Opening Six Maids

"Called to Poor Dao?"

The drunk Taoist looked at Chu Ci suspiciously.

Chu Ci smiled and said, "Yes!"

"Doesn't the Daoist like to listen to Cangyu minor? Then I will spend the money to order girl Zhihui for one night, and let her stay with you for one night!"

"One night?" The drunk Taoist pondered for a moment and shook his head.

Chu Ci looked at the drunk Taoist in surprise, "Dao Master, you are so persistent, and one night is not enough?"

"What lasts?" The drunk Taoist looked at Chu Ci suspiciously, "It's the girl Zhihui's physical strength that can't hold on singing for an hour!"

"Pan Dao doesn't have a restorative talisman for her now!"

Well, Chuci is still too young!

Tuk! Tuk!

The compartment door was knocked.

Squeaky

The maid opened the door and walked in, followed by one of the twelve hairpins, Zhi Hui!

"Zhi Hui has met the guest officer, has seen..."

Zhi Hui bowed to Chu Ci and the drunk Taoist blessed body, and when he looked at the drunk Taoist, he couldn't help exclaiming, "Dao Master?!"

Just the moment he saw the drunk Taoist, Zhi Hui recognized the drunk Taoist.

Not because Zhi Hui has a good memory, but because the night three years ago was too unforgettable!

The drunk Taoist looked at Zhi Hui, stroked his beard and nodded with a smile, "Yes, not bad!"

"Three years have passed, and I still remember the poverty-stricken Dao, and it is worthwhile that the poverty-stricken Dao has guided you all night!"

When Zhi Hui heard it, he almost cried out of grievance.

How could Zhi Hui forget the Taoist in front of him?

The memory of that night is so deep that even now, the scene of that night is still vivid in Zhi Hui's mind.

If you can figure out the size of Zhi Hui's heart that night, I am afraid it will be infinite!

"Dao, why are you here again?"

Zhi Hui looked at the drunk Taoist with a professional smile on his face.

The drunk Taoist was obviously wrong, and said with a smile, "Girl Zhihui, don't be happy too early. It's not a poor Taoist who orders you today!"

"Huh..." Zhi Hui breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but open his mouth, "That's great!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhi Hui suddenly recovered, and hurriedly said to remedy, "Uh, concubine means that's a pity!"

"Dare to ask Dao Master, who ordered the order?"

The drunk Taoist pointed to Chu Ci who was drinking and watching the show and said, "This is this kid!"

Zhi Hui looked at Chu Ci, his eyes lit up suddenly.

"Concubine, thank you son for generosity!"

Generally speaking, most people who have the financial resources to get a list of twelve hairpins are wealthy landlords.

These people are all over half a hundred years old, wide and fat.

Occasionally, young customers are also the descendants of these wealthy landlords, all of whom cannot be lifted on their shoulders or hands. The driving experience is extremely poor!

Zhi Hui has been in the industry for many years, so he has ever seen such high-quality guests as Chuci?

The face is handsome and stylish, the body is strong and vigorous, and he is full of masculinity everywhere!

If it was him...

"Singing" last night not only did not lose money, but also made some money!

Thinking of this, Zhi Hui felt that her body temperature had begun to rise, and she was ready to warm up before driving.

"My son, shall we go to the box?"

Zhi Hui looked at Chu Ci expectantly, "Only the son and the concubine, let the concubine sing for the son!"

Hearing the words of Chu Ci waved his hand, said with a chuckle, "Girl Zhihui, it is not me who listens to you, but the Taoist master!"

As Chuci said, he raised his hand to the drunk Taoist aside.

"what?!"

Zhi Hui's rising body temperature dropped sharply, and the whole person was almost cold!

"Yes, but isn't the person who ordered the order?"

Chu Ci nodded and said with a smile, "I'm right who ordered, but I'm doing better for Dao!"

The drunk Taoist on the side stroked his beard and smiled, "The stinky boy knows that Pindao likes to listen to Cangyu minor, and it happens that the girl Zhihui is still in Miaoyinfang, so he ordered the girl's list."

Zhi Hui was stupid.

Blinking his eyes, he said with an embarrassed expression, "My son, can I sing for you?"

Zhi Hui was afraid that Chuci would not agree, and then added, "It's okay if you don't do anything else!"

"Hehe..." Chu Ci chuckled, holding up the wine glass and said, "Girl Zhihui, you can be with the Daoist tonight!"

After speaking, Chu Ci drank all the wine in the cup.

"Daoist, you live in Miaoyinfang tonight."

Chu Ci patted the drunk Taoist on the shoulder and said, "After three years, I have also heard whether the skills of the girl Zhihui have improved."

"This..." the drunk Taoist said with a beard, "What about you?"

Chu Ci smiled and said, "Of course I am going back to the inn."

"My guard is still waiting for me in the inn, I can't leave her alone in the inn, right?"

The drunk Taoist looked hesitantly and said, "Why don't you go back to the inn with you?"

"Don't bother me!" Chu Ci hurriedly stopped the drunk Taoist, "Uh, I mean the Taoist finally came to Miaoyinfang again, stay here and enjoy!"

The drunk Taoist stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "All right."

"Pan Dao is returning to the inn tomorrow morning."

Chu Ci smiled and said, "That's right!"

Chu Ci stood up, walked closer to Zhi Hui, blinked his eyes and whispered, "Girl Zhi Hui, ‘sing’ to the Daoist Chief!"

"Maybe the Dao Chief is happy, so he will give you all the things he has accumulated for decades!"

Zhi Hui was startled when he heard the words, and then his eyes lit up.

Saved for decades...

How much savings would that have to be!

It's done!

Zhi Hui looked at Chu Ci, blinked his eyes knowingly, and said excitedly, "Thank you, son Zhi Hui!"

"Tonight I will be satisfied with the chief commander!"

Chu Ci patted Zhi Hui on the shoulder, and encouraged, "Come on, I believe you!"

Leaving the drunk Taoist to challenge his weakness, Chu Ci left Miaoyinfang directly.

When Chuci returned to the inn, Leng Ruxue was already waiting for Chuci in the lobby of the inn.

"Go, go back to the room!"

Chuci greeted Leng Ruxue and returned to the guest room.

"Ruxue, have you finished inquiring about the news from the city guard?"

Chu Ci asked Leng Ruxue aloud.

"Um!"

Leng Ruxue nodded and said, "Master, Yang Qianli is really not kind!"

"I saw several night killers in Yang Qianli's mansion!"

"There are four of the most powerful killers, soul chasing arrows! Black Viper! Nether Shuangsha!"

A strange color flashed in Chu Ci's eyes, and he asked aloud, "How do the four of them compare to you?"

Leng Ruxue had already taken off the bronze Shura ghost face at this moment, and her glamorous and beautiful face showed a touch of pride.

"Even if the four of them add up, they are not my enemy!"

Chu Ci looked at the proud face of Leng Ruxue, and couldn't help but lifted up Leng Ruxue's chin slightly.

"It's still as good as snow in my house!"

Leng Ruxue heard that the cold color on Qiao's face faded, in exchange for a blush to spread.

"Ruxue, thank you for your praise!"

Chu Ci chuckled lightly and said, "What I said is not a compliment, but a fact!"

"In front of the leader of the assassination list, who would dare to call it a killer?!"