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Dong Wan looked at Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows curiously.

Xiao Yang looked at Dong Wan: "Don't talk, wait for them to send the trouble away before we go in."

In the room, the boss's wife also looked at Lu Xiaofeng with a look of concern in her eyes, "They really want to look for you, what are they looking for you?"

Lu Xiaofeng said lightly: "This is exactly what I want to ask them, otherwise I wouldn't have asked them to come!"

"The Legend of Fairy Wood"

Zhu Ting sat in his Grand Master chair, dazed in a daze, and didn't know what he was thinking about.

That's how those strange things come up.

The proprietress Shi Shiran walked in, held a small handkerchief with two fingers, twisted her waist, and walked in front of him twice.

Zhu Ting didn't seem to see it.

The boss lady couldn't help but say, "I'm back!"

Zhu Ting said: "I saw it too."

The boss's wife deliberately made a mysterious look on her face, "I just drank a lot of wine with Xiaofeng in his room, but now she is still a little dizzy."

Zhu Ting said: "I know."

The boss lady's eyes were circling, "But we did nothing but drink."

Zhu Ting said: "I know."

The boss lady suddenly shouted, "You know what a fuck!"

Zhu Ting said lightly: "I don't know."

The boss's wife became angry again and said loudly: "I and other men drank in his room for a long time. Not only are you not jealous at all, but you are still thinking about things here?"

Zhu Tingyi smiled: "It's because I don't want to be confused, so I'm not jealous!"

The boss's wife put her hands on her waist again, "A man like him, a woman like me, is she locked in a small room? Will she really sit there and drink properly all the time?"

She sneered and said, "Who do you think he is? A saint? Is it Liu Xiahui?"

Zhu Ting smiled, "I know he is a big bastard, but I trust him!"

The boss’s wife is even more angry, “You are not jealous, just because you trust him, not because you trust me?”

Zhu Ting said: "Of course I trust you too."

The boss lady asked, "But do you trust him more?"

Zhu Ting said: "Don't forget that we recognized it when we wore open-crotch pants."

The boss lady sneered: "Since you have been old friends for 20 or 30 years, why are you suddenly becoming like enemies now and not even saying a word?"

Zhu Ting said lightly: "Because he is a big bastard, I am also a big bastard!"

The boss lady looked at him and finally couldn't help laughing, shook her head and said, "I not only don't even understand what you two big bastards do, but I'm just getting more and more confused."

Zhu Ting said: "Of course you don't understand what a big bastard does, you are not a bastard!"

The boss lady smiled sweetly: "You finally said something human!"

Zhu Ting smiled and said, "At most, you are just a little bastard, a very small bastard!"

Lu Xiaofeng still closed her eyes and lay there, with a glass of wine still on her chest.

This glass of wine was filled with the boss's glass before leaving. Of course, he would not stand up just to pour a glass of wine.

This bed is soft and comfortable. I am afraid there are not many people in the world who can get him off the bed now.

His red cloak was hung on the hanger at the head of the bed, and for some reason, no matter what spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter where he was, he always had to carry such a red cloak.

As long as you see this red cloak, you can know that his people must be nearby.

The Iron-Faced Judge and the Scouting Hand have now seen this red cloak, seen from the window.

Then their people rushed straight from the window to the head of the bed and stared at Lu Xiaofeng on the bed.

Lu Xiaofeng was still lying there like a dead person, without even reacting at all, and seemed to be breathing.

The iron-faced judge sternly: "You are Lu Xiaofeng?"

Still no response.

The soul-catching hand frowned and said coldly: "Is this man dead?"

The iron-faced judge sneered: "It is very likely that such people can't live long!"

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly opened her eyes, looked at them, but immediately closed them, murmured: "Strange, I seemed to see two people in the room just now!"

The iron-faced judge shouted: "There are two people here!"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "If someone really comes in the room, why didn't I hear the knock on the door just now?"

"Because we didn't knock on the door."

Lu Xiaofeng opened her eyes and looked at them again, then suddenly asked, "Are you really human?"

The iron-faced judge said angrily: "Is it a living ghost if it's not a human being?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I don't believe it."

He said, "What do you don't believe it?"

Lu Xiaofeng said lightly: "As long as you are an individual, you will knock on the door first when you come to my room. Only the wild dogs will jump in through the window regardless of the matter."

The face of the soul-catching hand changed, and he suddenly whipped him with a whip. Not only was he one of the four masters who were good at using double hooks in the pass, he also had a lot of skills in this whip made of snake skin.

It is said that he could break the walnuts placed on three pieces of tofu with one whip.

Of course, Lu Xiaofeng's people were much bigger than walnuts, and they were lying in front of the ground like a dead person. Of course, it was a sure thing to do if the whip was whipped down.

Unexpectedly, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly stretched out his hand and gently pinched it with two fingers, just like an old beggar pinching a bed bug, and he suddenly pinched his snake-like whip tip.

This trick was not taught by Hua Manlou, but by him.

The current expression of the soul-scene hand was like Cui Yidong's blade being pinched, a blue, a white, and a red.

He tried his best to pull the whip out of Lu Xiaofeng's two fingers.

Lu Xiaofeng was still lying there comfortably, with a glass of wine on her chest not splashing out even a drop.

The Iron-faced judge looked at him, and his eyes showed a surprised expression, and suddenly laughed: "Okay, good kung fu, Lu Xiaofeng is indeed well-known."

The soul-catching hand suddenly laughed and put down the whip in his hand, saying, "I have finally tried whether this Lu Xiaofeng is really Lu Xiaofeng."

The Iron-Faced Judge said: "The world is getting worse and worse, and there are more fakes in the world. My friend Lu will definitely not blame us for being rude."

The two of them hit each other and found a way for them, but Lu Xiaofeng seemed to be asleep again.

The soul-catching hand gradually couldn't laugh again, and coughed twice. He said, "Of course, friend Lu already knew who we are."

He seemed to be reminding Lu Xiaofeng not to forget that "Qingyi Tower" is something that no one can afford to offend.

The Iron-faced judge said: "We are just here on order this time. Please ask my friend Lu to go back with us. We will not only take over the delivery, but also ensure that we will never move my friend Lu."

Lu Xiaofeng finally sighed lazily, "What am I going back with you? Your boss lady refused to sleep with me."