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"Young Master!" The sudden change caused all the attendants to exclaim.

Seeing that the sharp blade of the dagger was about to wipe his neck, Du Zhilan had no time to scream, so he subconsciously hid to the side.

The nearest guard had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and before taking off the sheath, he slammed the big knife towards Pingle's back, which just happened to hit his trembling arm holding the dagger!

Du Zhilan narrowly avoided the fatal blow, relying on the skill of the three-legged cat embroidered pillow to barely fall to the ground, only to feel his cheeks get cold, and his fingers touched the faint blood, only to find that the skin had been cut a little.

It was only a tiny bit away, and half of the head would be cut off!

"You bastard! How dare you break my face!" Du Zhilan was furious. What he cares most about in his life is a good appearance. Now this mere actor not only tried to assassinate him, but also touched the scales. There is nothing wrong with it amnesty.

"Zheng!" There was a sound, and without waiting for Du Zhilan's order, all the guards rushed up and picked the dagger away, Ping Le was pinned to the ground, and punches and kicks were inevitable.

In the end, being dragged in front of Du Zhilan by two people, he was almost breathless.

It's just that hateful eyes nailed on him sharply and viciously, making people's scalps tingle and goosebumps all over their bodies.

But for First Young Master Du, who was used to being unscrupulous, this kind of small scene obviously made him too lazy to raise his eyelids.

The young man in the sapphire blue shirt just straightened his sleeves, then poked the exquisite and expensive boots under the weak actor's neck, looked down at him from a height, didn't even bend down, didn't bend his knees, just hooked his toes lightly, forcing Pingle Difficultly raised his head to meet his gaze.

"Beautiful Pingle," Du Zhilan narrowed his eyes and smiled coldly, "for the sake of your face, if you have any last words, hurry up and say them, whether you will die horizontally, vertically, or—— the most comfortable way Die? Hehe..."

Those two chuckles carried a kind of profound mockery and humiliation, as well as comprehensible obscenity, and the burly attendants around them immediately laughed knowingly, a completely obscene attitude that only men can understand.

"Bah!" Ping Le took a deep breath and spat on the toe of Du Zhilan's boots, "You bully, you bullying bastard! Sooner or later, you will be punished!"

Du Zhilan's expression changed in an instant. How could a nobleman who is accustomed to elegance and cleanliness bear such filth on his body, even if it fell on his boots.

Without him needing to speak, one of the attendants had already slapped Pingle aside: "Call you a bitch! Lick it clean for my son! Otherwise, chop off your tongue and feed it to the dogs!"

"Rude!" Du Zhilan turned his gaze sideways, and cast a sidelong glance at the talkative guy. Seeing sweat on his forehead, the latter immediately bowed and backed away, not daring to speak any more.

"Pingle," Du Zhilan suppressed his anger, and asked coldly, "Tell me, what's wrong with this young master? Although I like beauties, I always pay attention to what you like and what I want, so it's interesting, then The matter of the Overlord forcing himself on the bow, the son of the majestic city lord of this young master, did he lose his status for nothing?"

He deliberately slowed down his speech, his words were mellow, and his tone was high, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Ping Le angrily said: "What a love I would like, do you still remember Ping Xi who was snatched into the mansion by you to be a concubine?"

"Ping... Xi?" Du Zhilan frowned and thought for a while before suddenly realizing, "Oh, you mean that slut? Ping Xi, Ping Le, it's your sister, no wonder, no wonder."

"You bastard! You scoundrel! You have abandoned my sister, kicked her out of the house, and even dare to insult her reputation! I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"

Pingle suddenly became excited, her delicate face flushed red.

"Hmph!" Du Zhilan's face completely sank, he not only did not forget that Pingxi, but remembered it clearly - no man can still laugh when he is wearing a cuckold.

Especially when his own woman was hooking up with his own brother, thinking about the little affection in the past, he was already merciful to him for not tying that slut to soak in the pigpen!

Du Zhilan was determined not to have another pair of ears to know about this kind of embarrassing matter, so he didn't bother to pay attention to Pingle immediately, winked at the attendant, turned around and left, huddled out of Tianyin Building.

"My lord, there is a restaurant not far away, you are tired from listening to the music, why don't you take a rest?"

The little servant Pidiandian came forward to propose, but Du Zhilan nodded without any interest.

