Ancient Wu killer mixed city

12:00 midnight, backstage at the bar.

It was time to get off work, Wen Ling stared at the clock on the wall in a daze.

"Do you like that Lu Yu that much?" A thin girl with a blue afro was picking off her earrings.

"I don't know either." Wen Ling leaned on the sofa and looked at the various stickers on the ceiling.Something on her eyelashes made her uncomfortable.

"I really want to be fascinated by him." She smiled to herself.

"Awei said he seemed very dangerous, and told me not to get too close to him."

"It's better than your security boyfriend." Wen Ling turned her head and gave her a meaningful smile.

"I didn't mean that." The woman waved her hand, "He seems to have killed someone before."

"What's going on?" Wen Ling came to his senses, leaning on the armrests of the sofa with both hands, looking expectant. [

"I don't know the details. Awei just said that he was seriously injured when he first came here, and he saw a lot of dead people."

"No, this kind of thing will be in the newspapers."

"Then someone has to dare to report it."

"Did you forget the reporter who reported on the waste oil?"

"That's right." Wen Ling pouted, and pulled out the photos on the phone, "I think he's handsome no matter how you look at it, hehe~"

"Is there any other information?"

"No, I just know that he and Sister Fangqing live very harmoniously."

"Oh? How do you know~"

"Let me tell you, when we were doing things these days, he worked really hard, as if he had been stimulated by something." The woman covered half of her face with a magazine as she said. "You can't compete with a woman like Sister Fang, she is simply a..." Looking back to see that there was no one around, she whispered, "A fairy."

"I know, and I don't want to monopolize him. Such a powerful man, Sister Fang can't be satisfied by herself." She held the pillow in her arms, as if she was longing for something.

"What are you going to do? Are you serious?"

"Who knows." She put on a very sexy pose, "Tell me, will he be interested in me?"

Looking at her enchanting figure, the skinny woman couldn't help being jealous.

"If I were a man, I would have fallen under your little leather skirt." She sighed, and touched her leg ambiguously.

At the same time, a teenager with a hairstyle resembling Huang Xiaoming was sitting in the gorgeous private room of the Hancheng Hotel.This person has fair skin, slightly fat, and a pair of big eyes that can be called watery.His double eyelids look a bit exaggerated, as if made on purpose.The thin lips are sharp and angular, and the pomade on one end seems to have been carefully scratched. [

"Who told you about this." He tapped the tableware with his chopsticks, tilting his head as if thinking about something.

"I saw it with my own eyes".A thin boy sat obediently across from him.

"And, Xiaopang and Qi Wen both followed him."

"What is his origin?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of it before, and suddenly transferred to our class." The little monkey recalled the scene when Lu Yu first arrived.

"You go back first." He held a cigarette and leaned on the chair.

"Well, it's really annoying that something like this happened as soon as I came back." He hugged the girl sitting next to him.

The girl lay obediently on his denim bag, reached into his pocket, and took out an oppo lighter.

Pfft, the fire ignited.

"Angry?" She looked up at Chang Hongyu who was dressed in luxurious clothes.

"No." The man lifted a lock of her hair, and gently wrapped it around her index finger a few times.

"It would be great if she was as sensible as you."

"Are you going to do it?"

"I want to talk to her first."

In Hot Pot City, a man in a black shirt came over.

"Brother Biao, Brother Wen, let someone bring a message, don't do anything yet."

"Why!" Sang Biao, who was eating hot pot, was furious when he heard that, he waved his hand and smashed the plate on the table, causing the diners beside him to riot.

"Yesterday, Lao Zhang was planted. The whole person was nailed to a tree. It is suspected that there is a master."

"Dead?" Sang Biao rolled his eyes and asked

"No. It's just that he didn't say a word." The black shirt lowered his head.

"Grass" Sang Biao pursed his lips, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"Hey, did you throw it!!" A middle-aged man with condiments all over his suit came over angrily.Followed by two men and a woman.

"You fucking court death!" A young man with a square face stepped forward to give Sang Biao a hand.

"We can't finish today's matter!!!" The woman dressed in jewels behind the middle-aged man screamed, pointing at him as she spoke.

When Sang Biao saw it, he was very angry. Would anyone dare to step on Lao Tzu's head? !

"Grass", cursed in his mouth, picked up the wine glass like four people smashing it.

"You still dare to do it!" Seeing this, those few people were furious for a moment, and rushed towards Sang Biao's bald head.But there are too many seats in this hot pot restaurant, and the space feels cramped for a while.They were all stuck in the aisle under the hug.

"I'm stupid", the yellow hair and the red hair who had just finished using the toilet were talking and laughing with their cigarettes in their mouths, when they suddenly saw the boss being surrounded, they reached out and picked up two beer bottles from the table next to them, without hesitation The man turned away.

With two crisp sounds, the man fell to the ground with blood all over his face before he rushed to Sang Biao.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and those who were afraid of trouble hurriedly checked out and left, but those who had good things surrounded them all. This fine Chinese tradition is clearly visible at this moment.

"What's going on! What's going on!" Two security guards rushed up with electric batons and pushed the crowd away.

"Brother Biao, who is this?" The security manager bowed to Sang Biao.

"roll".Sang Biao turned his head and glared at him.

"Okay! Brother Biao is really a cheerful person!" The security manager laughed apologetically, and ran back to the stairs in desperation.But when he just ran downstairs, he seemed to feel very shameless, turned around and came up again, angrily shouting at the crowd watching: "What are you looking at! You are bleeding all over! If you have nothing to do, get out of here!"

"It seems to be the underworld. Look at those two thugs, they must be." An aunt who was watching said.

"Nonsense, the security guards don't dare to take care of it, it must be." A man with eyes in his 50s waved his hand.

After a short while, only the four of Sang Biao were left facing each other's family.

At this moment, the woman also lost the vigor she had just now, looking at Sang Biao tremblingly, still clutching her unconscious husband tightly.

"Grass mud horse!" The young man with a square face stepped forward and punched him. "Pop..." Huang Mao gave him a bottle of wine with an expression on his face.

"Cool?" He squinted his eyes and looked at the one that was about to fall.

"What do you want?" Sang Biao took a step forward towards the woman, and everyone backed away in shock. .

"Didn't you say you can't finish with me?" Sang Biao reached out and grabbed the woman's hair, looking at her face.Not bad, although the foundation is very thick.With high cheekbones, pointed chin and big eyes, she should be a very domineering character.What should I do if I meet a shrew?raped her.

Thinking of this, Sang Biao was so angry that he smiled, showing his yellow teeth.He stretched out his hand and threw the woman to the ground.He wobbled forward with short legs, spread his legs, and sat on the woman's chest.

"Are you cool?" He patted the woman's face.

are you moving?Huang Mao picked up another beer bottle and said to the only man standing.

The woman was overwhelmed.

"Brother, brother. I was wrong. I'll give you whatever you want, just leave us alone."

Snapped!A slap in the face made the woman cry.

"Brother Biao looks like someone short of money?!"

"Undress!"