Xiao Jinyan stared at Yu Wenshuang, and said gently with a gentle look, "Because your eyes have already killed me gently."

The gray-clothed Taoist next to him couldn't listen and said, "Your Highness, can we speak well? I feel disgusted with you."

Yuwen Shuang waved her hand, "Mr. Ning, you're not doing anything here, you can go down first."

The gray-clothed Taoist bowed and left the Doula Palace. While walking, he shook his head, "Oh, young people now."

...

Not far away, Li and Zhao lay on the roof.

Zhao Langjiang said, "When it comes to picking up girls, Lao Xiao is better than you, learn a little."

Li Qingcheng said disdainfully, "If I think women are just going to pay for each other. But you should learn a little."

Zhao Langjiang said, "I don't need to learn because I just spent money."

"Do you have money?"

"I don't, but you have."

Li Qingcheng smiled, "I'll take you to a place."

The two left Qingyang Palace and walked more than a hundred feet away, they saw a middle-aged woman wearing heavy makeup standing in the middle of the road and blocking their way.

Zhao Langjiang said to Li Qingcheng, "Go aside and see me." He took a few steps forward and walked in front of the middle-aged woman.

The woman said, "Are you here?"

"I am coming."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I'm still here."

Silence, the long silence, was like two people in clay sculptures and wood sculptures, confronting each other. A night wind blew, blew up Zhao Langjiang's hair.

"What are you here?" the woman broke the silence.

"Shash your hair." It is clean and neat, word by word, without any hesitation.

The woman pondered for a while and said slowly, "What price should I do to wash?"

"One hundred documents!" Still neat, without any hesitation.

The woman's face changed slightly, "You know that there is never a hundred sips in our store to wash your hair!"

"Can you take it seriously?"

"really!"

The woman stared at the man in front of her. He was very young, with deep eyes and a sense of frustration in her heart, "You must wash a hundred papers?"

"must!"

"What if I don't agree?"

"You can try."

While speaking, Zhao Langjiang showed the knife at his waist, a golden knife, and a murderous knife.

The woman sighed, "Okay, one hundred cigars is only one hundred cigars, but don't mention it to others! Cuihua!"

A young woman walked out of the house, took Zhao Langjiang's hand and walked into the house.

Zhao Langjiang smiled. He won this battle, and he won it completely. He waved to Li Qingcheng and walked into the room.

Li Qingcheng was impressed.

What he admired was not Zhao Langjiang's bargaining ability, but his hungry taste.

The woman came to him, "Do you really think he won?"

Li Qingcheng glanced at the door with a banner hanging with "One Hundred and Twenty Texts" on it, and nodded, "It's obvious that it is true."

The woman said, "It's a pity that he missed a little."

Li Qingcheng suddenly frowned, as if he realized something, "How do you say this?"
Chapter completed!