Reborn: Revenge of the Concubine’s Daughter

[Chapter 8 Volume 8]

Chapter 345 Chapter 339

He Danggui opened her mouth twice, her lips trembling so hard, but she couldn't make a sound in her throat. Under the gaze of Bingxiao Duanlou, in the end, she could only nod her head twice as an answer.

Duan Xiaolou chuckled: "Sure enough, as Du Yao said, he is a Jiangnan beauty like water. Jiangnan is really a good place."

He Danggui stiffened, bowed his head, and comforted himself repeatedly, saying that it was not his fault that he didn't recognize it, but that his appearance and appearance had changed much more than before. Peng Shi and Bai Bobai could recognize her because it was in Luofu, so uniquely dressed, thin figure, whoever she was. How could you meet a woman with a different complexion on the street and recognize her by her eyes?

Taking a step back, why should he still remember everything about her clearly? He forgot the best. Didn't she always look forward to it like that, so well.

Duan Xiaolou looked at her and said nothing, nothing like the sharp chili in Du Yao's mouth, guessing that she heard the conversation between the two in the shop, feeling embarrassed and afraid, so she opened her eyes and said, "Neither of them Wicked man, you do n’t have to be afraid. A man drinking a few more glasses always needs to say two drunk words. Your horse is tied at the front door. You do n’t have to go into the store.

He Danggui nodded, resting the twelve grains of silver on the railing in the corridor, then lowered his head, and walked away silently. What's wrong with her? She hasn't healed Duan Xiaolou yet! Although he looks energetic, in fact, he must be seriously injured! Don't go! Don't go!

She screamed in her heart to stop herself, while striding outwards, she couldn't find an opportunity to stop.

"Don't go!" Du Yao rushed out of the shop, apparently he heard Duan Xiaolou's "speak to himself", rushed out for a look, his three-pointed drunk eyes showed joy, and smirked with wine. "It really is you! You, why don't you come in, silly girl?"

He Danggui intuitively resisted such an intimate greeting, especially in front of Duan Xiaolou, she shook her head, pointed to the twelve silvers on the railing, then turned and left quickly. Let ’s just do it first, she is not ready to “recognize”, or in other words, she did not even think that such “meeting and not meeting” would happen. She is not a vulnerable woman, but she needs to find a place to heal now, immediately.

"Hey, why are you leaving?" Du Yao refused to let the woman who had waited all morning to rush to grab her wrist. When she looked back at him, she let go and invited, "Go in and drink Cup of tea, twelve silver is yours, and I invite you to have pudding and croissant honey. "After that, he came to pull her again.

Duan Xiaolou stood with his hands on his head and turned his head in the other direction. I don't know if he was absent from it or still acquiesced in the behavior of his "teasing" good family women.

He Danggui was dragged into the room by a big hand, glanced at the ice-faced man who was facing his head with his back, but felt that she was very far away, and even she herself began to wonder whether it was Duan Xiaolou who could not recognize herself. It was she who mistaken other men for Duan Xiaolou. Because Duan Xiaolou, whom she knew, encountered this situation, whether he knew the woman who was "robbed", or whether the woman was ugly and beautiful, as long as she was a woman, she was in the shade.

A loving and lovely man, Duan Xiaolou is like that. The ice-faced man who was facing her with his head, he must not be Duan Xiaolou, but he must be a man who looks a bit like Duan Xiaolou and has the same voice. Otherwise, all these things are unreal.

He Danggui resisted the big hand that dragged her, but the power can't save herself with the resistance of a small fight. She had to show her true skill and punch Du Yao's face. Jin Yiwei was sent by the emperor to rob the people in broad daylight. What is this? It turned out that she was let go last night because the person was in a hurry, and today was free. I was here waiting for her to throw herself in the net. This kind of scum stabbed him fiercely, and Kung Fu was dedicated to this kind of occasion.

With this in mind, he clenched his fist in his hand, raised it, and waved at Du Yao's face ...

"Snapped!"

He Danggui felt only a pain in his back neck, his eyes darkened for a moment, and then he knew nothing, could not see anything, and felt sad and sad.

She slowly fell forward and fell into Du Yao's pair of iron arms, losing consciousness.

...

"Jiang Yi!" Du Yao shouted angrily, "Hell! What are you hitting her! You **** bereavement Shura, there is nothing wrong with you!"

A tall man bathed in blood, wearing a genuine blood coat, walked into the inn without looking back, watching his movements and strong evil spirits, as if he had just experienced a war. If you look closely, none of the blood on his body belongs to him, it is the blood of thick enemies. He is a well-known "Blood Shura" on the rivers and lakes, and "Jiangbai Sword, Qian Qiankun in his sleeve" Lu Jiangbei, and the high-cut pseudonym "Thunder One Sword", which is called "Three Killing Gods" in Jinyiwei, both hands Drenched with the blood of the enemy, after a hundred battles, there was no defeat.

Jiang Yi coldly dropped a sentence: "She wants to assassinate you, she has murderous body." His body is large and wide, but his face is white as a woman, and he was once jokingly called "Lan Ling Shao" by others.

