The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

The third day was a nightclub. The people who came here to play were not rich, but at least there were no poor people.

As he stepped through the gate, he saw a group of girls dancing in a fashionable manner on the stage directly in front of him. There were people from all walks of life sitting below the stage.

There wasn't much fun on the beach at this time of year, so nightclubs became the most popular place in Shanghai at night.

Not only was there fine wine, but more importantly, there were beautiful women. And most people were after the beauties in the nightclub.

No one paid any attention to the arrival of Li Dao's group of four. Everyone was completely engrossed in the scene.

"Which one is Rodent King Jiukun?" Li Dao turned his head and asked in a low voice.

Niu Sanguang immediately scanned the area and pointed to a table in the middle of the field. "Big Brother, that old fogey is Qing Kun."

Li Dao followed Niu Sanguang's finger and looked at it. It was an extremely wretched old man.

The old man seemed to be about sixty years old. He was wearing loose clothes and holding a dancer in his arms. If one were to take a closer look at his face, they would be able to see that his facial features were very straight. However, when put together, they caused others to frown.

A pair of small eyes wandered about unnaturally. His beard was like a ruined crop, growing in an irregular pattern, and his hair was sparse and sparse. Li Dao did not know how a person could cultivate such a temperament.

Qing Kun had a nickname, Rat King. Even though there was a "King" in his nickname, it was actually just ridicule from the people in the underworld. It was a pity that the old fellow didn't know and was extremely proud of himself.

"Next, we have a guest, Sheng Xiang Jun, on stage!" A waiter shouted.

Then, everyone started cheering. Listening to the passionate cheers resounding in his ears, it could be seen that he was the champion of the Third Heavenly Layer.

Li Dao was not interested in the top singer of the third heaven, Dancing Lady. After taking a glance, he walked straight towards the direction of the Jiuquan Peak.

The gentle music started, everyone stared at the stage, no one noticed a young man walking on stage with a sword in his hand.

A melodious voice rang out, sounding like the melody of nature itself. Li Dao sat down next to Fresh Kung.

"Can you let me walk with you?"

Since you say you can't be held back

The way back is a bit dark

Worry about leaving you alone

I think it's because I'm not gentle enough

Can't share your sorrows

If you can't say it like this

So I put my regrets to the bottom of my heart

Leave my grief to myself

Your beauty lets you take it away

And from then on, I never had another chance

Reasons for happiness

Is it possible

Is it possible

"Is it okay?"

The sound lingered endlessly. This singing girl truly had some ability. No wonder she could enchant so many people. Even Li Dao had to admit that this woman's voice was very pleasant to hear, and her face was very pretty.

"Good, good, good!"

Fresh Kun let go of the woman in his arms and stood up to cheer loudly. His flushed face made Li Dao seriously suspect if he had taken medicine.

"Uncle Kun is in a good mood." Li Dao held the wine cup in his hand and drank it all up.

Only now did Fresh Kun realize that there was a young man by his side. When he saw the sword hanging horizontally on Li Dao's leg, Fresh Keng began to sweat profusely.

"Little brother, what do you do?" Jiukun moved to the opposite side of Li Dao and sat down.

Li Dao couldn't help but laugh inwardly when he saw Xue Kun's actions. He really was a scoundrel. It was already a miracle that he could survive until today.