Reborn as a wolf

Chapter 96 Planning

Wei Yang had just scored twice on the two oirans of Taohualou, his body was already at the end of his strength, and he trembled a little while kneeling, but he only dared to try his best to stay still, for fear that if there was any movement, he would be mistaken for evil intentions.

Fortunately, Tang Hui has already smiled and said: "Wei Yang, I just told Miss Mudan that you and I have a good relationship. Although the loser in the bet last time had to kneel down to meet you, you don't have to be addicted to kneeling. Get up, I heard You are the number one high-roller here, aren't you afraid that you will be looked down upon by Taohualou in the future?"

Tang Hui, a bastard, doesn't blush when he tells a lie. This is clearly the first time they have met, so there's no such thing as a bet.

Mudan's sorrows and joys changed ups and downs today. According to her thinking, Wei Yang definitely couldn't lie there and pretend to be a dead dog because his legs suddenly became weak. It's hard to say if it's not Wei Yang's old friend, but his family background is definitely far better than Wei Yang's in Jingzhou City.

If it is a son of Gaoliang whose father's official rank is comparable to that of the prosperous dynasty, such as a dude in a nearby state or county, even if he is taught by Wei Yang that he will never forget it, he will definitely not be so low-spirited that he will be bowed to him when he meets him.

Could it be that one of the princes in the capital of the prosperous dynasty failed?

Peony is the little master, Qiangwei can hide and be dazed, but she can't, she hastily sorted out the clues in her mind, except that it was disrespectful to sit on the thigh of the pure white haired boy and grind his buttocks, the rest treat others Well, Peony is quite honest.

But after all, she is just a prostitute in Taohualou. Most of the officials' children become officials, and most of the generals' children and grandchildren join the army. If there are dragons and phoenixes, there will naturally be rats who dig burrows. There must still be cities, but they are definitely very few.

Tang Hui didn't put his mind on Wei Yang at all. The reason why he could remember this name was that the eldest son Wei had a not-so-cheesy father, Wei Hongwu, the lord of Jingzhou City.

Although Tang Hui was at the south gate of the Ye family gate, but the majestic spiritual consciousness covering the entire Jingzhou city, how could he not know about the fly battalion dogs of Wei Hongwu, the lord of Jingzhou city? Consciousness cannot pry into it.

Wei Yang had a quick mind, otherwise he would not have been able to take advantage of both black and white in Jingzhou City. He has done so many bad things that hurt nature and justice, and his head has long been taken by a chivalrous ranger.

Immediately, he knew in his heart that Tang Xianshi didn't want to reveal his identity, and it was the first time for a cultivator to visit a brothel, so he hurriedly got up, still solemnly clapping his sleeves and shaking his clothes, Tang Hui stood up, and made a gesture of drinking to Mudan. arm gesture.

There is wine in the house, but it is not suitable for serving Mr. Wei, so Mudan wants to go to the wine cellar to carry a few jars of wine that have been sealed for many years, but Tang Hui said that rice wine is fine, so don't bother.

Mudan was stunned, and didn't dare to question him, but she still subconsciously glanced at Wei Yang, which made Mr. Wei so annoyed that he couldn't help but slander that the young master was blind. Wasn't this a trap for him, so he lost his sharp eyes immediately In the past, let her be quiet.

Mudan also knew that she was accidentally adding to the snake, so she hurriedly lowered her eyebrows and left in a hurry.

Tang Hui waved to Wei Yang and said "sit".

Wei Yang shook his head obsequiously, and hurriedly said, "Standing is comfortable."

Tang Hui still carried a chair to Wei Yang, while he stood by the window.

Wei Yang sat down with a dry smile, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, and chanted all the bodhisattvas and immortals he knew. He only asked this Tang Xianshi not to be a gentleman before a soldier. A shrimp soldier and crab general who doesn't even have the strength of the third rank, isn't Master Tang Xian steamed if he wants to be steamed and braised in soy sauce?

Tang Hui leaned his elbows on the window rail and asked, "How is Uncle Wei?"

Wei Yang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, nodded and said, "It's okay, okay."

Tang Hui, who had always been kind to Wei Yang, thought about it for a while, and said with a smile, "I heard that there is an aide in your mansion who is an extremely capable cultivator. Tang wants to see him very much."

Wei Yang said embarrassingly: "Compared to Mr. Tang, it is naturally far behind. It is just a small role, not worth mentioning."

Tang Hui said with a half-smile: "That person's strength is not bad. If I'm not in the Ye family at the south gate, I'll kill more than 300 Ye family children who have only touched the threshold of the Qi training period. Melon and vegetables are average.”

Everyone's amiable rice wine is readily available in Jingzhou City, and Peony quickly brought four jugs. Tang Hui and Wei Yang naturally divided two jugs. on the table.

Wei Yang was dumbfounded. To be honest, he really didn't know the strength of this staff member. He only knew that his father Wei Hongwu hired a high-ranking person with a lot of money. He treated him very politely. He would enshrine several boys and girls every month to serve him. tall man.

It's just that the fate of these boys and girls was quite miserable. They were all sucked dry of Yuan Yin and Yuan Yang, and reduced to mummified corpses. It was obvious at a glance that they were practicing some kind of evil technique.

Wei Yang's ability to observe people's words and emotions is even more proficient than that of Peony. When Tang Xianshi talked about the staff in the house, his expression was half a smile, and it was not the kind of sneer that made others feel cold, but an attitude of indifference.

