Douluo's opening send-off system

In front of Yifang Garden, looking at the charming beauties in the attic with red sleeves and wavy sleeves, a girl in plain clothes was pacing back and forth at the door in a tangled manner.

A plain dress could not hide her independent temperament. Three thousand black hair and a hair tie were tied behind her back, which made her look a little more innocent. Everyone couldn't help but want to smooth her frown. The girl pursed her lips. Twisting the corners of her skirt, she finally walked in with a sad look on her face.

A middle-aged man with an upright expression was carrying two packages and stared blankly at the girl walking into that place. The two packages fell to the ground slumped without realizing it.

After a cup of tea, a purple dress came out from the second floor window and fell on the street. Her hair turned forward with inertia and covered her face, and her half-exposed pipa was even more attractive.

The rolan purple dress adds a touch of mystery, and the pure silk face makes people want to lift up her blue silk hair to see what kind of face is underneath.

He jumped and landed on the top of the restaurant opposite, and disappeared after a few flashes.

A group of Yifangyuan thugs rushed out of the flower building, but they could not find anyone for a long time.

Sitting by the window on the second floor of the restaurant, Uncle Yang blushed, put down a few large sums of money, and left with the things he bought for his two young apprentices.

I really didn’t expect that he could actually teach such a... really indescribable person.

What he didn't understand when he saw this was that he clearly sold himself, got the money and ran away.

You said that you are not good at doing anything, just looking for a mountain to collect tolls, it is better than doing this, right?

Just yesterday, his sworn brother Lu Youjie died. On his deathbed, he asked the orphan to give him two children, hoping that he could accept them as his disciples.

He agreed, and went down the mountain to buy the daily necessities for the two children today. He didn't expect to see such an exciting scene. Sure enough, he was old and couldn't be stimulated, and his heart was still beating wildly.

Ok?

Did he teach his apprentices? no? Why doesn't he remember?

Outside the city, Han Wuyi took off her purple skirt and put on a white scholar's dress. She hid her black silk hair in her hat, took out a folding fan and shook it gently, showing off her scholarly style.

I took out the mirror I brought and looked at it. Sure enough, the dress of a scholar suited me, otherwise I would look like a woman pretending to be a man.

He casually threw the mirror in his hand into the clothes he changed and threw it into the grass next to him. He waved his fan and walked into Heyang City again. This time he entered the city and still attracted countless peeking eyes and Ruoyuruo. No gulping sound.

Countless young girls and young wives blushed, raised their sleeves to cover their faces, and talked in low voices. Countless men cast jealous glances at Han Wuyi, and their conversations were mixed with deep disdain and sour tones.

It's just that many of the men's eyes are shining, as if they have discovered some rare treasure...

Waving the fan, he once again reached the door of Tongfu Escort Bureau. He looked around and saw no one was around. He pushed the door open through a gap and squeezed in, slamming the door.

He glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, walked around the wall, and saw the tragic scene of corpses strewn all over the courtyard, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

Sure enough, the family was wiped out, but I don't know whether it was a vendetta or a conspiracy to make money. The latter is easier to say, and it was not in vain that I ruined my reputation throughout my life.

If it's the former...don't let me know who you are!

Before he could search, he turned around and saw a poem written in blood on the wall behind him, and his face turned dark on the spot.

If he had known it was a vendetta, he would have walked in and touched the body, so why would he have to sell himself? Don't let me catch you, or I'll suck you dry!

Han Wuyi casually took some gold and silver, and left. It was rare that he didn't have to take the blame, and he still had money to take. How could he get burned?

Of course, if there was a storage space, he would definitely take away all the money from Tongfu Escort Agency. Wouldn't it be a little black pot? So what if he carries it?