Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

King Yu sneered, "Oh, that's not necessary. This king will personally discipline her for you today!"

The old bustard heard what he meant, and with a smile on his face, he pointed to the red clothes on the ground and said, "My lord, should I go and find you a new girl? You see her clothes are dirty. Come on, don't disturb your Yaxing, lord!"

Unexpectedly, King Yu slapped his sleeves fiercely and said sternly, "Go away! This king has taken a fancy to her! You, the oiran of Baihualou, I heard that he is still a gentleman. This king has to try it tonight!"

The other party was the king of the dynasty, so the old bustard naturally didn't dare to confront him, and he was a little embarrassed for a while, "This..."

"Say it again, the little girl doesn't sell herself, please come back, my lord."

The voice of Qingling came, and the woman in red who fell to the ground staggered to her feet. There were a lot of tea stains on the hem of her skirt, and there were still small pieces of broken porcelain hanging in some places.

Xu Shi fell so hard that the hairpin on the top of his head was gone, and his black hair fell naturally and fell on his shoulders.

The wound on the forehead bleeds, and the bright red blood seeps into the peach-shaped flower tin, making it even more eye-catching.

The girl's complexion is fair, her lips are red with ink, and her red clothes are like fire, like the most dazzling light in the dark night, hot and strong enough to burn her sight.

She is like a bamboo, straight and arrogant, and her eyes are terrifyingly bright, neither humble nor arrogant.

Yu Wang saw his eyes straight.

The more glamorous and arrogant a woman is, the easier it is to arouse a man's desire to conquer.

What's more, she is a beautiful woman.

The extravagant life has been lived for a long time, and the degeneration of human nature will be seen more, and the deeper and deeper it will be in the abyss.

For King Yu, the more beautiful things are, the more they want to destroy them.

Because the pleasure of stepping on that pride and dignity underfoot is far stronger than killing someone.

Yu Wang pursed his lips and stepped forward, the desire in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Zhu Yi does not know martial arts, and his strength is also very different from his.

Yu Wang pulled her to the front with a force in his hand. Immediately afterwards, a big hand wrapped around the slender waist, Zhu Yi's body stiffened, resisting his touch—

However, he found that King Yu's movements suddenly stopped.

A cold long sword was pressed against his neck, oozing cold air.

King Yu recognized the sword.

It was a condensed frost sword bestowed by the sage, who had experienced countless wars and drank countless blood.

At this moment, the chill crawled up his heart along his skin, as if to remind him that it could cut his throat at any moment.

King Yu didn't dare to turn his head, so he could only look at the person behind him from the corner of his eye.

"Yun Lie, this king is the king of Daxia anyway, take your sword away soon!"

A clear and cold voice came, "The emperor broke the law and sinned with the common people, take your hand away."

The corner of Yu Wang's mouth twitched twice, and he let go of the red robe.

Zhu Yi took two steps back and distanced himself from him, but his eyes were staring at the person behind him.

"This king has let go! You still don't take the sword?!"

Yun Lie didn't move, but there was a full warning in his unhurried voice.

"Yu Wangye, if you are so ruthless, the lower official will clear the door for the emperor."

After speaking, the long sword flung a beautiful sword flower in the air and put it into the scabbard.

"roll."

Yun Lie dropped such a word, pulled up Zhu Yi's hand, and left without looking back.

In the innermost part of the third floor, several generals were still waiting for General Yun to come back to discuss matters.

Unexpectedly, they waited for someone, but what they saw was General Yun, who has always been unfeminine, holding the dancer's hand, with an intimate gesture.