into delusion

There are countless sects in the rivers and lakes, some are still alive, some are famous, but in recent years, these countless sects in the rivers and lakes are not as famous as a building.This building is called Zhaixing.

I don't know when, the name of Zhaixing Building suddenly spread all over the country. No one knows where this building is located, and no one knows who the owner of this building is, but everyone knows that "Zhaixing Building can pick stars." "As long as there is a request, it must be answered.News, objects, and human lives, as long as the Zhaxinglou takes a shot, they will be able to capture them at hand.

What's even more bizarre is that no one knows how to contact Zhaixinglou, as long as anyone wants to do "business", they can see it.So mysterious, so treacherous, and so honest and trustworthy, this rising star has become an unpredictable legend.The right way is ashamed of it, and the evil way is shocked by it, but the Zhaixing Tower is still majestic and unmoving, with its own internal business experience.

The red candle was burned out, the dark fragrance floated, and a provocative sound came from the boudoir.Behind the drooping red silk curtain, a woman swayed her waist, undulating on the man's body, her snow-white and slender waist was like a white python, flexible and powerful, yet entwined, as if she wanted to melt into the man's arms.

After a while, a long moan overflowed her crimson lips, and the woman's temples turned sideways, her soft and boneless body fell on the couch, her breasts unceasingly rose and fell, her two red tassels trembled with her panting, a big hand with strong joints held it. After touching the soft peak, knead and pinch wantonly, as if trying to make another shape.

The woman let out an exclamation in her throat, and then turned into a coquettish gasp again and again, begging for mercy repeatedly: "The landlord, the landlord, I can't take it anymore..."

The man approached with a smile, holding the bright red in his eyes: "I love hearing you call 'Landlord'..."

The world of mortals once again made waves, and it was indescribably fragrant and charming.After an unknown amount of time, the Jinxiu couch returned to calm. The woman gasped for a long time before she stretched her jade arms and fell on the man.

"The landlord has a new love, and the less he comes to my place."

The man smiled lightly, and stroked the beautiful woman's face with his fingertips: "It's hard to bear the grace of a beauty. With the most beautiful woman in the world, how can I put my heart on that vulgar thing?"

This woman is also well-known in the Jianghu, known as Shizhangjin and Pink Bone, she is a one-on-one witch.But now hearing her lover praise her beauty, she can't help but feel dizzy on her cheeks, unspeakably cowardly, but her mouth is still resolute: "I'm afraid Yun Lang will marry a wife in the future, so how can he stay here with me. If it weren't for the complicated affairs in the building, Yun Lang would have abandoned the slave's house if he had no choice..."

There was a bit of tenderness in the man's voice: "Those wooden ladies, how can you be as knowledgeable and interesting as you, Hongxiang. As long as the stars are still there, there will be a place for you by my pillow."

The words are so sure that the demon girl can't help but she can't help but smile, the women around her landlord are like carp in the river, but this person has a temperament of cherishing flowers, and treats them completely different from those rough men in the rivers and lakes.She, Xue Hongxiao, knows countless people, but no man can be like Yun Lang, who is affectionate and considerate, and has a first-class talent in martial arts and poetry. Perhaps such a man cannot belong to only one woman...

Sighing lightly, the red silk lady pressed a kiss on the man's chin, picked up the red gauze beside the pillow and put it on.The fragrant wind blows across the temples, and the beauty floats away.After admiring the alluring beauty, the man also sat up, walked to the desk without any clothes, and poured himself a cup of tea.

At this time, there was a sudden crackling sound in the room, and a shadow appeared in the corner beside the couch.The candles had already been extinguished, and the moonlight was not very bright. The shadow curled up just right, as if he was also the reflection of the shallow moonlight.

"Master, there is news from the Tianshu Department that they failed to complete the task and even lost a member of the tribe. Please punish the master."

The news is not very good, but there is no emotion in the voice of the report.The man had long been accustomed to the dullness of the shadow, and took another sip of the tea before putting the teacup on the table.

"Did the person fall into Shen Yan's hands?"

"In the hands of Zhixin, they are going to take the corpse back to Shaolin."

"Oh?" The man turned his head, and the shadow rushing on the ground shook his head, "This is not acceptable. Before Zhixin returns to Shaolin, send someone to kill him. There is also Shen Yan, so there is no need to stay any longer. Before the Su family's birthday banquet I want to see him headed."

The attack and killing of Zhixin is still expected by the shadow, but taking Shen Yan's life is not something that the shadow can guess.They had spent three years surrounding the prodigal son, and now they would kill him as soon as they said they wanted to. It was unexpected for Ren Ruying, a confidant like Shadow.But the shadow did not hesitate, and asked directly: "Use the Yuheng Department?"

"The right of heaven is good, and it must be done without any mistakes."

Zhaixing Tower is divided according to Beidou, Tianshu is an ordinary killer, Yuheng is a martial artist, and Tianquan is where the poison is, the most vicious, and the shadow immediately understands it.

The night wind was blowing, and the man seemed to feel a chill, but before he could move, the shadow had already bowed down and took out a set of snow-white clothes from the closet, and held it in front of the man.

Smiling, the man stretched out his hand to pick up his clothes, and asked casually, "What's going on at Treading Snow Villa?"

"Hall Master Ran did die at the hands of Yao Lang, and the fatal injury was caused by Bi Yuxiao."

