General, Madam Called You To Farm

The painful lesson of visiting the brothel to carry out the task last time is still vivid in his memory, Wei Ting is a hundred times unwilling to enter this kind of place again.

You two go, I found a way, the task is completed, and it's time for you two to play!

Su Mo exchanged glances with Jing Yi, and walked forward from behind Wei Ting.

Wei Ting thought they were going to go in, but when they passed him one by one on the left and one on the right, they suddenly stretched out their hands to hold him back.

Hey, hey! What are you doing? Let me go!

Wei Ting struggled.

Struggling is futile.

Su Mo and Jing Yi took him into the brothel.

There are many martial arts schools on Qianshan Island, and the style of the brothel is quite similar to that of the rivers and lakes. There are few women performing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but there are quite a few dancing knives and guns.

On the stage, there is a monthly martial arts competition to recruit relatives. They are talking about recruiting relatives, but they are actually competing for the qualification to spend a night alone with the oiran.

The scene was very lively, crowded with people, and the arena in the center of the lobby was completely surrounded.

Yo, which hero is this?

A young and beautiful woman held out her handkerchief to Su Mo with a charming smile.

Wei Ting, a scheming man, changed his face before going out. His plain face was not as eye-catching as Su Mo and Jing Yi.

Su Mo blocked her hand with the hilt of his sword, and a trace of coldness flashed across his eyes.

The woman withdrew her hand exaggeratedly: Oh, I scared my family to death!

Be careful of revealing your secrets. Wei Ting reminded in a low voice.

Su Mo frowned, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: Then, what should I do?

Wei Ting: Touch it.

Su Mo said: You are courting death!

Wei Ting stepped aside, pushed Jing Yi to the front, and immediately nodded and bowed: Eldest Young Master, Second Young Master, this brothel is really big, it's an eye-opener for the small ones to come!

Originally, he had a good figure, although his face was a bit ordinary, but there were girls who fell in love with him.

But when they heard that he was a servant, the girls immediately ignored him.

Someone also reached out to Jing Yi.

Baby Jing is stiff all over!

I want to kill Wei Ting!

Seeing that Su Mo and Jing Yi remained indifferent, a woman couldn't help laughing and said, The two young masters don't like our sisters. Could it be that they are here to find sister Huakui?

No……

Just as Su Mo said a word, Wei Ting pinched him.

Wei Ting said: It's only natural! How can you be so vulgar and vulgar, you can get into the eyes of my young master?

snort!

The woman rolled her eyes and walked away.

Another woman shook the peach blossom fan in her hand and said with a smile: Oiran sister is not so easy to receive customers. It has been half a year, and no one can beat Oiran sister.

The rest of the people also looked at them with a smile, and the eyes clearly said that there are a few more overreaching.

They left.

Wei Ting said to Su Mo and Jing Yi, You wait here for the oiran, I'll find someone.

Jing Yi asked, Why didn't we look for it?

Wei Ting whispered: I'm a servant, you are the young masters, and just now you looked unfeminine, and you have been targeted by the brothel, don't look back!

Jing Yi refrained from turning around to watch.

However, Wei Ting reminded him that he did feel the surveillance from the dark.

Wei Ting leaned close to his ear: What are you worrying about? Su Mo is the eldest son, and if he wants to go up, he will go up first. Can he still beat the oiran?

Jing Baobao nodded and patted Su Mo's shoulder seriously.

Su Mo: ...

Wei Ting looked at the direction where the girls left just now, and said with a big smile: Sisters, I'm here!

The undercover thugs were speechless and continued to stare at Su Mo and Jing Yi.

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In the dark dungeon, the saint lay dying on the cold floor.

The woman in green squatted down and looked at her: What? Still unwilling to be my puppet? You have only half of your skills left. If you don't agree, I will suck the rest and throw you out to feed the dogs!

From next door came the barking of hounds.

The woman in green raised the saint's chin: Did you hear that? They're hungry.

The saint's eyes were stubborn, without a trace of surrender.

The woman in green clothes was quite surprised: Tsk tsk, it's really interesting that a puppet can show such eyes, a walking corpse gave birth to its own thoughts, ah, I'm a little reluctant to feed you to the dog, wait until I cut your body open, look See how you are different from other puppets.

The saint was not afraid when she heard the words.

The woman in green said coldly: I'll ask you one last time, do you agree?

The saint rejected her with her eyes.

The woman in green slapped the top of the saint's head with her palm: It's really... a pity.

...

Oiran Sister! The time has come!

A maid's voice came from outside the dungeon.

The woman in green threw the saint to the ground, like throwing away a lifeless sack.

She looked down at the saint, took out a clean handkerchief, wiped her hands, and went out indifferently.

In a quarter of an hour.

The two guards guarding the dungeon smelled a strange fragrance, their eyes darkened, and they fainted.

Wei Ting walked over.

The hounds next door barked.

Wei Ting ran out of medicine powder, and the hound was imprisoned in an iron prison with an additional iron cage.

Killing is also time consuming.

He hurriedly took the key from one of them, opened the door of the dungeon, and came to the saint.

Wei Ting pushed back the hair that blocked her entire face, and was sure that it was the saint.

He hurriedly carried the saint on his back and left the dungeon.

There were guards chasing after him, and he couldn't join Su Mo and Jing Yi, so he could only escape from the brothel with the saint on his back.

Not long after he escaped, he was blocked by a master.

This person is... a puppet!

In view of his actions of taking away the saint, this puppet should have chased him from the brothel.

But why do puppets appear in a brothel?

Judging from the current situation, apart from Baihua Palace, only the City Lord's Mansion has puppets.

It will never be Xia Houqing——

The behind-the-scenes owner of this brothel is Xia Houyi!

The condition of the saint was very bad, she vomited blood when Wei Ting bumped her back.

In order to prevent the saint's injury from getting worse, Wei Ting could only put the saint aside.

This puppet is tricky.

Fortunately, he has mastered many of Qiu Lao's unique skills... Well, the unique skills of the various schools on the island.

However, when Wei Ting finally defeated the opponent, the saint in the corner disappeared!

Another puppet carried the saint on his back in the dark night and ran towards the brothel.

Suddenly, an arrow shot in the air, with a sharp piercing sound, it pierced through his thigh!

The puppet lost its balance and fell on the roof with a thud. The saint on its back flew out due to inertia.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, an exquisite and vigorous figure leaped up into the air and caught the saint.

Su Xiaoxiao hugged the saint and landed on the ground firmly, and gave the saint a pill first.

The saint opened her eyes and looked at her blankly.

Who hurt you like this? Su Xiaoxiao asked.

The saint lowered her head and did not speak.

Seeing that she refused to speak, Su Xiaoxiao didn't continue to press her. She carried her on her back and tied her tightly with a rope.

At this time, more and more puppets chased after him, and the front and back roads were blocked.

The saint lay on Su Xiaoxiao's back and said weakly: Run, no, get out.

What she wanted to say was that if you take her with you, you won't be able to escape.

Su Xiaoxiao clenched the golden bow in her hand: If you can't escape, just break out!

The saint muttered: I, no, internal power, yes, useless, puppet.

Useless puppets should be discarded by their masters.

Su Xiaoxiao jumped up, drew the golden bow in his hand, and aimed at the puppet facing him:

From today onwards, you are Cheng Xin! Not a puppet—

Whoosh!

The arrow flew out of the string!