Martial Peak

Anhe City, located on the border of the southern region and bordering the western region, is a small city with a small population of only a few hundred thousand, and there are no decent powerhouses in the city. The cultivation of the environment.

In such a city, looking at the entire astral world is almost insignificant.

The population in the city was originally small. Now that the two world wars broke out, Anhe City is bordered by the western region because of its barrenness in the southern region. As a result, most of the residents of the city have fled to the depths of the southern region. The massacre of the Tucheng genocide is now halved by more than half.

However, no matter whether it is a troubled world or a prosperous world, there is a living that will never be quiet. That is the flesh business.

Anhe city is not big, but there are several blue houses.

The largest one is Chunfeng Xiyu Building. Under the chaos of the world, the situation of paper drunken gold fans is getting more and more serious, so even though the residents of Anhe City have been reduced by more than half, the business of Chunfeng Xiyu Building is better than usual. The old bustard tortoise ushered in at the door, and the girls smeared with rouge and gouache all smiled and sang in a whisper, soliciting gracious customers.

There was a loud bang, and a person suddenly flew out of a compartment on the second floor, and fell heavily on the floor of the first floor, rolling a few times, and there was no movement.

The noisy hall fell into a strange silence at this moment, and everyone turned their heads together and looked in the direction of the source of motion.

I saw a young man lying on the ground, with a stubble on his face, covered in dirt, full of alcohol, crawled there motionless, and did not know if it was dead. Fights and fights in the blue building often happened, so came The guests here are not surprised at this scene, and there is not much reaction, but they all looked at the prostrating young man with disgust.

In this case, it is either a dispute with someone, beaten by someone, or no money to pay after the chic in the blue building, whichever is not worthy of sympathy.

The guests were calm, but Ms. Song, who was welcoming at the door, became angry and yelled at a man in a black suit on the second floor: "I'm going to die, you're not going to pay if you break the table and chairs!"

Ms. Xu is an old bustard in the spring breeze building. She is not tall, and she looks good in her youth, but she is getting older now, and her body is also somewhat deformed. Although the charm is still there, she can no longer be a pick-up girl, she can only stand Welcome to the door.

Seeing Mommy's anger, the man in the suit who beat the young man down on the second floor said with a smile: "Mom is angry, this kid is so ridiculous."

"What's wrong?" Ms. Song twisted her waist and walked to the young man. She kicked him and kicked him, but nothing happened. She suddenly startled: "This won't kill you."

The pretending man said: "Why not? Seeing that he is also a bit of a body, I don't have much energy, how can I die?"

At this moment, a young woman with a tulle cover came out of the compartment. The tulle was translucent and covered with her, so that all the beauty of her was looming, and the men underneath looked a few more times. .

The woman glanced down at the column and pouted: "It's deserved to be killed." Mother Song, who rushed down again, said coquettishly: "Mom, you have to be the master of my daughter. This guy has been drinking with me for several days 'S wine has no money to pay. "

"No money?" Mama Song's eyebrows stood upright, with an angry expression on his face, "Dare to come to the Qinglou without money, where's the bastard kid."

"That's it!" The woman on the second floor was also disgusted. "It looked like he was so handsome, and he had an extraordinary temperament. He thought he was a wealthy son. Who knows that he is a desolate boy, and his daughter has lost money."

Mother Song snorted coldly and waved: "Search his body to see if there is anything valuable in him."

When the words fell, when even two men dressed up in the turtle came over and came to the young man for a while.

After a few moments, both of them looked up and shook their heads at Mother Song: "Nothing."

"Damn it!" Mother Song gritted her silver teeth. "Let me drag it down and mince the flowers."

The two turtles didn't hesitate at all, and the young man's arm was put up one by one.

A guest next to him smiled and said: "Mother Song, you are too cruel, but just a few days of money, you have to mince people and grow flowers?"

Mother Song said with a cold face: "Are you going to pay him the bill? If you are willing to pay him the bill, my mother will kill him."

The guest said with a smile: "Forget it, when I didn't say it."

Mother Song glared at him, and then looked at the young man, but at this glance, she was a little surprised and raised her hand: "Wait!"

The two turtle-goers stopped immediately, turning their heads to look at her, not knowing what she was about to do.

But when she saw Ms. Xu stepping forward, she reached out and fanned at the tip of her nose, as if she couldn't stand the strong alcohol, frowned: "Is this kid still angry?"

The two tortoises glanced at each other, one touched the young man's chest, and one reached for a tentative test under the tip of his nose, then nodded together: "Not yet dead."

Mother Song screamed, walked around the young man again, came to the young man again, took out a silk scarf and put it on his chin, pinched his face carefully for a while, his eyes lit up and smiled: "Bring it down Change him and wash it and send me to my room. "

Both turtles were stupid.

"Not yet!" Mother Song glared.

The two tortoises dare to hesitate, and immediately lead their orders.

The guest who had spoken before laughed: "Mum wouldn't fall in love with that kid?"

Mother Song said: "What does it look like? The old lady likes that."

Everyone was in an uproar, but I didn't expect it to be such a thing. It was a bit surprising for a while, and some guests laughed that Ms. Song was hungry and did not choose food.

Mum Song was obviously used to this kind of scene, coping with it effortlessly, playing with a group of men, and being active.In her heart, she was looking forward to it. She had been here for over a hundred years in the Qinglou, and she was greeted every day. Her eyes were naturally extraordinary. Although the young man was sloppy and messy, she could see that as long as she was dressed up, she was absolutely a British An extraordinary guy. When she was young, she didn't have the right to choose graciousness. No matter how old or ugly, she had to serve her heart. Now that she has become a mother, she will naturally come where she wants.

After entertaining the guests for a while, Ms. Song twisted her waist and walked towards the fourth floor.

The fourth floor is the highest floor of Chunfeng Xiyu Building. There are only a few rooms, and one of them is hers.

Pushing the door open and turning it back shut, Ms. Song's face hung with a smile of expectation, nibbling her red lips, and walked over to the bed step by step. Looking down, the young man was lying on the bed and was sleeping.

With a soft light, Ms. Song smiled suddenly.

Covering his mouth with a smile, he got up and came to the table, adjusted a bowl of sobering medicine, and then returned to the bed. He lifted the young man halfway, let her lean on herself, and poured the medicine down.

Put down the bowl and sit quietly waiting by the bed.

After waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

Mother Song frowned. She thought she shouldn't have. The sobering drug was so powerful that it should have worked. Why didn't this guy wake up?Did you drink too much in recent days?

Thinking about it, I went to adjust a bowl of sobering medicine and gave it to the youth.

After a while, there was still no movement.

Mother Song's face sank, and her good mood was destroyed. In a rage, she poured all the rest sober medicine into the kettle, and then poured it into the mouth of the youth.

It was another half an hour, and there was still no movement. The young man in the bed was sleeping like a dead pig, and his snoring sounded like thunder.

Mother Song rattled her teeth, turned around, and went to bed.However, at this moment, a cold little hand protruded from the rear and pinched her neck.

Mother Song suddenly lost her face and yelled angrily: "Who!"