Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

The old bustard pushed away the client who was bargaining with her, twisted his waist and trotted to Qingyan, and said happily in an exaggerated voice: "Oh, this young master, this is the first time you have come to our Wangnvlou, what do you want? What kind of girl, I am not a mother, I am boasting, our Wangnvlou girls, Sai Diaochan, what kind of temperament do you want, gentle, charming, hot... we have everything you want."

The bustard finished speaking in one breath, without panting in between.

Da Da has exchanged him from head to toe to the folding fan in her hand for equivalent money since she saw Qing Yan at the first sight. A piece of jade pendant can buy them Wangchun Building.

The old bustard was elated, this is the God of Wealth, the super God of Wealth.

Even if he didn't bring any money with him today, leaving anything on his body would be a big profit for them at Wangchunlou.

Qingyan waved the folding fan, his eyes were higher than his head, and he looked like a dandy with his eyes higher than his head.

He said: "My young master, naturally I want the best."

Qingyan is no stranger to this kind of fireworks venue, and he has been around for many years. Although he hasn't been here for many years, once he enters the door, he can put on the suave and suave posture of the year.

In this place, you have to act aggressively, pretending to be very rich, and pretending to be very arrogant. The more you do this, the more polite these old bustards who know how to watch people order will be more polite to you, and they will not be those defective products. Shoddy.

The old bustard looked puzzled, "The best girl in our building is Ningyan girl, but she has customers now, see... can you change her."

Qing Yan looked at her with a sneer, and after shaking the old bustard's legs, she showed mercy and said, "Okay, call all your Qing servants over here."

"My lord, do you want the girls to drink and sing with you, or do you want to have a night?"

"I want to listen to the song. All the girls in the family can sing better than them, so it's naturally Bao Ye."

The old bustard was in a dilemma again, "My lord, but they are pure servants, they are performing arts but not themselves."

Qing Nightmare said contemptuously: "Master, you are playing sloppy eyes, the fireworks girl who sells laughter is not selling herself, what kind of jokes are you talking about?"

After finishing speaking, he threw a palm-sized box to the bustard. The box was made of expensive sandalwood, exquisitely carved, surrounded by gemstones, which can be described as ingenious. Fei.

The old bustard held the box and looked straight at it. This is the box. Wouldn't it be more valuable inside that box.

In fact, there is no such thing as a so-called Qingduan in the brothel. They have not been broken because the price offered by the benefactor is not enough to make the bustard feel that he can sell them for the first time.

In a word, as long as you have enough money, you can sleep in all the ladies.

The old bustard held his breath and opened the box. The moment the box was opened, white light shot out instantly.

The old bustard exclaimed: "Oh my God..." The old bustard's eyeballs were about to fall out, and she pressed the box while trembling with a snap, and quickly looked around. Seeing the people around her, they didn't seem to be too far away. Look, I hurriedly put the box into my arms.

Ye Mingzhu, the priceless luminous pearl, the luminous pearl that the emperor doesn't have a few.

The old bustard was trembling with excitement, she made a fortune, she really made a fortune.

This son is not the god of wealth, he is his own father, and his own father is not as close as he is.