Doom: Liver experience from hunting

Chapter 342

The ship boss was newly buried, and Tang Wen stood at the door hesitantly.

After all, I am a city lord with a bottom line!

Isn't this not good?

This gang leader is a decent person!

What's more, there are so many people here.

Lao Li, the acting leader of the Boat Gang, saw Tang Wen's hesitation and understood it after thinking about it carefully.

So he sent a message and said: "City Lord, please come here."

He pointed to another adjacent yard.

Although it is only separated by a wall from Mrs. Zhao's house.

But after all, they are not one family.

Tang Wen nodded and gave Lao Li an approving look.

The other courtyard is not too refined, but is more simple.

Behind the simple and grand entrance wall is a garden. What is grown in the garden are fruits and vegetables instead of flowers.

But it's winter now, and there's no greenery except for a few pine trees. The stone floor was clean and tidy, with no loose soil at all. It was obvious from a glance that the servants were hard-working people.

"master!"

"Lord City Lord!"

Seeing Tang Wen, the guard at the door knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully.

It's because Tang Wen has great rules, but it's the fact that ordinary people in Qianshan City have always saluted like this when meeting the city lord.

"Get up!"

"The master has returned home!"

"Master is back!"

After passing through the front yard and walking into the central hall, a pair of women with similar looks hurriedly came out to greet him.

Tang Wen smiled. The two women, one around thirty and the other around sixteen, called Lao Li "Master" together.

Haha, what kind of combat power does this old boy in his seventies or eighties have? He is on the same level as this city lord.

Footsteps came in a hurry, and six green people filed out of the back house.

Tang Wen's eyes flashed with surprise: six women with two faces.

Two pairs of triplets.

Gan!

This bitch like Lao Li has triplets, even this city lord doesn’t have them...

"I've met the master."

Gang leader Li Dai waved his hand, came close to Tang Wen and said in a normal tone: "Lord City Lord, hehe, these six beauties have practiced a strange skill since they were young, called [Mind Intersection]."

Tang Wen did not hide his slight envy: "This technique sounds so damn unorthodox as soon as I hear it."

"Hey, sir, you are smart." Lao Li winked and said, "They are sisters from the same mother. After practicing this technique, the three of them will have telepathy with each other. Tsk tsk."

"Gan!" Tang Wen gestured to him with his middle finger.

Lao Li was not annoyed but happy: Sure enough, talking about this kind of thing between men can quickly bring them closer to each other.

Turning around, I saw several women looking at Tang Wen with red faces.

Lao Li coughed and introduced loudly: "This is Mr. Tang Wen, the Lord of Ganshan City! Because of the promotion of the City Lord, your master and I are now the temporary leader of the Boat Gang."

The girls' eyes widened. They had heard of Tang Wen's name for a long time, and they had secretly guessed it just now.

They looked at each other, lifted up their long skirts, knelt down gently, and said in a delicate voice: "I have met the Lord of the City! Congratulations on your promotion!"

"Get up."

"Haha, bring up all my treasured immortal drunken wine and prepare some good dishes."

Walking into the back room, Tang Wen took the main seat.

The chair was covered with snow-white fur, and warmth and softness came through the clothes.

This is the fur of a sixth-grade snow rat, with long, white hair and a soft texture.

In the mountain city, it can be considered a luxury product.

Among the mother and daughter, the young mother moved a footstool, knelt on the carpet, took off Tang Wen's boots and placed them on the small stool.

The daughter lit the stove on the other side.

"Sir, City Lord, sit down for a moment. I'll go and come back. You can use the things inside and outside the house as you please."

After saying that, he hurried out and went to the former gang leader's house next door.

And when they heard his words, "You can use whatever you want inside or outside the house," the pupils of both the two women who were kneeling to serve him and the two sets of triplets who came in with food boxes and wine vessels shrank.

Tang Wen smiled: "This is Lao Li. I'll tell him later, okay, just go down when the wine is warm."

The girls are coquettish, you look at me, I look at you.

I wanted to stay, but I was embarrassed.

But seeing that Tang Wen no longer looked at him, he had no choice but to hold back his disappointment. After warming the wine and serving dishes, he left the room.

Lao Li slipped back in less than a quarter of an hour. When he saw that there was no one waiting in the empty room, he immediately frowned and opened his mouth to curse.

Tang Wen said: "Okay, I will take over this yard and house, and you can take your people back."

"Hehe, that's fine." Lao Li sat down and drank a glass of hot wine: "Your Majesty, City Lord"

"No outsiders, please call me Young Master."

Gang Leader Li's eyes lit up: "Then I'll ask you to call me Young Master."

The two of them chatted for a while. Seeing that Tang Wen didn't seem to be interested, Lao Li quickly said: "To be honest with you, I'm still looking for some suitable women over there. It won't take half a month to fill up this small courtyard." .”

"You," Tang Wen smiled: "You don't want to keep your good self, do you?"

"How can I do that, young master? Of course I will choose you first."

"You better be!"

The two of them had a few drinks and heard footsteps.

Tang Wen's ears twitched, and there came three women, all of whom were in extraordinary realms.