"Hey, why do you think this Zangfeng City is so small? Find a beauty you haven't seen before, why is it like this—huh?" Du Zhilan just stepped into the lobby of the restaurant, and suddenly stopped as if he had been cast a body spell. .

All the attendants saw that his eyes were glowing green, so they knew that another young lady was about to suffer.

The Taoist priest in green shirt was sitting in a corner of the hall at the moment, ordered a basket of soup dumplings, and had a leisurely cup of tea.

I never thought that even sitting like this would cause trouble.

Jian Qing has always believed that he has a high level of concentration, and he will not be easily provoked by other people's words, let alone attack ordinary people wantonly because of quarrels.

But at certain times, especially when meeting those dandies who don't have good eyesight, they are not afraid of death and stick to it desperately, chattering and teasing in their ears, and even use their hands and feet.

Even the real Jian Qing, who is as calm as water, can't help but want to take off his boots occasionally and slap the opponent's nose hard!

"This young master is born with a good face and a good face. We must have met somewhere before? I don't know the name of the young master, where does he live, but he has a fame and a wife?"

A gold-painted fan with a jade handle suddenly unfolded, and it was slowly fanned across the chest.

The voice sounded mellow and elegant, and its owner even had a pair of peach blossom eyes, with slightly raised brows and a smile. As soon as he glanced over like this, women around him kept sneaking glances at him.

The man holding the fan seemed to be used to being stared at by all the women affectionately, with a look of color on his face, he sat on the seat next to Master Jianqing without any hesitation, and said casually: "Just sit here, Don't you mind, sir?"

Jian Qing raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the other party, without saying a word, then lowered his head and stuffed the soup dumpling into his mouth.

The man holding the fan saw that there was something going on, so he tried his best to please him and said: "How can you enter the place with simple tea and light food? I just know that there is a Baiyun Tower nearby. Roasted goose with cooking wine is a first-class delicacy. My son, I would like to show my face and let me show my landlord's friendship." ?”

The words "roasted goose with cooking wine" made Master Jianqing's movements pause, but although he had a preference for food, he didn't go to the point of selling his looks for food.

Especially when the other party stretched out his salty pig's hand to touch the back of his hand, Jian Qing's expression was cold, the wooden chopsticks between his fingers turned without hesitation, clamped the thumb of the man like lightning, and twisted lightly——

"Hiss—!!" The man yelped in pain, almost jumped up from the chair, clutched his swollen thumb, and breathed cold air.

"You——" Du Zhilan pointed the tip of his fan at the opponent's nose, just about to explode, his eyes slid around Jian Qing's face, and suddenly he endured it again, slowed down his tone, and said nicely: "My father is the Lord of Zangfeng City, The boss of this young master, Du Zhilan, I don’t know how to call you? The finger of the young city lord of Zangfeng City is not so easy to calculate. Seeing that you are still beautiful, cough, that is reasonable, everyone sits down for a meal in a friendly manner. Even if the matter is exposed, what do you think?"

Young Master Du's Jingui thumb cooled down a bit, and seeing the handsome Taoist priest in front of him seemed to have a docile temper, his lustful tail suddenly cocked up again.

He sat down on the stool again, crossed his legs gracefully, held a cup of hot tea in one hand, took two sips, and waved his fan lazily.

It's obviously a chilly spring, but if you fan the wind all the time, you won't be afraid of catching a cold on your neck.

Jian Qing glanced at him, and said coldly: "Your Excellency's seal is black, which seems to be a sign of great danger. Be careful and don't talk to strangers."

After finishing eating and drinking enough, he hurried away as soon as he lifted his clothes.

Before Du Zhilan could react, the figure had already disappeared without a trace.

"Hey, what day is it today? The beauty who is about to get away is really bad luck!" Du Zhilan sat down angrily and drank half a pot of herbal tea, and his thumb seemed to start to ache again.

Speaking of this, Du Zhilan changed the subject, put down the teacup with a smile, and opened one by one: "Let's go, let's go to the brothel, just now that Tsing Yi Taoist made me angry, so I'll find some handsome young men to come over tonight. If you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

Jianqing was not interested in this episode at all.

At this moment, he was wandering the streets and alleys of Zangfeng City, carefully looking for the tiger spirit that escaped that day.

What disappointed him was that no matter how he searched for it, the dormant spirit had no breath at all, as if the world had evaporated.

