flow from evil

As soon as the three volts came out, the blue-black color rising from the sky was like thick ink melted with a meticulous brush, indicating the arrival of a misty rain.

In the noisy market, Xiaosanzi hastily put away several barrels of freshly chilled tofu nao at the tofu stand. He was just about to close the shop early and cook a tail of white fish soup at home, when he was greeted by several pretty young men. blocked the way.

"Boy, have you seen these two people?"

On the drawing paper that was shaken open in the opponent's hand, there were two young men with outstanding appearance, one was handsome and gentle, the other was calm and calm, but the one with Shen Rui and calm seemed even more unique, because his complexion was specially painted with dark red. The lacquer was painted on, and it looked very strange.

"This... How could someone have a red face like Zhang Guangong, I didn't see it." The third son quickly waved his hand.

Several teenagers glanced at each other, and saw several guards in armor following in the distance, and disappeared with a touch of their toes.

The guard who took the lead saw the questioning of the man from Changshengmen and the third son from a distance, and just turned his head to go to the next shop, but was stopped by the third son on his own initiative.

"Tell you master, what he wants will be delivered to the Zuixian Pavilion ten miles outside the city in two hours."

"What did you say?" The leading officer's face tightened, but seeing the young man with a blank face, he raised his hand to stop the subordinates behind him who wanted to make a move.

"Someone asked you to pass the word?"

The third son nodded hastily, and seeing the guard looked him around again, he walked away, quickly closed the door, and went back to the inner room.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Shan Simiao and Meng Yunting, watching the movement outside with their faces close together.

"Engong, who are these people and why are they looking for you?" The third son moved a stool and sat in front of Shan Simiao.

"It's better that you don't know." Shan Simiao took the Liangbai Kai from his hand, thanked him, and then said, "However, maybe I need you to do me a favor."

"Engong, tell me, as long as the third son can help, the third son will definitely do it with all his might."

"Fighting to death is not so serious, just go and deliver this booklet for me." Shan Simiao smiled slightly when he saw that he looked death at home, reached out and touched his head, and took out a book wrapped in a square scarf from his pocket. Strict booklet for him.

Seeing the charming curvature of the corner of his mouth, the third son suddenly felt that this strange red complexion was not too ugly.

"Hey, let me tell you, are you really going to give this to him?" Meng Yunting on the side crossed his legs, trembling lazily, and gnawed an apple in his mouth.

"Of course we can't let that person go for nothing, can't we?" The corners of Shan Simiao's mouth widened even further, and even his usually lacquered eyes were stained with a smile, and Meng Yunting slapped viciously. There was a chill.

"Who is that person?" The third son asked blankly.

"A goblin, the best-looking male goblin." Shan Simiao added.

After the clouds and haze, the misty rain finally became a downturn.

Outside the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, a man in white clothes was standing with his fans shaking, and two attendants behind him carefully supported him with a celadon blue dyed oil-paper umbrella, never letting a drop of rain splash on the man's white clothes.

In the picture-like smoke cage, the man narrowed his peach blossom eyes impatiently, staring at any movement in the distance.

"My lord, go to the pavilion and wait, the rain is getting heavier and your clothes and hair will be wet." The servant behind suggested.

"No need." The predecessors fanned each other, and saw a small and thin figure gradually approaching, with hurried steps, just looking at the body skills, it doesn't seem like he is capable of martial arts.

When the person came to him, he realized that he was an ignorant and foolish boy with a clean face, but standing in front of Jun Wuyi at this time, with a careless look, he had the courage to come forward and look at him You come without clothes.If it were someone else, I'm afraid he would have already turned into a corpse at this time, but Mr. Jun seems to be in a good mood today, and he is not upset, just letting him look at him with a smile that is not a smile.

The third son has never read a book, if he were to describe the appearance of the person in front of him, he really couldn't come up with a few words, anyway, it was Shan Simiao who said that he was a very good-looking man.

What's more, he still remembered seeing this man when he was on the boat.

"See clearly?" Jun Wuyi saw that he was staring at him without blinking, and thought it was funny, so he deliberately moved his face closer.

The little third son blushed, confirmed the identity of the other party, and then handed over the square book in his arms.Jun Wuyi got the brochure, smiled slightly, and thought in his heart, he is considered Shan Simiao, who knows the difference between Changsheng Gate and Tengwang Pavilion, which is more important.

