, they all retreated three meters away from Xin Moer.
On the other hand, the madam, who was heavily powdered and dressed up in a fancy dress, glanced at a private room on the second floor intentionally or unintentionally. When his eyes caught sight of the peerless face of a man in white, his vulgar face showed a moment of shock and confusion.
, her eyes became clear for a moment, as if the depths of her soul were separated from her current rich outfit.
He withdrew his gaze, looked at Xin Mo'er doubtfully, and quickly put on a philistine expression again, and said loudly, "Okay, let's take this girl down for now, and we'll train her some other time.
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"If you don't give me an explanation today, she won't be able to leave!" The man with the garlic nose rushed forward, looking like he wouldn't give up until he gave me an explanation.
The madam quickly took out the banknotes that he and the corn-eyed man had just given to her, and returned them all, "Today's matter is none of my fault, Mrs. Zhang's. This girl will not accept guests today. You two please come back!"
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"What! Do you look down on this little money?!" The garlic-nosed man snorted, threw all the banknotes into Zhang's mother's face, and said angrily, "Today, I have to choose her.
And I want to kill her in front of you people!"
The madam’s real name is Zhang, but no one knows her full name, so most people call her Mother Zhang.
Mother Zhang inadvertently glanced at the elegant man in white in the private room on the second floor, but exuded a cold evil aura. She had almost anticipated the fate of the man with the garlic nose.
Sure enough, in less than a minute, the man with the garlic nose died because a broken chopstick passed through his heart.
All the onlookers were so frightened that they took three steps back again and looked at Xin Moer in horror. Could it be that this young, seemingly harmless girl was capable of some magic?
When the corn-eyed man saw the garlic-nosed man dying, he even forgot about the pain in his hands and did not dare to stay here any longer. He hurriedly ran towards the door. Unexpectedly, before he could take a few steps, he ended up with the garlic-nosed man.
Just like that, he died.
At this moment, the crowd suddenly dispersed. The girls in Zuihong Mansion all hid in their rooms one by one, and all the prostitutes who came here to have fun also left Zuihong Mansion.
Xin Moerjuan's beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and doubts arose in her mind. Could there be an expert helping her secretly? Thinking of this possibility, the nervous mood just now eased a lot.
A young waiter ran to Zhang's mother's side and whispered a few words in her ear.
I saw Zhang's mother's facial expression changing several times from fear, to shock, to disbelief.
He looked deeply at Xin Mo'er, pointed at her, and gave the order, "Tie her up, press her to the case, beat her up! Then lock her up." Then he hurriedly left.
Top ten boards?
Xin Moer took a breath, luckily it didn't kill her.
It's just that if these ten big blows are continued, her pink little butt will probably not be able to sit on a chair for three days. She will have to lie on the bed and rest for a week to avoid leaving scars...