"Master, I have something to do over there, please stay with me, stay with me."

After saying that, Lao Li drank another drink, stood up and left.

Three women wrapped in white entered the door one after another.

"The widow Lin Zhao has met the Lord of the City."

The woman's attire is different from that of the day. Under the white cloak, she wears a curvaceous tight-fitting cheongsam with slits reaching to her thighs.

As for the other two women, one is slender and the other is bulging. They don't look like maids. They are dressed very normally, just in white. There was still some dust on his pants, and he looked like he had just come out of the mourning hall.

Mrs. Zhao only bowed Yingying, then stood up and came to Tang Wen's side. When she saw that the wine in his glass was gone, she immediately filled it up.

The two women were a bit reserved and seemed to not serve others very much. They were hesitant and didn't know what to do.

"You guys go inside and take a look and tidy up." After saying that, Mrs. Zhao seemed to be transmitting something again. The two women lowered their heads, glanced at Tang Wen secretly, and walked into the inner room.

The earth dragon is burning in the house and the temperature is very pleasant.

After pouring the wine, Mrs. Zhao gently took off her snow-white cloak, revealing her enchanting gourd-shaped figure.

She picked up Tang Wen's wine glass and said, "I have been reckless during the day, so I would like to offer you a drink."

"Ahem, why is this wine so drunk by gods? It's too strong, I don't dare to drink anymore."

As he spoke, he filled another cup, held it in his mouth, and moved forward with his rosy pink lips.

Seeing that her eyes were like water and there was no trace of reluctance in her expression, Tang Wen was not polite. Zhi~

Lips parted, Mrs. Zhao's face turned red: "With wine but no music, why don't I arrange for them to sing a song?"

"Alright."

The two women packed up the bed and walked out holding Pipa and Yaoqin.

The piano and the harp played harmoniously, and I opened my voice softly:

"Your kindness will not be exhausted in this life, I hope you will be reborn as spring mud in the future..."

Tang Wen put his hand on Mrs. Zhao's waist, and her snake-like waist visibly stiffened.

He immediately took his hand back. Are you kidding me? No matter how beautiful the country is, as long as you don’t want to, how can I touch you?

Mrs. Zhao was shocked. Regardless of whether her two daughters-in-law were watching, she immediately took Tang Wen's hand and put it around her waist.

She immediately squeezed in and sat next to Tang Wen, both of them sitting on the same chair.

The position was a bit crowded, so she had to lift one leg and put it on Tang Wen's lap.

The white and silky cheongsam slipped down, revealing her smooth long legs.

Her thighs are round, her calves are slender, and under her feet are a pair of white boots.

Mrs. Zhao put Tang Wen's other hand on her leg, turned her head and looked at him with affectionate eyes: "Master, are these two daughters-in-law singing well?"

Ok?

Tang Wen raised his eyebrows lightly and called him a good guy in his heart.

It's not that I, the city lord, can't stand the test, it's just that Mrs. Zhao is too bad.

What should this city lord do?

The two women below obviously didn't expect to be called out directly, and their faces turned red.

"Yes, it has some flavor." Tang Wen's hand slid down from his waist and touched the moon.

Mrs. Zhao was slightly shocked, her eyes were angry, and she gently pushed her chest with her hands: "Master, this is not the kind of person I want."

Tang Wen smiled: "If Madam hadn't been wearing pants, I would have almost believed it."

"Bah. I'm obviously wearing it." As he said that, he gently pulled the cheongsam, revealing a large piece of white greasy at the slit, and above it, a thin black ribbon.

Tang Wen was surprised: Are you wearing this kind of clothes when you are keeping vigil?

Surprised by the difference, he twisted the ribbon with his hand and pulled it gently, pulling out a piece of soft cloth.

Mrs. Zhao, who had extraordinary strength, seemed to have just come to her senses. She covered her waist and let out a soft cry, burying her head in his arms, as if she was ashamed to see others.

Putting the warm cloth aside, Tang Wen chuckled: "What's on your mind, madam?"

The boss of the ship has recently died, and Mrs. Zhao can't wait to sacrifice herself. She must have felt some kind of threat.

Mrs. Zhao did not expect Tang Wen to ask these questions now. Although it was the first time for her to do this, she also knew that in this kind of thing, shouldn't she be the first to offer benefits, and then the man would help her settle the matter?

The matter was indeed urgent, but she thought about it and still didn't say anything now: "It's just a small matter at home, but it's only a matter of a word from the master. It's better to save it for tomorrow, so as not to spoil the mood of the master."

Tang Wen looked at her without speaking.

Mrs. Zhao had no choice but to say: "My family has been married to that damn ghost for a year. Although they are the main wife, they have nothing to do. No, the man here just died, and his ex-wife who was divorced came to the door with her five sons. How pitiful. The slave family is lonely. If no one makes decisions for the slave family, the slave family will live on the streets..."

Naturally, Tang Wen would not be put in a bad mood by this kind of thing, so he ate wine and drank tea as if it were a meal.

Seeing that he was interested in listening, Mrs. Zhao explained in more detail.

