Chapter 41 plot (on)

The night of Cangcheng is still so beautiful and intoxicating. This ancient city, which does not know how many years have stood in the south of the God of War, continues to exude its charming and desolate atmosphere.

Since thousands of years ago, a man named Night Emperor walked into this ancient city and established the Night Fortress. This ancient city was firmly imprinted with the traces of the night house. Cangcheng belongs to the night house, and the night house belongs to Cangcheng.

Snow has no traces of boredom and walks freely on the 13th Street, next to the stone old ink old and tight. The night in Cangcheng is indeed beautiful. The **** the 13th Street is also more enthusiastic than the brothel in the Snowy City, but he is still bored and helpless.

I have lived in Cangcheng for more than two months. There seems to be rumors in the family that he has gone out to practice this time, but he has gone to the 13th Street in Cangcheng. He expressed some dissatisfaction and some concerns. And there seems to be some rumors against him in the night castle, nothing more than a lascivious, awkward and the like.

However, only Shi Lao and Mo Lao, who are around, know that there is no way for the Lord. There is no way to do something, do not do anything, always live in the night castle, stay in Cangcheng, others will be more skeptical. So for more than a month, the three seem to have visited every building on the 13th Street, and even the names of the red cards in each building seem to be back.

"There is no news on the side of the city?"

The snow looked at the front of the building without any traces. Those Yan Yan, who kept throwing eyes at him, smiled slightly, and nodded from time to time, gently waving the folding fan in his hand.

When I heard the question from the master, the old man next to me, followed the previous step and replied respectfully: "I haven’t been there yet, but I think it should be faster."

"Several wastes." Snow whispered without a trace, and got into a building.

The building is called Baihualou. It is located in the center of Cangcheng 13th Street. It is a leather business. The old man of the building is called Fengjie. Although Fengjie has reached the age of several children, it seems that she has only passed the double-decade, and a pair of phoenixes are flowing, which is very attractive.

It’s just that her pair of phoenixes are not only beautiful, but also very interesting. At this time, she was swaying downstairs, and I saw the three people who had just entered the door without a trace of snow. A pair of phoenix eyes suddenly lit up, and the mouth spit out a sound that was better than the yellow ostrich: "Hey, old today. I have heard the magpies keep talking for a long time. I don’t know what good things will happen. Now I see Xue Xuezi, I finally understand."

"Feng Niang is polite." Snow nodded a little, no thought, this flattering method was still quite comfortable at first, but it was heard every day, it was a bit boring.

"Old rules?" Feng sister smiled.

The snow nodded lightly and nodded. Go straight upstairs and walk into a room that was exclusive to him. This room is not like the other rooms, with a pink bed and a special smell of sandalwood. It is clean and simple, a few sandalwood tables and chairs, a few landscape paintings, it seems that it is not a brothel, but a study.

"See the Lord."

The side door of the room suddenly opened, and Feng Niang’s Zhang Feng’s eyes shone with the light, and the ceremony was done with a serious look and no dust.

"How's the preparation?" The snow nodded lightly and picked up a cup of tea.

Feng Niang quickly went over and respectfully said: "Return to the Lord, the subordinates are ready to act five days later, and have made close arrangements, unless the three old guys at night are dispatched, the mission is guaranteed to be completed."

"Not so serious, I will arrange it at night. I want you to guarantee that the girl will not die before being sent to the city of Snow. When she is dead, you will not be able to live." There is no help in the snow, and the front side is behind. It doesn't work, he can only take risks, and the gimmick, he is bound to get.

"Hey."

Suddenly knocking on the door outside the door, the snow was a little angry, turned to look at the next Feng sister, there was a trace of blame. Feng sister quickly pleaded guilty and opened the door, and there was a low-pitched conversation outside the door.

"Oh!"

The door was pushed open again, and some of Feng’s face came in with a dignified look. She said: “It seems that this task can only be acted upon in advance, and it is best tonight.”

"What is the situation?" Snow has no trace of a brow, and there is a bad foreboding.

"Snow, they are dead, the night is light and cold, and the night is cold. At this time, they are rushing back to Cangcheng. Maybe they will be able to get back in the morning, so if you insist on the task, then you must act now." Hold back the horror in your heart and try to calm yourself down.

"Dangdang!"

The teacup on the hand quietly landed and was torn apart. The snow has no big mouth and wants to say something, but nothing is said. Mo Lao and Shi Laojiao looked at the tea leaves sprinkled on the ground, and silently digested the deep meaning of this information.

"Give me the person who passed the message."

After a long time, the snow suddenly opened without a trace, and the voice was cold and cold.

Niu Jin and two accompanying intelligence personnel were called in and looked at the handsome young man who was very calm and calm, and quickly went to salute. Afterwards, I did not say anything about what I saw, heard, and thought. There was no trace of oil and vinegar, and there was no trace of it. He knows that a sentence is wrong, sometimes it can represent a life disappearing. He knows that the boy has this right and has this ability.

"Okay, let's go down, let's go and arrange them for two days." Snow hasn't been since the cows and three people came in and they have returned to calm. Although they have had a huge wave, they can only be strong. Down, in front of the next person, he needs to be calm and must be calm.

"Action tonight."

After thinking for a long time, he resolutely got up and said four words, then quickly opened the door and left in a hurry.

Night home, West House, drunken garden.

The night is light and mad as the night of the family. At this time, it is not like the ordinary young masters, lingering on the thirteenth street to squander youth. Nor did it resemble the cousins ​​of other Cangcheng, and on some occasions interpret the wealth of the family and the fathers. Instead, he sat quietly in his yard, closed his eyes, and worked hard to cultivate his spirit.

Many people are puzzled and do not know that the night frivolous practice time is even more than the time he rests and plays. Only the night frivolous he knows. Why do you have to work hard? Why are you so desperate?

Because he is frivolous at night, the night of the family, the first heir to the family. If you don't work hard, maybe a few years later, he is not a big man, and he is not the first heir. Because he is frivolous at night, he needs madness and needs mad capital, so he must work hard and must work hard.

Many years ago, he knew that as the father of Cangcheng, he had unparalleled strength and power, but he was not happy. He knew that his father was crushed by a name for the rest of his life. When the owner of the name was alive, his father was pressured to lift his head. However, after that person died for so many years, he still suppressed his father like a mountain. Unable to transcend, at least not yet. The man died, his grandfather retired, his father was in the upper position, but many people felt that the father was too far-fetched and awkward.

Therefore, he must work hard to cultivate, so that his father's position is more stable and more comfortable. And his night frivolity will one day surpass the man, covering the night aura of the night, crushing his father's mountain, and letting his name make the war gods and even the mainland. Shaking for it.

Snow does not know what kind of ambitions and goals the night frivolity has. He just knows that he must see him tonight and persuade him to cooperate with some of his actions, so he left the 13th Street and hurried to the drunken garden. .

"Snow is less, what is so rushed."

The night was mad and the whole body was stunned, and the next person was ordered to prepare tea.

"Let's talk to you about something." Snow has no trace of eager expression, blocking the frivolous movements of the night, whispered.

"Oh? That's good!" The night frivolously quickly signaled that the person disappeared and smiled sweetly. The last time there was no trace of snow, he talked to him. As a result, he got ten bottles of Xuelingdan. Although the matter was not done well, the snow was still very generous and he did not ask him. So when I saw the expression of snow, he felt that there was something good to fall on his head. He couldn’t help but say with excitement: "You said that the less snow is my business, and I can do it."

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