Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 196 Form a group to brush Yang Hao!
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The sturdy Zuo Ling kicked the little monk away with a roundabout kick, then waved his hand, and said proudly: "Let's go, sisters, it is better to hit the sun than to choose the day. Since we have caught up today, then we will meet again." Empress of the Eastern Palace."

After finishing speaking, all the women surrounded Yang Hao and walked into Shuiyuexuan. The posture was similar to that of an escort, except that they tied him with a rope and whipped him.

Yang Hao was surrounded by eight beauties with their own characteristics and various styles, but he couldn't help crying in his heart: Fuck me, you are treating me as a BOSS, and you have organized a dungeon to brush me up, right?

But apart from tadpoles, I really can't explode other things, woo woo woo!

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Shuiyuexuan is a typical Suzhou-Hangzhou tea house, but with a larger layout, but the core is still that side of the stage.

Pingtan and Kunqu opera are the essence of Suhang teahouses. As for other things, no matter how luxurious and exquisite they are, they are just icing on the cake.

At this moment, due to being booked out, Shuiyue Pavilion seemed empty, only the VIP seats in front of the stage were seated by two distinguished guests.

The entire area was cleared, and there were two huanghuali chairs in the middle.

Sitting on the left is an old man who is over seventy years old, wearing a suit and leather shoes, his hair is combed back meticulously, and he has a very old-fashioned gentleman's temperament.

There is also an old man on the right, but he has a thick back and a waist, wearing a black Tang suit with a dragon pattern, sitting there with a big horse and a golden sword, and his whole body exudes a strong atmosphere of the world.

Yang Hao recognized the identity of the old man in the suit at a glance. He was the famous gambling king Wan Zulong. The real person looked older than the photo.

Sure enough, the other party was dozing off, and what was being performed on the stage was the classic Pingtan song - "Dream of Red Mansions Xiaoxiang Rainy Night".

The mellow Wu Nong's soft words, coupled with the richness of the sanxian and the crispness of the pipa, make people feel relaxed and happy.

It's a pity that among the two distinguished guests in the audience, the gambling king was taking a nap, and the other person was obviously absent-minded. They really missed the wonderful performances of the two artists on the stage.

Wan Bao'er walked over quickly, woke up Grandpa softly, whispered a few words in his ear, and helped Du Wang get up.

"Old Ma, Master Daoyan, long time no see, you two are still so energetic."

Wan Zulong came over and greeted softly: "Compared to my dying old man, he looks much better."

The old man in Tang suit didn't get up, but he also turned his head to look this way.

The old monk bowed his head, but Prince Ma was not serious: "Hey, Brother Long, how many times have you married Mrs. Guang in your life? Without my mastery of the emperor, how could it be possible that your body will not be hollowed out."

Wan Zulong wasn't even annoyed, he just pointed his finger at Prince Ma, shook his head and said, "You old bastard, I wanted to learn your emperor's magical skills back then, but you won't be able to get into it, and you won't even be beaten to death." You are willing to teach me, but now you still use this to make fun of me, are you embarrassed?"

Prince Ma just laughed: "Haha, sex is a bone-scraping steel knife, but there is a saying that is good, peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic. Brother Long, you have been in the world for decades, it is worth it."

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Wan Zulong almost died of anger from this old boy, with a mouthful of old blood in his chest, it took him a long time to recover: "Ahem, forget it, forget it, I won't chat with you, otherwise I will die today Not here."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Yang Hao, beckoned and said, "Little friend, come over and have a chat too, let Bao'er greet you for these girls."

Wan Bao'er knew her grandpa's style. The old-fashioned people of their generation were more or less machismo. In this situation like the one before, women should not be allowed to mingle.

She curled her lips, but she didn't dare to disobey her grandfather's order, so she walked over, sat with Yang Xiaohuan and the others, and started the 'Talk of the Eight Immortals'.

When passing by Yang Hao, Wan Bao'er reached out and pinched him, taking her anger out on Yang Hao.

But this very ambiguous and intimate action fell into the eyes of the old man in Tang suit. He squinted his eyes instantly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Yang Hao didn't bother with Wan Bao'er, walked to the front area, and greeted politely: "Mr. Wan is good."

"Hehe, you are being polite, little friend. You are just like an old horse. You can just call me Brother Long."

Wan Zulong smiled kindly: "I have heard Bao'er mention you a long time ago, saying that you are a master of supernatural powers. I like to make friends with strange people all my life. It just so happens that you are here again today, so I must make friends with you." You make a friend."

Before Yang Hao could speak, Prince Ma was startled: "What the hell? A master of supernatural powers? Damn, Yang Hao, you know how to do this? Could it be that you fell in love with Brother Long and his treasure, and used this ghost thing to deceive people? Are you chastity?"

The reason why Prince Ma scoffed at this was because he had personally experienced the frenzy of supernatural powers at the end of the last century.

At that time, there were guys all over the place who claimed to have special abilities, but in fact they were all liars and psychopaths.

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Yang Hao's blood gauge was already in negative numbers, so he resisted the urge to take out the AK Prince Tutu, and protested: "Hey, old horse, we are familiar with each other, but you can't slander me, right? I... who the hell did I lie to my chastity!"

Wan Zulong was also embarrassed: "Ahem, little friend, don't get excited, people with quality like us can't be as knowledgeable as a stinky hooligan like Lao Ma."

With that said, he turned around and walked towards his seat, and greeted Yang Hao warmly: "Come on, little friend, sit next to me."

Someone had already added three Taishi chairs to the front, but finally Yang Hao sat in the middle instead, with Wan Zulong and the old man in Tang suit on his left, and Prince Ma and Monk Daoyan on his right.

Wan Zulong didn't seem to intend to introduce the other person, but the old man obviously knew Prince Ma, because when he saw Prince Ma approaching, his first reaction was to snort coldly from his nostrils, looking very disdainful.

Prince Ma also rolled his eyes, and leaned into Yang Hao's ear to explain: "This old man is called Qiao Baichuan, a wealthy man on the North Wulin Road, Qiao Jiaming's identity is from the Liyuan family, and Qiao Baichuan is also a famous Peking Opera master. "

"But today's protagonist is actually his grandson, Qiao Junhui. It is said that that kid fell in love with Wan Baoer at first sight, and today he is here for a blind date."

"Actually, it's just that Qiao Baichuan wanted to marry Long Ge, and Long Ge just happened to ask him for something, so he couldn't save face, so he had to agree."

"However, by arranging the location in Zhejiang and Hangzhou, and bringing me and the old monk to sit with me, I made it clear that I want to respect Wanbao'er herself."

"Hey, according to my opinion, the old Qiao's family is out of luck today." As the old horse said, he began to wink again: "But if the blind date is replaced by you, maybe it will work, who told you to deceive ignorant girls? Where's the psychic master, right?"

　Thank you Xie Mian for rewarding 1888 book coins, thank you old friend Xingmu Liuxia for rewarding, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)