"I hope it can be caught and dealt with before it finds its host." Master Jianqing found an empty alley, squatted on the ground and drew a simple five elements and eight trigrams array, and pulled out a bunch of tiger demons from the Qiankun bag The king's white hair is placed in the center.

After doing all the complicated preparations, Jian Qing calmed down, closed his eyes and muttered something, then opened his eyes suddenly, a golden light appeared in his eyes, and shouted: "Appear!"

With the infusion of mana, the formation gradually lit up with golden light, and as the formation circulated, the white hair in the center slowly turned into a ball of light, moving northward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a quarter of an hour, he finally stopped completely.

Jian Qing was taken aback when he saw the prescription: "...The City Lord's Mansion?"

He couldn't help but think of the dude Du Zhilan he met in the afternoon, and his expression suddenly became weird.

"Coincidence?" Jian Qing withdrew, patted his buttocks to get up, and walked silently to the entrance of the alley.

He looked up at the sky. Not long ago, the sky was clear and cloudless. In the blink of an eye, layers of dark clouds piled up. The air was humid and stuffy. He was afraid that there would be a heavy rain soon.

"It seems that this City Lord's Mansion has to go to the last time no matter what..."

In the evening of that day, it really started to rain from the sky, half an hour later, it turned into a torrential downpour.

The streets were empty, only the sound of pea-sized raindrops smashing on the ground.

This rain made the already gloomy sky even darker, and the muddy road was even more difficult to walk.

The gate of the city lord's mansion in Zangfeng City is facing the wide main avenue, piercing straight in like a sharp sword. According to Feng Shui, a sharp blade piercing the throat is regarded as ominous, and it is a sign of great danger.

Especially to attract demons and ghosts to gather.

The city lords of past dynasties also seemed to know something was wrong. They once invited a powerful Taoist priest to refine a talisman and pasted it on the main entrance to prevent evil spirits from invading.

It's a pity that the age is too long, and after years of wind and rain, it finally fell down completely not long ago, and was swept away by ignorant doormen.

The City Lord's Mansion, where demons dared not approach the most, immediately became the place with the most sinister energy in the entire city.

The tiger goblin soul who escaped from Jian Qing's hands naturally also discovered this "geom and water treasure land", and now hides in it, waiting for the strength to recover, waiting for the opportunity to possess the rebirth.

And it has taken a fancy to a very suitable physical body.

And this person just came back from the Goulan courtyard late at night, full of makeup, drunk like mud, the umbrella held by the servant was useless, both of them were drenched, and they sang presumptuously as they walked. Some obscene words and songs, for fear that others will not know that the young master sings and sings every night, it seems that he is unbearably dissolute.

"Young master, you are back? The hot water has been put out, Dongmei and Xiayu are waiting for you!"

As soon as Du Zhilan stepped into the gate, he was served by his personal servants.He was so drunk that he almost bumped into a servant. Du Zhilan snorted and kicked him to the ground: "Get up, get up, young master is in the way!"

"Yes..." The servant repeatedly nodded and bowed, turned around and cursed in his heart.

Du Zhilan lazily opened his arms, allowing the maids to take off their drenched coats, and touched the maid's breasts with a smirk, before slowly soaking in the hot water.

"Young master, this servant will give you a massage."

"Okay, Dongmei's skillful hands, I like the young master the most...well, comfortable..."

Du Zhilan closed his eyes and leaned against the barrel, while the maid knelt outside to rub his shoulders.

The wind was blowing loudly outside the window, and the raindrops were impatient, beating violently on the eaves, ding ding dong dong.

The gust of wind suddenly opened the window and poured into the house. Dongmei shivered, but she listened to Du Zhilan's order: "Go and close the window, and light the charcoal again. It's still raining heavily in winter, do you intend to freeze to death?" ..."

"Yes, Master." Dongmei got up obediently and walked to the window. It was pitch black outside, with heavy wind and rain, and even the lantern hanging in the corridor not far away couldn't see the slightest light.

She was feeling strange in her heart when a strange red light faintly appeared in the darkness, reflecting faintly in her pupils.

"What is that uh-"

Dongmei suddenly stopped with a miserable scream!Especially scary in the rainy night!

"What's wrong with you, Dongmei? Ahh——"

After the shrill female voice, there was another extremely painful male voice, and everyone in the city lord's mansion was shocked—and the source of the yell turned out to be the young city lord's bath room!

"Roar!!" A burst of thunder rolled across the sky, and a thick roar of a tiger suddenly pierced through the wind and rain.