The rise of the reborn hero

"Sister Qiaoer."

When the man who walked into the carriage said this word, Rose on the side even thought that the three people had recognized the wrong person.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Ding Ming, who had always had a gloomy face, said calmly In response to Wang Feng,"Who are you? Knowing that I am the youngest of the Twelve Ladies in the Posture Hall, you should understand that there are some things that cannot be done carelessly."

Ji Shi Tang.

This organization that has been developing since the early days of the Republic of China in the northern brothels has a strange rule. Perhaps because the earliest founders were some turtle slaves, they did not worship Guan Erye, but Hongmeng The author of Cao Dacaizi!

It’s hard to imagine, isn’t it?

The reality is so weird.

In Jinwei City, which has been abandoned by the posture hall for a long time, the headquarters on the mountain in the suburbs stands like a Taoist temple in a building. It looks like a scholar leaning against the red and the green.

There is even a line of poetry written in large gold characters on the back to express the identity of this sculpture.

Who is interested in opening up Hongmeng?

It's all just for the romantic love.

"Women are made of water, and entering this life is already hard enough."

This is what Situ Meizuo, who once completely strengthened the Jishi Hall, once said,"If you are not reincarnated into a good family, everything in this world will be bitter. Only strong romantic love is the only thing we can gain in life. One of the many fun. So once a woman saves enough money and wants to leave, let them have a way."

Not only that, the earliest Jishi Hall even did a lot of practical things for many women who had been bullied.

It was because of this organizational culture that Jishi Hall was able to gain such a high reputation among prostitutes. , and also received their strong support to survive and gradually develop and grow.

Both parties are from the lower class who are trying to make a living, so they can naturally understand each other's hardships.

This has led to the backbone tattoos of this organization being all beauties. Among them The tattoos of the Twelve Ladies and the four beauties of Chen Yu Luo Yan and Shui Yue Sha Hua form the structure of the entire posture hall today.

But time will change everything.

Just like the lushness of the once elegant Taoist temple, the current posture hall headquarters The sky has long been filled with weeds and the trees are bleak. Even the old practice of hugging each other for warmth between prostitutes and turtle slaves has long since disappeared. Now the posture hall has long become a gray force that absorbs the blood of women. All The rules have long been dissipated in the interests of Chi Guoguo.

This is the reality and the world.

"It is not good to lose face too early. Wang

Feng's eyes were still aggressive,"We know that Boss Ding is Sister Qiao'er among the twelve ladies, so we came up to say hello in person." I pay 500 yuan for tea for each contract, which can be regarded as leaving a way out for everyone."

Ding Ming didn't speak, but stared at the three-clawed Xia Guolong on the opponent's collar.

In the current Xia Kingdom, anyone who has been involved in the world to a certain level will naturally have heard of Tiannan Jinxiu's name..Although this group has been labeled as ruthless and ruthless, and rarely conflicts with powerful people in other places, everyone cannot maintain enough respect and fear for it. And Ding Qiaomei knows very well that she dares to embroider Xia Guolong's pattern on the bottom of her collar. There is only one madman.

Little Hongpao Su Pingnan.

The most ruthless man in Tiannan and Haizhou.

They say that Hongpao brother Baiyu is a horse for the Tang Dynasty. It is a bit modest to say that every day makes a fortune.

Ding Ming even flashed the Jinxiu mobile phone in his hand at the other party,"You sold such a thing for 8,000 yuan, and now you don't even let women pay for it?"

"Will you give me this face or not?"

Wang Feng ignored the other party's subtle sarcasm. Instead, he pointed at the four most beautiful girls in this group of girls with his finger,"I will take these four away. Next time I pass by Tiandu, I will serve wine to Sister Qiaoer. They say that among the twelve ladies, Sister Qiaoer has the best drinking capacity. I also want to see her."

"You can't take anyone with me here, even if this is Tiandu."

Ding Ming blocked the other two Chinese characters who were trying to pull away some girls. At this moment, in the eyes of the trembling Rose, the money-grubbing and lustful boss in her mind actually showed a fierceness that she had never seen before.

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"Do you know why we call it Jia Shi Tang? Ding

Ming pointed his finger at the chest of the man in front of him somewhat insultingly, with a look of disdain on his face,"A dead tiger will never fall. In those days, people of my grandfather's generation would spend their whole lives doing dirty work, so from that day on, he acted like a tiger." The posture will never fall."

As he spoke, Ding Ming also deliberately lifted a strand of his clothes, and the black and cool gun handle with an icy aura suddenly appeared in front of several Jinxiu members.

"There are still three kilograms of iron in the chaos of the ship, not to mention that our posture hall has not fallen down yet."(To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Ding Qiaomei covered her clothes.

Perhaps the man who lived in the south relying on his reputation felt that this deterrent was enough, and even showed a proud smile.

"When I came here, I heard that among the twelve ladies, only Sister Qiaoer is the only one who still talks about and abides by the rules of the world. But I never imagined that you would actually want to refute Jinxiu's face in Tiandu."

Wang Feng stretched out his thumb towards the opponent who showed no fear at all, with a look of admiration on his face.

"Rules are always rules, and we find the goods. No matter how strong you are, Jinxiu will have to do it...."

Before Ding Ming could finish his arrogant words, he stood in front of him and suddenly moved his hands with two Chinese characters that he had shown with a very low eyebrow just now.

Not a word of nonsense, not the slightest hesitation.

The dagger held in one man's right hand with bulging veins stabbed his abdomen diagonally from below the ribs, while the other man controlled Ding Ming's hands tightly at the same time, and was still stabbed again and again by another Chinese character. Entered the other party's body!

"ah!!!!!!!!"

The high-pitched screams of the girl in the carriage were intertwined with the splashing dark red blood. The scene was as chaotic as the end of the world!

Details determine success or failure.

At the moment when the fighting started, the doors on both sides of carriage No. 12 were quietly opened. Close it. Several men in black suits have blocked all the entrance channels.

This is the foundation.

The fourth foundation that only belongs to Jinxiu.