Datang broom star

A young man who can make suggestions to tease Beijing is too soft-hearted?

"I'm afraid he's too tough."

The crowd nodded.

Jia Pingan squatted down and ordered in a low voice: "Their target is Yaxiang, so don't move outside for a while, let them in, and when there is any movement, immediately encircle them."

"Is this going to be wiped out?"

"Of course." Jia Pingan was a little excited when he thought that he was about to fight against those people in the small circle.

Everyone saw it and couldn't help but look at each other.

The small circle is powerful, and to be honest, Baiqi felt a little uncertain about them and was unwilling to fight them.But Master Jia's appearance clearly means that he can't wait.

"Someone went up."

Jia Pingan quietly entered the back door with someone.

The Five Fragrance House was still happy, and the bustard was standing in the dark full of energy. Seeing the guests singing the poem by Jia Ping'an repeatedly, drinking and calling women, he couldn't help but feel very happy.

"Jia Lang is indeed my mother's lucky star!"

A hand patted her shoulder without warning.

The old bustard was rejoicing, and this was a corner where no one was around, so she was almost scared to pee, and subconsciously wanted to scream.

That hand covered her mouth, and a familiar voice came, "It's a certain."

"Jia Lang?"

"Listen well, the following words must not be missed. First, XX has never come back after going out. Second, the two rooms next to Yaxiang are reserved for XX, and no one else is allowed."

He didn't even let others hear him, he really is a gentleman!The old bustard rejoiced, "Are you going to sleep Yaxiang? Then I'll make your bed."

The bustard really loved this big and handsome tiger, but she was always worried that the money tree would run away, and wished she could tie Yaxiang to his body, making it difficult for him to move.

"It has nothing to do with you, remember, if you don't want to die, keep silent."

The old bustard shuddered, "This is"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't."

Jia Pingan pointed upstairs, "Take someone to Yaxiang's room."

Later, the bustard knocked on the door of Yaxiang's room.

Jia Ping just touched it in.

Yaxiang let out a low cry, and then closed the door with a bang.

The old bustard touched the nose hit by the door, and said depressedly: "Yaxiang! Don't worry."

In the room, Yaxiang walked slowly, her eyes seemed to drip water.

"Just sleep tonight." Jia Pingan looked at her boudoir, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Yaxiang was taken aback, "This is"

"Someone probably wants to steal incense and jade, so I'm waiting for him here tonight." Jia Pingan was worried that she would be frightened by shouting and killing.

"No." Yaxiang approached, "It's the woman with the long nails last time, right?"

This woman is not stupid!

Jia Pingan frowned, "Don't worry about men doing things."

Yaxiang looked at him, her eyes sparkling, "Okay. But it's cold at night, why don't you go to bed and wait under the quilt."

Yes!

Chang'an City in autumn is a bit cold in the morning and evening.

"Don't move." Jia Pingan sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a thin quilt.

Behind him, Yaxiang slowly sat up and stuck behind him.

She always wanted to catch Jia Ping'an, but after several attempts, she realized that this man didn't like her at all.

tonight is a chance

Just as she was about to hug Jia Pingan, she saw him wave his hand, and then quietly walked to the door.

Boom boom boom!

There was a sound similar to the vibration of some utensils from the next door, which was a signal that those people were coming.

Jia Ping turned around and said in a low voice: "Cover your head with the quilt, don't listen to anything, don't look at anything, remember."

Yaxiang nodded subconsciously, and only then remembered Master Jia's identity.

The tiger of a hundred riders!

Is this to kill?

She lay on the bed and pulled the quilt over her head.

This man is so overbearing!

The thought and the fear are constantly exchanged.

Jia Pingan was standing behind the door, holding a wooden stick in his hand.

The sound of various musical instruments outside, as well as the sound of singing, and the yelling of those whores, was very noisy.

But Jia Pingan still heard the slight footsteps, like a cat

The footsteps stopped at the door.

Fuck!

Jia Pingan found himself a little nervous.

Even if he killed three people, he still did the same.

Something stretched in through the crack of the door, and then pulled the latch.

The latch was slowly pushed aside, and finally the door opened quietly.