Temptation of my Auntie

eighty-four

Light language teahouse is a small but elegant teahouse near the East China Sea| i^

It was reported that the owner of the teahouse planned to close down temporarily. But these days, guests keep coming here. This made the boss reluctant to open the door. After all, although his teahouse was small, it was more exquisite and took a high-grade route in order to attract some rich tourists.

However, there are still a few very rich tourists coming to the seaside. It is not that those tourists have no money, but that they are reluctant to spend too much on a cup of tea. This also makes the business of light language teahouse a little bleak.

But these days, the business of light language teahouse has gradually become popular. These guests are also very generous. The owner of the teahouse is still willing to close the door!

But today, the light language teahouse welcomed a group of guests who gave the boss a headache.

The light language teahouse originally took a fresh and elegant route, but today's guests gave people a headache, because they were surrounded by a group of women who were exposed in their clothes. Even the boss who had seen the big scene had some blushing women, and kissed me in the big hall of the teahouse. It seemed that they regarded others as air without any scruples.

And those people were very fierce. The waiter went to remind them to keep their voice down and was beaten, which made the boss of whispering teahouse very afraid. He didn't dare to reason with the group. He just hoped that the group would leave early after drinking tea| i^

However, the boss dare not trouble those people without quality, but it does not mean that others dare not!

"Several friends next door, this is a fresh and elegant place, but several are here, which seems a little inappropriate?" Sitting not far from the group, a middle-aged man wearing a green gray robe and a long beard said with a light frown. As a literati, Li Changfeng does not reject the romantic and romantic, but in such an elegant environment, the romantic and romantic are really something that people disagree with.

"Hey, hey, which onion are you? How dare you take care of our mosquito commander? I think you're impatient? Ah?" One of the group of people who looked like a thief kissed the beauty in his arms, and shouted carelessly.

Li Changfeng didn't expect that these people were so unreasonable. He was even more shameless when he thought that these people had even beaten the waiters who spoke to remind him. He stood up and said in a deep voice: "several people are also cultivators, but they started with an ordinary person. Is this too much?"

"Ha ha, too much? That ungrateful bastard bothers the nature of our mosquito commander. It's cheap for Grandpa Shu not to kill him directly. How dare you say too much?" As he said this, the man with a sneaky face and a fierce smile started to look up and down at Li Changfeng and said, "what? Look at you, old boy, it seems that you want to be beaten?"

"Hum! You are a bold maniac. I, Li Changfeng, will teach you a good lesson today." After that, a silver iron brush suddenly appeared in Li Changfeng's hand. The brush that should have been writing became very flexible in Li Changfeng's hand. Li Changfeng swam away in the void with a silver brush, and the silver marks would be left where the tip of the silver brush passed.

The mosquito marshal, who was drinking a mouthful of wine given to him by the beauty in his arms mouth to mouth, also had a slight change in his eyes, and a flash of attention flashed in his eyes. Obviously, he was also a little surprised at Li Changfeng's ability, but he was only a little surprised.

The thief man saw Li Changfeng write a few silver characters in the void, but he didn't dare to relax, because he had felt strong pressure from the silver characters written by Li Changfeng.

"Hum, look at your grandpa Shu. I'm short-sighted!" The sneaky guy didn't dare to neglect. With a cold hum, the small eyes condensed the color of bleeding red. Then, the two golden blood lights also condensed continuously, and became more intense with the delay of time.

Li Changfeng also felt that the man opposite was condensing and attacking. He snorted coldly: "go!"

As soon as the voice fell, the just written silver characters turned into several illusory silver images and attacked the thief man.

"Hum, little skill! See how I break you, Grandpa Shu." Seeing those illusory silver phantoms attacking themselves, the man with a thief's face grinned, and the two yellow buckteeth exposed outside, looked very disgusting, "short-sighted!"

When Shu Wuchang's voice fell, the blood red light that had already condensed to the extreme in his eyes also attacked Li Changfeng without any hesitation.

The silver white virtual shadow and two blood red lights intertwined together, issued a violent collision, and the roar suddenly rose. Many strong people sitting in the teahouse quietly drinking tea also put a defense cover around them. It can be seen that the attack between the two people seems ordinary, but the power can not be underestimated.

Although Shu Wuchang's shortsightedness resisted Li Changfeng's attack, he was not feeling well at the moment. He didn't expect that the guy opposite was so tricky! This attack alone shocked his inner abdomen. If the attack was stronger, his inner abdomen would be hurt! Therefore, he also put away his underestimated heart, and his sneaky eyes stared at Li Changfeng with vigilance.

Seeing that his first attack didn't hurt the other party, Li Changfeng snorted coldly, and his eyes changed. He saw his hands offer the silver brush again, and his face danced seriously and quickly. Where the silver pen tip crossed, he left a silver trace. Soon, a silver flower was formed, and the flower was lifelike, It looks like real.

Some people present were surprised and shouted, "this is one of the unique skills of the four Arts Pavilion. The wonderful pen makes flowers! Is this man from the four Arts Pavilion?"

Hearing this man's words, other knowledgeable people present all changed their faces slightly. Unexpectedly, the people of the four Art Pavilion also appeared.

To readers:

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