Seeing the ghost crying again, Uncle Yang was full of smiles.

"Uncle, is it going well?"

"Smooth, of course smooth. Uncle Yang laughed: "Don't you know, Cai Wei girl is famous......

"Uncle!" Cai Wei shouted with a red face, stopping Uncle Yang. Uncle Yang laughed, no longer silent, just held back a smile. Not only him, but the rest of the people were also holding back laughter.

On the way, they met a group of bandits, but as soon as they saw Cai Wei, they were so frightened that they screamed, some kowtowed and begged for mercy, and some ran away. And at this time, Cai Wei knew that she actually had a name.

What a tearful female devil, ugly to hear.

After a few days of clearing out the threatening monsters around him, Oni Cry left alone. The big black horse was kept as usual to protect Cai Wei's safety.

It was early in the morning when Oni Cried left, and it quickly disappeared into the mist. Cai Wei looked at the direction where the ghost cried and left, turned her head to look at the towering Wanjian Peak of Shu Mountain in the west, and her eyes became more and more determined.

......

Outside, there was chaos. And in Tianfu City, it seems that it has not been affected in the slightest. Tens of thousands of refugees were all blocked by patrolling troops for dozens of miles.

Because the king of Sichuan loves to be lively, there is no curfew in Tianfu City, and the lights are bright and lively. What's more lively is the Sichuan Palace, the lanterns are hung high in front of the gate, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going, almost stepping through the threshold of the Sichuan Palace. At the entrance of the house, or carriages or sedan chairs are densely arranged, and the servants of customers are waiting for their masters in the cool night.

In the wide front yard of the house, a stage was set up. Sometimes singing and dancing, sometimes singing, sometimes there are Taoist priests who walk the rivers and lakes to play tricks. (almost written as going to bed)

The fat body of the King of Chuan, in the attic, served by a group of concubines, lying on the window, looking at the Taoist priest pretending to be on the stage in the front yard, suddenly clapped his hands excitedly, and shouted: "Hurry up, take my bow." ”

All the concubines present couldn't help but change their faces, and one of them trembled and took a purple gold carved bow.

This bow, judging from its appearance, is a treasure bow, a work of art that deserves to be treasured. Inlaid with gold and jade, the texture is elegant. But in fact, it's just a soft bow, and hunting is too hard, and it can only be used for fun. However, once you hit the vital point, you can still kill.

King Chuan snatched the bow and arrow, although his body was fat and clumsy, but he was extremely skilled in using the bow and arrow, and soon took the arrow and drew the bow, aiming at the Taoist priest on the stage outside.

At this moment, the Taoist priest was performing a sword swallowing sword, winning a round of applause. He was about to take out his sword when suddenly a golden arrow shot out of the attic window, and one hit the Taoist priest in the neck.

There was a clang, and blood splattered. The Taoist priest staggered and fell straight off the stage. The sharp sword cut his throat and stomach, and when his two apprentices rushed forward in a panic and helped him take out the sword, there was no help.

The cheer just now disappeared in an instant, and all the guests instantly stopped talking and looked at the attic in disbelief.

King Chuan leaned on the window, tried to open his mung bean-like eyes, looked at it for a while, and laughed: "It turned out to be really swallowed! ”

As he spoke, he picked up a fist-sized piece of silver and smashed it down. smashed one of the apprentices of the Taoist priest into the head and fell to the ground.

The other apprentice knelt on the ground, thanked him with tears, picked up the silver, and dragged the master's body to help the swaying senior brother away.

Looking at the scene in front of them, everyone's hearts were cold. Tianfu City's face turned pale for a while, and he couldn't help but touch his back in pain. It was when he was walking down the street and was shot in the back by King Chuan in the restaurant. Afterwards, I smiled and said to him, just to say hello to him. In the face of such a guy, he can't wait to roll as far as he can, and never see him.

The reason why I came to participate in King Chuan's banquet this time was completely because I couldn't shirk it.

It's time to leave.

Thorn Shi made up his mind in his heart, and when the excitement resumed, he pretended to be drunk, and hurried towards the gate with the support of the domestic servant.

"Lord Thorn, please stay. ”

The coquettish voice came, and the stabbing Shi's heart burst out, and his lower body ached. Looking back, it was really the fox queen of King Sichuan.

It is no secret that King Chuan has raised a nest of fox spirits, not only him, but also people who are a little more well-informed in this city.

The taste of these fox queens was really wonderful at the time, but after that, it was a fatal pain. It's all broken, can it not hurt!

Not only was it painful, but he was weak for most of the month, and he was also sick, almost killing him. I think he was also a fat man at the beginning.

The fox queen stopped him, he didn't dare not answer, offended these fox queens, and the future will not be easy.

The fox spirit can absorb people's essence, but it can also transfer the essence to others by cultivating secret methods.

The nest of fox spirits raised in the palace of the king of Sichuan is the method of cultivation, sending essence to the king of Sichuan. It is also for this reason that King Chuan, who is greedy for sex and gluttony and alcohol, is still healthy and energetic every day after he is over 40 years old.

These vixens are extremely important to King Chuan, and his banquet is the time for these vixens to collect essence.

Thorn Shi thought of his kidneys, and his heart was bitter. If you do this again, his kidneys will be exhausted. Turning his head with difficulty, he looked at the bewitching woman in front of him, with a stiff smile on his face: "It's Mrs. Hu Wu, I don't know what's the matter of finding the old man?"

He accentuated his tone, emphasizing the word "decayed". The charming woman didn't pay attention to the assassin history, but looked at the servant beside the assassin history: "I want to borrow someone from Lord Assassin Shi, I don't know if it's okay?"

Thorn Shi looked at the strong servant beside him, slapped his head, and almost forgot about this guy.

This servant is not an ordinary servant, this strong man specially raised by the assassin history. In addition to eating, drinking, and exercising every day, he accompanied him to the Sichuan Palace. No fox had taken a fancy to him before, so it was useless and I almost forgot.

"Of course, of course. Thorn Shi hurriedly replied.

Seeing that the strong man who had been raised for a long time was taken away by the fox Ji with excitement and fear, Thorn Shi wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly scolded the thin servant who was swallowing saliva beside him: "Bastard, what are you looking at, just your small body, don't you want to die?" ”

Thorn Shi hurriedly walked out of the gate, got into the sedan chair, and left quickly.

By the upstairs window of the restaurant opposite the Sichuan Palace, the ghost cried and watched the departure of Thorn Shi, threw the last peanut on the plate into his mouth, grabbed the roll mat on the table, settled the bill and left quickly.

"Sir, I'm back. The lady, who had always been at odds with him, actually took the initiative to greet him, and Thorn Shi was very surprised. Then, he heard his wife say, "Oh no, master, Wenjie, he went to the Sichuan Palace!"

"What!" Thorn Shi's expression changed drastically.

Those fox girls, it is because of his experience that he avoids them.

But his son Xu Wenjie was when he was young Mu Ai, how could he resist the temptation of the famous fox Ji.

Alas, I tried to block him again and again, left him at home, and let him slip out without paying attention.

Thorn Shi's face was full of worry, although those fox girls were measured, but their son was not measured, for this kind of thing, it must be endless, and there are no sequelae left by it.

Thinking of this, he was angry, pointed at the lady in front of him and scolded: "It's all you stinky mother-in-law, you can't even look down on your own son......"