If one were to ask which brothel was the most ecstatic in Maplewood City, this old glutton would only give one answer — the Three Fragrances Brothel.
It wasn't just a cosmetic brothel that only had three parts of color. It was the Three Fragrances Brothel that monopolized three parts of the world.
Even though it was just a branch.
Since the day it was completed, it swept through the mediocre brothel market of Maplewood City like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.
Nowadays, the young masters of Maplewood City were able to enjoy a romantic life thanks to the Three Fragrances Brothel, which raised the standards of the entire Maplewood City's brothel.
It was equivalent to the fifth-rank expert Dong A raising the standards of education in Maplewood City's Dao Academy. Of course, this could only be said in private by Zhao Rucheng.
The current leading lady of the Three Fragrances Brothel was a woman named Miao Yu.
Many people yearned for her boudoir day and night, wishing they could crawl under her skirt. But those who were fortunate enough to get intimate with her were few and far between.
On a luxuriously decorated rocking bed, a middle-aged naked man had a fanatical expression on his face, undulating with joy. But there was clearly only a bundle of bedding under his body.
Only a beaded curtain separated them, and a soft couch was facing the rocking bed. Miao Yu supported her chin with her hand, half leaning lazily, her curves exquisite to the extreme. Her eyes were blurred, and it was unknown whether the middle-aged man's "self-entertainment" was in her eyes.
A black-clothed man knelt in front of the soft couch, respectfully reporting something.
"In other words, that person called Jiang Wang knows a rather profound sword technique, but he has never shown it in front of others before?"
Her voice was languid, like a cat that had just woken up, faintly teasing one's heart.
The black-clothed man knelt, never raising his head. "It is indeed so. This subordinate is incompetent, and can't find out where he learned it from. "
Miao Yu looked pensive, then raised a finger. "Go down."
Hearing this, the black-clothed man pressed his forehead against the floor, his ring and pinky closed, his thumb, index finger, and middle finger forming a triangle over his heart. He softly chanted, "At the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, in the abyss of the Yellow Springs. The Venerable God returns, illuminating the world. "
Just like that, his entire body sank into the floor.
"A sword technique that has never appeared in Maplewood City's Dao Academy? Which great martial artist passed it down from? Or … "Miao Yu's gaze blurred.
"Daozi …"
She thought more, farther, and more ethereal.
"The bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, the abyss of the Yellow Springs. Your Eminence's return illuminates the world. "
She made the same gesture and chanted softly.
Meanwhile, the naked man on the rocking bed was still wriggling by himself. He seemed to be immersed in his beautiful fantasy forever.
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At this moment, in a village far away in the Yong Kingdom, a bald man with a ferocious face was gnawing on something. Fresh blood covered his mouth and hands.
And judging from the empty hole in the chest of the villager beside him … it was clear that it was gnawing on people's hearts.
While he was chewing happily, a streak of light suddenly streaked down and crashed into him.
Unfortunately, this was not a flying sword that descended from the heavens to exterminate evil.
The bald man reached out and grabbed the stream of light in his hand, turning it into an ancient longsword.
"Damn it! Sooner or later, I'll eat your heart! "The bald man was obviously very angry that his meal was interrupted.
"Old thing, what era is it now? Still using a flying sword to send letters!" He cursed as he used his bloody hand to open the letter on the flying sword.
The Mohist Sect's Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Box had been in use for many years, and its sales were excellent. However, there were always some powers that refused to use it, because no one could be sure that the Mohist Sect's people didn't leave any hidden traps in the box.
Even if the Mohist Sect's people swore to the heavens and drew on the earth, even the strictest Heart Demon Oath had been researched and broken by dozens of methods. What was the use of swearing?
"The Zhuang Kingdom, Qinghe County, Sanshan City?" He paused after each word and couldn't help but spit, "What kind of corner is this!"
The sword swayed in the air, as if urging something.
The bald man became more and more irritated, but the owner of the letter was an existence that he couldn't resist.
He used his bloody finger to draw five crooked strokes on the letter. It was a simple stroke of a horse, meaning: Go immediately.
He casually fixed the letter back onto the sword, and the sword left in the same way it came.
When the flying sword was far away, the bald man suddenly thought of something, "Boss, don't tell me you don't understand it?"
He thought for a while and threw this small annoyance away.
"If I can't even understand this, how can I be a boss!"
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When he walked to the door of the dormitory, Jiang Wang heard voices coming from inside.
After entering the inner sanctum, he still lived with Ling He and Du Yehu, so that it was convenient for them to learn from each other at any time. Zhao Rucheng came to stay for a night every few days, but he didn't stay for long. Although the room was much better than before, for Zhao Rucheng … it didn't make much of a difference.
Hearing Jiang Wang's footsteps, Ling He quickly walked out, "You're finally back, your family has been waiting for you for a long time!"
Family …
Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly walked into the room. He saw a charming woman sitting on the table and chair by the window — that set of table and chair was naturally something that Zhao Rucheng had desperately asked people to bring over.
Du Yehu, on the other hand, was sitting at the side with his hands and feet tied. He was answering the woman's questions with an honest look on his face. When the woman asked a question, he answered with a sentence. He was just like a brat who restrained his wild nature in front of his friends and parents.
However, this "child" had a bushy beard, and his appearance was a little too anxious. In comparison, he actually seemed a little older than the well-maintained woman.
Seeing Jiang Wang enter, the woman hurriedly stood up, her eyes filled with surprise. "Little Wang, long time no see! You've grown taller and stronger! "
Jiang Wang nodded and greeted, "Hello, Concubine Song."
His birth mother had passed away very early, and this woman was his father's second wife. He couldn't change his way of addressing her, so he always called her Concubine.
This concubine wasn't a bad person, and she had never mistreated him. However, a few years after his father's second wife, Jiang Wang had entered the outer sanctum of the Dao Academy. Cultivation was tough, and he almost never returned home except during festivals. They had never had any conflicts, but their relationship couldn't be said to be deep.
As Concubine Song greeted him, she pulled the little girl hiding behind her in front of her. "Hurry up and greet him!"
This was a timid little girl. At her mother's urging, she opened her little mouth and said in a small voice, "Big brother."
Concubine Song's silk clothes were bright and beautiful, adding some color. The little girl's clothes weren't bad either, but her delicate facial features were naturally eye-catching, attracting praise.
Unfortunately, as soon as she called out, she immediately went behind her mother. She only stuck out half her little head to size up this older brother of hers, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.
Of course he loved his little sister. Blood was thicker than water, and this was something no one could change. However, he only focused on cultivation, and every time he returned home, he would rush back and forth. He hadn't called her "big brother" for a long time.
Although this sound was soft, it was indescribably crisp and pleasing to the ear, like a pearl rolling on a jade plate.
Jiang Wang's heart, which had already hardened, suddenly felt like it was melting. He had seen blood and darkness for a long time.
After returning from Tangshe Town, Jiang Wang revealed a rare sincere smile. "An 'an!"
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