"Where is Shan Simiao?" Jun Wuyi asked the third son in front of him.

"No... I don't know, benefactor only asked me to give this thing to the young master." The young man lowered his head, but unconsciously continued to peek at Jun Wuyi in front of him from the corner of his eyes. Such a handsome man.

"So, give him ten taels of silver." Jun Wuyi gave him a wink, and asked someone to bring the taels of silver, and the youngest son hurriedly took it, almost opening his mouth.

Seeing his stupid look, Jun Wuyi didn't bother to pay any more attention to it, turned the fan in his hand, walked into the pavilion, and at the same time opened the tightly wrapped booklet in a hurry.

The attendant holding the umbrella who was following behind only saw his young master's happy face, but as the booklet unfolded, he froze suddenly.

In a moment, that beautiful face turned from white to blue, from green to purple, and then from purple to bright red, which can be described as extremely wonderful.The servant was originally quiet, but now seeing Jun Wuyi's colorful face, he couldn't help but leaned forward to take a look.After looking at it, I realized that there was no legendary martial arts secret book in that book, it clearly showed two naked men doing the unspeakable shameful thing in various poses.

Snapped--

The book was tightly closed and held in his hands, Jun Wuyi's face was on the verge of anger at this moment, and his clenched knuckles were already slightly pale.

Damn Shan Simiao!How dare you play him!

No, not just to play him...

"Your... son?"

"Oops!" The moment Jun Wuyi opened his mouth, he felt strong murderous aura coming from all directions.

Hundreds of boys and girls descended in an instant, and their nimble and ingenious movements made the soldiers overwhelmed.Suyan Yaxiang who suddenly attacked in front of him made Jun Wuyi stand up, but the love of the rain soon made the white clothes wet on his body, and the sticky touch made Jun Wuyi frowned.

"Boy Shan really didn't lie to me, Jun Wuyi, hand over the formula of longevity." Yu Chanzi's voice came from a distance, but what Jun Wuyi heard was a cold snort in his heart.

If I saw this Longyang Erotic Book for a while, I don't know if this jade cicada would still laugh or not.

"Elder Yu, don't bother, this time, both of us have been tricked."

"Oh?" Yuchanzi landed in front of him, with a suspicious look on his face, obviously not believing, his eyes were fixed on the booklet in Jun Wuyi's hand.

"This thing is not a dispute between you and me." Jun Wuyi said frankly, it was just the strength in his hands, and he clenched a little more unconsciously.

"That's right, then why is Mr. Jun still holding it tightly, as if for fear of being seen by others." Yu Chanzi said to the point, and seeing his complexion sink a little bit.

"I advise Elder Yu not to watch it." Jun Wuyi took a deep breath, trying to ease the embarrassment and shame in his heart.

"The more you say that, the more I want to see it!" Yu Chanzi let go of the double thorns at the same time, coming from both sides. Pain, the book of Longyang Spring came out.

Subconsciously wanted to reach out to cover it, but it was too late.The picture album unfolded in the air made Yuchanzi stunned for a moment, and when it fell to the ground with a thud, it was still in the style of a ride in the rain-soaked room.

Jun Wuyi didn't know what he was embarrassing about, this thing was Shan Simiao's masterpiece, but he just felt that he had suffered a secret loss in this matter, and he was indescribably aggrieved.

Sensing Yu Chanzi's meaningful gaze, Jun Wuyi coughed hard.

"Elder Yu, I told you earlier, we were tricked by him."

"Let's go!" After a little thought, Yuchanzi led the people away neatly, leaving only Jun Wuyi who was aggrieved in place.

"Young Master..." Seeing that his clothes were completely wet and the rain was dripping down his forehead, the attendant hurriedly took a good brocade handkerchief and wiped it for him.

The picture book on the ground had been gradually melted by the rain, but Jun Wuyi still couldn't let go of his hatred, so he raised his foot and crushed the book on the ground until the pages were completely rotted in the rain.

The attendant unconsciously glanced at the booklet for the last time before turning around and walking away with Jun Wuyi.

After a misty rain, nothing seemed to have happened except for a trampled tome in the Zuixian Pavilion.