"As the saying goes, if the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, none of his five sons are good. Not to mention eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, bullying men and dominating women, when he returned home, he stole from his aunt and messed up the house."

Tang Wen listened with great interest: "Tell me more about this paragraph."

Mrs. Zhao spat and leaned over: "How can a woman from the slave family talk about such a thing?"

Snapped!

After patting the moon, Tang Wen smiled and said, "What's wrong with you? Aren't these words coming from you women?"

Mrs. Zhao blushed and held down his mischievous hand: "Master's hand is a little cold. Please warm it up."

A few buttons were unbuttoned, and a golden peony was embroidered on the black coat.

Mrs. Zhao's figure was so proud that Tang Wenyi's whole palm was warmed, but it was inconvenient to drink and drink tea like this.

As a person who was serving, Mrs. Zhao immediately discovered this and turned around to say something to the two girls who were playing and singing.

The two young ladies put down their instruments, lowered their heads and stepped forward slowly, at a speed of only ten centimeters per second.

Tang Wen glanced at the two women, lowered his head to feel the tenderness in his arms, and patted her gently a few times: "Madam, there is no need to force me. I don't like to force others to do anything."

Mrs. Zhao's expression changed suddenly, she glared at the two daughters-in-law fiercely, and said with a snort: "Master, you can tell at first glance that you are not from the Fengyuechang. Don't be deceived by these two charming girls.

Their man disappears every day. When the two of them hug each other in the middle of the night to keep each other warm, your name is always on their lips. Your portrait is always in the notebook they often read. "

The little faces of the two girls who had just calmed down suddenly turned red.

After being exposed, the two young wives were so embarrassed that they didn't know what to do. They felt like smoke was rising from their heads.

Tang Wen laughed heartily, but Mrs. Zhao did not let them go, and continued: "I don't know what I know. One time, Xiaorou on the left drank too much and shouted that she wanted to play a tune for you! She said that she would make it unforgettable for you. , can’t live without her anymore.”

"Mother, please. Save some face for your wife!" Xiaorou covered her face, the tips of her ears turned red.

"Ha! Let's see if you dare to be serious in the future, little hooves, why don't you kneel down here!"

"Hahaha..." Tang Wen couldn't stop laughing, holding Mrs. Zhao's face and taking the initiative to kiss her.

Mrs. Zhao became even more enthusiastic: "I don't know, sir, but this little hoof has a unique skill."

"Mom, please stop talking. I will show you to the young master right now." After saying that, Xiaorou removed the hand covering her face, opened her red lips, and stuck out her long tongue.

The tip of the tongue is extremely slender and elongated.

Then, she gently licked the tip of her nose.

Tang Wen's eyes lit up and he leaned back slightly: "It's really a unique skill."

Xiaorou was secretly happy, and quickly stepped forward, her legs fell softly on the carpet at her feet, she pulled up her long hair and snuggled up.

"hiss--"

Tang Wen held the cantaloupe in his arms, let out a sigh of relief, and looked at the other little daughter-in-law who was still standing stupidly.

"What's your name?"

"Back to the young master, my name is Xu Ling'er."

Mrs. Zhao glanced at Xu Ling'er's big cantaloupe, then she breathed softly into her ear: "Master, this little hoof has nothing special about it, so ignore her."

Xu Ling'er immediately raised her chest and raised her head, and directly compared Mrs. Zhao: "Mother is bullying, why does Ling'er have no strengths?"

"Ha! Heifer!" Mrs. Zhao laughed and scolded: "Why don't you make milk tea for the young master you talk about in your dreams?"

"Oh?" Tang Wen: "It seems that the two young ladies have their own strengths."

He lowered his head, kissed her soft lips, and said with a wicked smile: "I don't know, Madam?"

"Puch!"

"The master doesn't know something, madam, uh!" Xiaorou raised her head in the middle of a busy schedule, but was pushed down by Mrs. Zhao.

Mrs. Zhao gave Xu Ling'er another warning look, lowered her head and hummed: "My name is Master Gongzi, what should you call me?"

Xiaorou's eyes widened and she didn't dare to refute.

Tang Wen looked at the dispute between the three women with a smile. Over there, Xu Ling'er made milk tea and carefully brought it to his lips.

She was afraid that the tea would get cold, but before she had time to fasten her clothes, a little white light was revealed, making half of the room a little brighter.

After picking up the white fragrant tea and drinking it in one gulp, Tang Wen couldn't help it anymore: "Are you cold?"

Mrs. Zhao bit her finger and chuckled: "My slave has been cold for a long time, but I still know how to care for you."

snort!

Tang Wen picked her up and entered the back room!

Women are extremely gentle and obedient.

The next day, people who came to mourn the former leader of the Boat Gang found out in the morning.

Mrs. Zhao and her two daughters-in-law seemed to have been exhausted from crying last night. They knelt on the ground and trembled, unable to stand up.

"My condolences, madam. It's better to eat some porridge and have a good rest."

Mrs. Zhao trembled slightly and nodded in agreement: Rest? How to rest?

How come the body and bones of that city lord are stronger than those of the fifth grade, and he has no mercy at all!

(End of this chapter)