Du Yao hugged the soft body of the fallen beauty horizontally, chasing Jiang Yijin's back and going upstairs, scolding his head and cursing: "Hell's murder! The one with murder is you! How much effort did you use? She died I'm not finished with you! "I feel that the person in my arms is as light as feathers, tender, sullen, and fragrant with the air conditioning in the light, which makes people feel a kind of pleasure.

So, he buried his head, sniffed the incense deeply, with four or five minutes of drunken eyes, and gradually got the color of **. He didn't drink the wine last night. He still secretly said that he didn't expect God to treat him well, and sent him such a great gift.

Jiang Yan, who was sitting on the middle seat of the lobby, also dropped the hip flask, and drew near with glowing eyes, shouting excitedly: "Quick! Open the face towel for inspection, I guess her nose must be crooked!" Like watching a monkey show, he turned around the unconscious person half a circle, and finally glanced at the towering chest, judging, "This little lady is full of flavor, and it is indeed more on time than the ordinary blue house flower lady, but ... Quickly lift your face, Du Yao! Let the laborer look at her nose! "Then, without waiting for Du Yao to move, his own big palm has reached out to the small face with eyes closed, his fingers flexed and touched Towel ...

"Snapped!"

Du Yao said angrily: "Can't touch, she's mine now, I won't show it to you!" As he said, he took off his cloak, wrapped his arms around the person in his arms, and held them tightly in his arms. In three steps, I ran upstairs in two steps, warning in my mouth, "Don't come to find something, otherwise the brothers don't have to do it!" Floor-to-floor steps, rushing towards a room deep in the cloister.

Jiang Yan was stunned, and half a moment smirked, "This is the cave, so anxious? Even the bride has to show her face!"

In the backyard, Duan Xiaolou, who had lost his hand and was sober, walked back slowly, with his eyes lowered indifferently. After two steps, he looked back at the second floor and asked, "Where is Jiang Yi? Are you not injured?"

Jiang Yanman said indifferently: "Who knows that he has a bad temper and rushes to the street, who dares to greet him? Damn, he actually made Du Yao's kid pick up a ready-made bargain, hateful, the little man sat here for half a day, and finally Zhang Zhang He didn't see his face, hell, he had better take off his face towel and found that his nose was crooked and his mouth was slanted ... "

"Women, turn off the lights and close your eyes, they're all the same on the bed, and they all sound the same." A man in a purple robe encouraged the curtain, and then came in, followed by Jiang Yan's words. The first flower queen of ten green houses in Yangzhou was thrown in 520 silver in one night, but when I woke up in the morning, I thought that it might not be as good as the one that was found last time on the street.

Jiang Yan squinted at Liao Zhiyuan and said sourly: "You all have a lady who looks like a flower. Of course, you can stand and talk without back pain. Women are all the same in bed? Then I'll find one for you. Do you dare to go? "

Liao Zhiyuan asked: "Who?"

Jiang Yan again leaned on Duan Xiaolou who was drunk in the animal skin chair with his eyes slanted, and drew Liao Zhiyuan's gesture with his mouth: "He Xiaoniu ... her mother."

It was just a mouth shape, without any sound, but Duan Xiaolou, who seemed to be sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes and punched Jiang Yan's nose with a punch, wrapped in an overbearing wind. Jiang Yan hurriedly withdrew. Although his nose was not stung, the ice mask on his face was shattered by the strong wind, exposing his face under the mask. At this time, if there are unknown outsiders present, it will definitely scare and scream--

Just because the face under that mask is covered with weird dark red vine-like patterns, there are as many as twenty or thirty, printed on a white and handsome man's face, that thrilling visual effect, just want to make people crazy call.

"Ah-" A scream came from the second floor, and then the following conversation came.

"Damn! Damn it!"

"Haha, it ’s time to move. You deserve to be brave, and you will be playing in the big days! Haha! Zhong ~ Zhao ~~~"

"Damn! What a hell!"

"The good show is still here, you have a good look!"

It was a dialogue between two men. One of them had a voice from Du Yao, who shouted "Damn", and the other had a smooth and smooth texture, and his voice was full of glee and joy.

The fighting downstairs did not stop because of this, but there is a tendency to intensify. Duan Xiaolou ’s boxing fought fiercely, as if with great anger, as if the person who was fighting was neither his colleague nor his enemy. It is a transparent dummy in the air, someone in the imagination, or another imaginary in the air.

Duan Xiaolou played extremely insanely, not at all like a person with internal injuries. His kung fu was originally on Jiang Yan, plus the official title was on Jiang Yan. The latter was bound to fight with hands and feet, from the bottom of his heart. Li lost first. Unprotected, he punched a punch in his vest and spit blood, which was even worse in the future, only to escape defeat. This is so. Duan Xiaolou, who was red-eyed, still refuses to let him go, as if only the bright red blood, the enemy's, his own, or his own, only the blood can calm his inexplicable irritability in his chest. disturbed.

Liao Zhiyuan, who wasn't involved in the battle, sat at the table, slowly peeling a peach's skin, and slowly persuaded the rack: "My brother, take care of yourself, it's not fun if you die." After a long while, he asked slowly, "Is there a new item upstairs? Who brought it? Can you line up?"