The man's movements slowed down, and he frowned slightly: "Did no one else intervene?"

Shadow knelt at the man's feet and helped him step on the soft boots: "From Kaiyang City all the way south to Fengguan, Yao Lang didn't have half a helper by his side. He killed more than [-] people on the way, except for Ran Feng, all of them were Killed with one move. Master, this Yao Lang seems to be different."

Hearing this, the man finally showed some interest; "Why is it different?"

Shadow meticulously tied the belt of the man's coat, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "The skills and temperament have improved a lot, it seems like a new core."

Although the words were straightforward, there was a rare trace of uncertainty in Shadow's voice. This speculation was too far-fetched, and I was afraid it would provoke anger.However, instead of being angry, the man laughed loudly: "Interesting, interesting!"

Smoothing out the folds on the skirt, the man took the long sword from the shadow and hung it on his waist.The unrestrained arrogance was suppressed by the snow suit, and turned into a gentle and elegant manner. He smiled slightly at the shadow beside him: "I would like to see this core that has ruined my three-year plan. Forget it, let Tianshu go Let's settle it, the plot is about to end, the key is still on Shen Yan, don't make troubles."

Although he didn't understand what the master meant by "plot", Shadow would not be stupid enough to ask.He bowed respectfully, just like when he came, he disappeared into the shadows beside the bed again.

The man turned around indifferently, stretched his sleeves lightly, and walked out of the house.

Riding on the horse, Yan Mo looked coldly at the group of men in black not far away.Three days ago, he finally pawned the jasper flute on his body, got a hundred taels of silver, and exchanged the silver for a handsome black horse with four hooves on the snow.However, the good horse for walking is still second, and the most important thing is to use the jade flute to lure the snake out of the hole. He really wants to see who is looking for trouble with this skin.

However, before the snake was attracted, a group of rats who couldn't show their faces appeared.Yan Mo has been in charge of the Wuyimen, so he is very familiar with killers, which is completely different from those who came to "Yao Lang" to seek revenge.

Loosening the reins in his hand, telling the horse to sit down calmly, Yan Mo opened his mouth and asked: "Did the host ask you to come?"

The landlord he was talking about was the legendary landlord who picked up the stars.The trash he interrogated a few days ago finally yelled out at the top of his lungs, "The landlord will not let you go". In the past few days, the name of Zhaixinglou has been heard a lot in the market.However, that guy named Ran Feng was a serious disciple of a famous family. A decent person would be involved in a black and white killer organization. I'm afraid his skin was caught in some kind of conspiracy.

Although Yan Mo is proud, he is not stupid. Now that the enemy is in the dark and we are in the dark, what he should do most is to follow the clues, and find out bit by bit where the star picking building is.However, before he could make a move, the other party had already rushed to the door. It seemed that the "landlord" cared more about his skin than he imagined.

There was no answer to this question, and seven masked men surrounded him and rushed towards him in unison.The hook sickle and the sleeve arrow shot out through the air, but Yan Mo soared into the air like a dragon, rising from the ground, his figure flashed a cluster of hidden weapons, his sword was like a cold star, his momentum was like thunder, between the rabbit rising and the falcon falling, two Blood blossomed on the chest of the man in black.At this time, the neighing of the horse had just sounded, Yan Mo retracted his sleeves, and flew out of the encirclement, sneering at the assassins who looked back in horror.

"I spent 100 taels of silver on this horse. I don't know how much your heads are worth."

Before the words were finished, several dark hidden weapons suddenly flew towards Yan Mo.Dealing with hidden weapons in the Jianghu is just dodging and blocking. Those with better martial arts may also keep the enemy's hidden weapons in their hands. With a whirl, the soft wind swept over, those few things were supported by the gentle internal force, and turned back to the place they came from.Yan Mo's figure didn't stop, and ran in the opposite direction with all his strength.

He only heard four loud bangs in his ears, and three feet of flames were set off on the ground. Yan Mo only felt that his vest was pushed hard and rolled on the spot with the wind, and he was able to stand firm.When he turned his head, there was a field of Shura behind him. The corpses of black-clothed dead men were blown up, and the remains of severed limbs were scattered all over the place. , even more ferocious.

No matter how calm Yan Mo is, his face has changed color now.He had seen this thing before, and it was the thunderbolt cannon commonly used in the Song army. When the Jin army besieged Bianliang, Li Xianggong used it to defend Bianliang.He was in Diaoyu City with Wang Zhizhou, and he had seen the power of firearms countless times.However, the thunderbolt cannons used by these killers were several points stronger than those used by the Song Dynasty officials and soldiers. How could such a powerful weapon be controlled by a mere sect in the Jianghu.

Still in doubt, another explosion suddenly sounded in my ears, but this time the distance was very far away, as if it was on the other side of the col.Yan Mo turned his head, his brows furrowed slightly, he just hesitated for a moment, then he ran towards that direction.

The author has something to say: Li Xianggong: Li Gang, a famous general who fought against the Jin Dynasty in the early Southern Song Dynasty, was dismissed after 77 days as prime minister.

Wang Zhizhou: Wang Jian, a famous anti-Mongolian general in the Southern Song Dynasty, the governor of Hezhou, presided over the attack and defense of Diaoyu City in the Southern Song Dynasty.

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