Wutong's body shook suddenly, as if frightened by this sudden change.

She held on to the table, stood firm, looked down at the black smoke and white smoke brothers who fell to the ground motionless like two stumps being put down, and then looked at the red willow with a murderous face, and the chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and then, suddenly, the bowl of noodles on the table turned around a few times, and then, "plop" fell to the ground, and the soup noodles in the bowl spilled to the ground.

Looking at her frightened look, Hongliu suddenly laughed.

At this moment, she has become a different person.

An extremely terrible person.

A person who does not know whether he is friend or foe.

However, at this moment, when the unknown friend and foe of Hongliu standing in front of him looked at the sycamore, his eyes were full of smiles, and he said lightly:

The big wolf dog that ate noodles has been poisoned, and the black smoke and white smoke brothers who can eat noodles for the big wolf dog have also died.

Wutong looked at the soup noodle eggs that had been spilled on the ground, and he didn't know whether he was surprised or scared, and said in a low voice: I see, don't want the noodles that fall on the ground.

Hongliu smiled, shook his hand, slowly pulled out the red silk that was still wrapped around the necks of the black and white double-cigarette brothers, and slowly wrapped it back around his waist, gently brushed his hair, and said:

Those of us who do not hesitate to let go of our dignity and the most basic principles of being human beings to be bitches, laughing, drinking, and sleeping with men, just so that we can have noodles to eat, soup to drink, and not go hungry every day.

Soup is our parents, our lives, to us bitches, and now, you are spilling my parents and my life on the ground, what do you want?

Wutong smiled awkwardly and said, "I......

Hongliu scolded coldly and said loudly: Waste is shameful.

Wutong was stunned again, as if he didn't expect that the red willow, which originally looked weak and slender, would actually make such a big fire for such a bowl of noodles, so he stayed for a long time and didn't know how to answer.

Then, he shrugged his shoulders, smiled at her very unnaturally, and quickly changed the topic: Sister Hongliu, now, Yutang has been gone for so long, and she should come back, right?

Hongliu's attention was not diverted by her seemingly caring about Lan Yutang to Fang Shi's concern for herself, and she still insisted there: Waste is not only shameful, but also a pity.

Wutong said in a daze: However, now that the noodle soup has been spilled by me, what do you say?

Hongliu picked up the pair of chopsticks that were originally prepared for herself by the black and white cigarette brothers from the table, straightened them up, and put them in her hands, and then, squatting down, pointed to the noodle soup that was sprinkled all over the ground, and said to her with a smile: There is only one way, pick it up and eat it.

Wutong looked at the red willow blankly and fearfully, and her lips moved slightly, as if she knew what to say, but as if she didn't know what to say.

She looked at the woman in front of her who had suddenly changed so much, as if she was joking with herself.

However, although Hongliu was smiling, there was no hint of joking on his face.

Wutong's heart suddenly cooled, looked at the black smoke and white smoke brothers lying on the ground, and then looked at the red willow's eyes that were already as cold as a knife, nodded impressively, and said softly: Oh, okay, I'll eat.

As she spoke, she really took the chopsticks handed over by Hongliu, slowly squatted down, picked up the noodles that had been spilled on the ground one by one, put them in her mouth, and chewed them.

As if she didn't expect her to be so obedient, Hongliu looked at her, and then suddenly snatched the chopsticks from her hand and threw them on the ground, and then, laughing, like a glacier that suddenly melted in spring, said: Do you think it's incredible?

Seeing the thawing of the glacier, Wutong's heart soothed a little, and he spit out the noodles that had not been chewed and had not had time to swallow again, and nodded.

Then, his face also tightened, as if he was spurred on a good horse to move forward obediently but was not convinced, and said in a deep voice: Who are you?

Hongliu's face changed slightly, as if he had been stabbed in the sore spot, and then, with a sigh, returned to his timid and shy appearance, and said slowly:

I'm Red Willow. The red willows in Guiyunzhuang, I'm afraid that as long as there are a little brains in the rivers and lakes, everyone knows that the women in Guiyunzhuang are all prostitutes, and I am one of them.

Oh, by the way, do you know what a prostitute is? A prostitute is the kind of woman who can sleep with any man as long as you pay for it.

When she said this, her face was calm, and she didn't know if it was because she had completely hidden her pain, like hiding a blade in a scabbard, or if she was already numb to her own identity.

Perhaps, she is really numb.

Life can sharpen everything, whether it is happy or painful.

Sycamore looked at her, and the expression on his face seemed to be strange.

She took out a silk handkerchief from her arms and wiped it, and then, sitting down in her seat just now, looking at the red willow, her eyes did not blink, and said in a deep voice: Are you just a prostitute?

Hongliu's expression seemed to have been pricked by something, and the pain was abnormal, but his face immediately recovered, and he even laughed, but he was a little reluctant, and said:

You guessed it right, my true identity is not just a prostitute in Guiyunzhuang, I was originally the biological daughter of Hongmen Lightning Knife Hong Hui.

Presumably you should have heard of it, since Sword Thirty withdrew from the rivers and lakes twenty years ago, the various sects in the rivers and lakes have risen and grown.

And among them, Hongmen's power has developed even more rapidly, in addition to my father's special identity - the closed disciple of Daxia Ma Mian - and Daxia Ma Mian is a friend of Jian Thirty, more importantly, my father Hong Hui's own 6636 road splitting lightning knife technique is overturning the river and the sea.

Therefore, in recent years, the power of Hongmen has developed more and more under this double guarantee, and the name of Lightning Knife Honghui has become more and more famous.

However, Hongmen's life is getting more and more difficult, we are always attacked by an inexplicable force, many disciples disappear for no reason, and even my father Hong Hui has been attacked several times.

And the biggest object of suspicion is the Golden Villa.

Because my father and I suddenly found out that my second uncle Hong Zhan actually had a very close relationship with Bai Qinghou of the Golden Villa, and my second uncle Hong Jing was the person who was the most unconvinced by my father Hong Hui.

In order to find out the truth of this, in order to prevent the disciples of Hongmen from not being harmed by this curse again, I secretly went to the Golden Villa to gamble without telling my father.

There, I deliberately lost all the silver on my body, and deliberately used my life to bet 100,000 taels of silver, and deliberately lost.

Next, I had to promise to make money as a slave in the Golden Villa to redeem myself, and then I was sent to Guiyunzhuang to use my body to pay off the gambling debts I owed them.

Because I am a woman, and the fastest and most straightforward way for a woman to redeem herself and earn money is to become a prostitute.

In the more than a year since I entered Guiyunzhuang, I suddenly discovered that although Guiyunzhuang is just a brothel, there seems to be some natural connection between it and the Golden Villa.

Hearing this, Wutong was slightly stunned, in addition to being extremely surprised by the red willow, it seemed to have some kind of heartfelt admiration.