"Hehe, Young Master is really bad. Please come in!”
The red-robed woman chuckled and invited Lin Wuyou and the others to enter.
Zhao Buzhu was already jumping with excitement.
Zhu Yipin, who was beside him, was also looking forward to it.
Dong Tianbao's eyes were also filled with agitation.
The woman in red brought Lin Wuyou and the other three into the Pavilion of Fragrance. She went all the way to the second floor and found a table that was leaning against the inner railing and separated by two wooden boards.
From here, he could see the stage below, but it was not the front.
Tonight's banquet was quite grand, and most of the seats in the front had been reserved.
Lin Wuyou looked around and nodded.
"Arrange for a few girls to accompany the three of them to drink. Also, bring some pastries and fruits.”
After saying that, Lin Wuyou threw out a silver ingot and sat on a chair beside the railing, leaning against it.
"No problem, Young Master!"
The woman in red did not ask Lin Wuyou if he wanted it.
Judging from the other party's bearing, he knew that he was not an ordinary person.
Such a noble young master probably wouldn't take a fancy to ordinary girls like them.
After a while, three pretty girls walked in.
There were also a few maids who brought some fruits, snacks, and wine.
Zhao Buzhu was quite familiar with this. He hugged her in his arms and sat down to talk.
Zhu Yipin seemed a little distant, but he could still talk and drink.
Dong Tianbao was the only one who felt a little uneasy. It was the woman who took the initiative and slowly teased him.
After a while, the man's face turned red.
Downstairs, Aunty Hong was greeting the guests.
The red-robed woman who had led Lin Wuyou in earlier walked up and whispered a few words into her ear. At the same time, she gestured with her hands.
Aunt Hong's eyes lit up when she heard that.
"Is it really that person?"
"That's right, there are three people beside me. I arranged for them to be in the third cubicle on the second floor.”
The woman in red pointed to a cubicle on the second floor.
Aunty Hong looked over, nodded, and turned to leave.
They arrived at a room on the fourth floor. Aunty Hong walked in and lowered her head to recount what the woman in red had said.
"That guy came to Qunfang Pavilion?"
Chenchen was a little surprised.
He had just arrived, and Lin Wuyou had taken the initiative to come to his door. What a coincidence?
" I've already confirmed her appearance. Holy Maiden, do you want to..."
Aunty Hong nodded and made a hand gesture, indicating that she wanted to take Lin Wuyou down.
However, Chenchen didn't answer the question. Instead, she chuckled and said,"
"Got it. You can leave first! Without my orders, you are not allowed to act on your own.”
"Yes, Saintess!"
Aunt Hong responded and turned to leave.
The door closed. Chenchen stood up and the bell in her hand rang.
She pushed open the window and saw that the stage below had already started to get lively.
"It's really lively!"
Huanhuan's voice was very fleeting, and there was a trace of anticipation and joy in it.
On the stage downstairs, the atmosphere had been lifted after some Central Plains dancers warmed up.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the brisk pipa music from the foreign lands sounded.
The 16 Hu girls were dressed in red pleated skirts and pink shawls. Their tube tops were only the size of bowls, and they were tightly wrapped around jade bowls.
Her waist, which couldn't be held, was revealed.
The girls began to dance. Red, white, and pink flashed, creating a visual impact.
Together with the silver bells on his hands and feet, the tinkling sounds were connected.
The men who were watching in Qunfang Pavilion seemed to have been injected with chicken blood and shouted crazily.
Zhao Buzhu's hands were on the railing, and his saliva had already soaked the windowsill.
His eyes were fixed on the ground, wishing he could gouge his eyeballs out and stare at the foreign women's chests.
Dong Tianbao was also staring intently, and his breathing was a little hurried.
However, he was not as embarrassed as Zhao Buzhu. He still tried his best to restrain himself.
Zhu Yipin was a little better than the two of them, but his eyes could not move away.
The three women who came in to accompany him pouted, their faces filled with displeasure.
As a woman, she was not as attractive as those women below. Anyone would be a little angry.
As for Lin Wuyou, he was eating pastries.
"The taste of the pastries here is quite unique.”
Lin Wuyou complimented, his eyes occasionally glancing at the stage.
The exotic atmosphere was indeed good, but he had been through all kinds of shocks and driven all kinds of 'cars' before, so he would not be attracted to it.
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And just as the scenery in Qunfang Pavilion was not bad, making people forget about their hometown.
In Chen Muchan's room in Tianhe Medical Hall, he had already changed into a black night-traveling suit.
He was wearing a light red hood and holding a golden mask in his hand.
"Phew, why do I feel a little uneasy?”
Chen Muchan whispered.
But after thinking for a while, he couldn't think of any problems, so he put on the golden mask.
Pushing open the door, he leaped and disappeared into the darkness.
No one had expected that the head of Tianhe Medical Center, the usual Head Chen, was actually a martial arts expert. Moreover, his lightness skill was quite outstanding.
In the eastern part of the city, there was a house next to a bamboo forest near the base of the city wall.
Chen Muchan, dressed in black, jumped down and landed beside the door.
The bamboo shadow floated and made a rustling sound, causing the uneasiness in his heart to intensify.
"Something doesn't feel right. We have to be careful.”
Chen Muchan muttered to himself. He flipped his palm and two black balls appeared in his palm.
He walked forward and knocked on the door gently.
After three breaths, he knocked for the second time.
In another three breaths, he knocked for the third time.
As the third knock fell, the courtyard door opened.
Two men in black and wearing Rakshasa masks stood in front of him.
The two of them didn't say anything. They only looked at Chen Muchan's mask carefully before turning around and leaving.
Chen Muchan followed closely behind, and the door behind him closed silently.
After passing through the hall and the courtyard, they soon arrived at the main hall.
The main hall was brightly lit, and a murderous aura assaulted their senses.
Chen Muchan looked around and couldn't help but ask,"
"Brothers, may I know which lord in the guild has summoned you?”
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of two long sabers being unsheathed. Then, he felt a chill on his neck.
The two people wearing the Ghost Face Rakshasa Mask had already placed their knives on his neck.
Chen Muchan thought to himself,'Not good,' but he didn't dare to move. Under the coercion of the two, he walked into the main hall.
Lights were reflected on the wooden floor, and there were six wooden screens on both sides. In the middle of each screen stood a guy in black and wearing a Russian mask.
In the middle of the main hall stood a slightly fat man in a red robe and a black ghost mask, holding a fine iron cane.
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