Wei Yang was a little unsure of Tang Xianshi's intentions. Since ancient times, righteousness and evil have always been incompatible. Demons and heretics have always been the mortal enemies of orthodox monks. The Ye family in the south gate naturally followed the path of orthodox monks. As an accomplice, could it be that the city lord's mansion is in danger?

Wei Yang just took a sip of wine to calm his shock. He never used to drink cheap rice wine, but drinking with Tang Xianshi, let alone green ants who barely drink it, even the dregs of wine can give rise to the pride of getting drunk. Seeing through this layer of stakes, he almost spit out a sip of wine.

Wei Yang hurriedly swallowed the strong wine ###, the wine drank down his stomach, but his heart was hung in his throat again, and he smiled carefully and said: "Mr. Tang, I really don't know about this matter."

Tang Hui nodded, as if he believed Wei Yang, and asked casually, "It's normal that you don't know. The remnants of the Netherworld Ghost Sect have always been good at hiding their tracks. Since the Ten Great Sects jointly wiped out the Netherworld Ghost Sect, The remnants of the Netherworld Ghost Sect are hiding in the various states and counties, waiting for the day when the Netherworld Ghost Sect is restored."

Wei Yang said sincerely: "Mr. Tang, for my father, every month, a boy and a girl born in the cloudy year, the moon, the cloudy day, and the cloudy day will be enshrined to the demon. Boys and girls who were born in cloudy days and nights, the demon Taoist recently paid attention to the Nanmen Ye family again."

Tang Hui sneered and said, "You're quite honest. I'm afraid your father visited the Ye Mansion a few days ago, not to persuade you, but to find out the truth. The blood of a cultivator is naturally much stronger than that of virgins." Now, and there are more than 300 monks in the Qi refining period, this remnant of the Netherworld Ghost Sect can't wait."

Peony, who heard every word in his ears, became more and more surprised.

Dare this white-headed son brother not be a certain prince from the prosperous dynasty?Coupled with the series of strange actions he had just entered the house, he recognized at a glance that the brass incense burner was something used by a cultivator. There is no doubt that this white-haired young man is the immortal master of the Nanmen Ye family!

Otherwise, how could he tell Wei Yang what to do?

The battle of spirits among the dandies is like fighting each other. The two gangs each ask for help, and the fight is dark. Cultivators, those are immortals flying around in the sky!

In the impression of Taohualou's small class leader, there has never been a cultivator who has visited a brothel. The white-headed son in front of him now, after Wei Yang's confirmation, is a real fairy flying around!Thinking of how skillfully she was grinding the immortal body with her buttocks just now, Peony felt that she was tainted with a sense of immortality.

Wei Yang's complexion was complicated. Could it be that Tang Xianshi meant that the battle between the Nanmen Ye family and the city lord's mansion was imminent. As the eldest son of the city lord's mansion, he would soon become the first victim?

In the eyes of a cultivator, the lives of mortals are worthless, how can he seize a chance?

Tang Hui didn't make a fool of himself, and directly stated his interests to Wei Yang, "Since this relationship has been broken, in order not to startle the snake, after you return to the mansion, closely monitor every move of that demon, and if there is any change , report to me at any time."

Wei Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master Tang, I wonder how sure you are against this monster?"

Speaking of this, Mr. Wei glanced at Peony with his ears pricked up, Tang Hui smiled and said: "Miss Peony, you and Qiangwei go to change for some fresh food. I hope you will keep your mouth shut about today's matter."

Mudan and Qiangwei nodded cautiously. This has already involved a catastrophe. The white-headed young man did not kill anyone, and he already had great compassion in his heart. If it were Mr. Wei who spoke, dead bodies must always be able to keep secrets better than living people.

Tang Hui raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said, "Tenth floor, not to mention a remnant of the Netherworld Ghost Sect in the middle stage of foundation establishment, there are ten, one hundred, it's just a matter of minutes."

Wei Yang drank the rice wine in his cup, and said, "Since Mr. Tang has such confidence, Wei Yang will naturally help him. But if the monster finds out, my life will be..."

Tang Hui played with the wine glass in his hand, raised his eyes slightly, tapped Wei Yang's brow casually, and said, "You don't need to worry about this, I have already imprinted on you, Tang will definitely protect you."

Only then did Wei Yang heave a sigh of relief, and he really felt a coolness between his brows, stood up and said, "It's likely that the night has many dreams, Wei Yang will return to the mansion, and monitor every move of the monster at all times. Don't know how to contact Mr. Tang?"

Tang Hui put down the wine glass he was playing with, smiled narrowly, and said, "Don't contact me, what you see is what I see."

Tang Hui had planted a trace of distraction in Wei Yang's body, but he didn't overwhelm Wei Yang's body and occupy Wei Yang's body. This is the shortcoming of not having spiritual power.

If the spiritual power is the same as before, it can be pushed flat, then so many plans are needed to deal with the remnants of the ghost sect of Huangquan in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

Of course, even if Tang Hui loses his spiritual power, he still has his own trump card, which is the tried and tested "spiritual thorn". It's just that the ghost of the ghost sect of the underworld, if he is prepared in advance and has a special magic weapon to protect his mind, Tang Hui will be able to use it. Can only play hand to hand.

Without spiritual power, spells cannot be cast at all!

Even the five-foot Longquan Sword in the Lingtai Sea of ​​Consciousness couldn't be sacrificed, and ordinary swords couldn't hurt the body of a cultivator at all.