Vol 3 Chapter 8: Go to play with the goddess

"Help him? He has turned into a mess of now, can he still support the wall?"
Aunt Fei said contemptuously: "His dantian is abolished, and even if he is brought back to the family for treatment, it will cost a lot of money. The person is also abolished. Do you think he is like a bear? Can he be saved? No more grief than death. Now...Even if the young lady puts down her figure, can he care? Last night he refused the invitation of the two oirans of Haitian Pavilion, proving that this person is not interested in anything and intends to sink down completely!"
The girl in yellow did not speak, her eyes were still very clear, and she said firmly: "I want to help him. I see people very accurately. He is a good person. Helping him is equivalent to repaying my brother. And he is like this, even if If you show it to my brother, you will definitely be sad, right? At least...I have to cheer him up so that he can take me to find my brother!"
Aunt Fei is a little anxious. Although coming to this Soul Continent can relax, but staying for a long time will definitely be very boring. Looking at the posture of the yellow girl, it seems that she is determined to do this thankless thing.
She turned her eyebrows, and persuaded: "Miss, there are other ways to repay your kindness, such as giving Xiao Lang some treasures, giving him the endless glory and wealth, such as helping him kill people, such as helping him fulfill some wishes. These are all easy. , You really don’t need to..."
"He doesn't need anything, and if he needs it, it won't sink so much!"
The yellow-clothed girl shook her head and said: "All he needs is a hope, a goal, Aunt Fei, don't say anything, I have already decided, you go down to arrange, give me a suitable identity to approach him, don't make him suspicious! "
"Ugh…"
Aunt Fei looked at these pure and watery eyes, sighed deeply, twisted and walked out. But he became sad, Xiao Lang is in such a state at this moment, in what capacity can he approach him? Can he not arouse his suspicion and rejection?
As a result, Aunt Fei was very helpless. For a few days, with her ability, she found that she was completely in trouble.
Xiao Lang's nest stayed in the Wind and Rain Pavilion for half a step and saw no one. The snowflake-like invitations were all thrown into the stove. Anyway, no one in the Soul City dared to make trouble, and he had enough money, which was a pleasant time.
The Fengyue Pavilion girls, on the contrary, liked Xiao Lang and Qianxun, and didn't have to serve those old men and those big belly bodies that would make them sick. Moreover, Xiao Lang was generous, and Fengyue Pavilion's reputation was greatly shaken because of Xiao Lang's existence. Old Bao and the girls were very happy.
Xiao Lang's "Happy Moment of Orioles? Dove Rain" has long been spread to Fengyu Pavilion. The girls in the building liked it very much, and their eyes looked a little different when they looked at Xiao Lang.
This demon who often cries is no longer so scary in the eyes of the girls, but feels extremely pitiful, like a helpless child. Countless girls moved their compassionate hearts, trying to use their fiery heart and hot body to help Xiao Lang relieve his inner sorrow. It's a pity that Xiao Lang never paid attention. They only looked at him bitterly from a distance, silently watching him continue to sink into their inner world, unable to get out.
Xiao Lang was silent in his own world, but the sky broke outside. Qin Xian Mei Wu sent out an invitation at the same time, but he still didn't move Xiao Lang. This is tantamount to slap Haitian Pavilion. Haitian Pavilion is the holy land of countless sons and writers, and the two young ladies are like goddesses. Xiao Lang desecrated the goddess in their hearts so much. You can imagine those who think they are romantic. What is the response?
There is no use of force in Divine Soul City, only verbs and mouths, all kinds of rumors are flying all over the sky, all kinds of ridicules and secrets are flooding, and the Fengyu Pavilion is almost submerged. The level of the literati and the insulting person is not the kind of cursing the street by the shrew, basically turning around, even turning around a few turns to swear. It is sour and can make you sick for many days.
Old Bao couldn't stand it anymore, and passed these words to Xiao Lang and Qianxun through the girls, hoping that the two would go to the Haitian Pavilion, at least give a little face to the other side and reconcile. Xiao Lang was not a literati, and of course he didn't understand these curses, so he didn't take it seriously. When I got to the back, I listened a lot, but I was a little annoyed. I asked Lao Bao to open up the first floor and let the group of scholars come in. Anyone who cursed would directly curse in person.
The old Bao was helpless and did not dare to violate the meaning of the big benefactor Xiao Lang and opened the first floor. Suddenly, the spirit of the city was lively, those literati who had nothing to do and were hurting the spring and autumn all day were dispatched, and groups flocked into the Wind and Rain Pavilion, turning around every night to insult Xiao Lang.
It probably meant nothing more than that, Xiao Lang himself had no literary writing, and he copied a poem from somewhere, and the two deceived young ladies summoned them, and then began to pretend to be a saint, thirteen and so on. What's more, some people started to turn around, saying how the women here are so bad, that any of the Haitian pavilions are ten times stronger than the ones here, and they actually started attacking the Fengyu Pavilion.
Xiao Lang listened to it for two days and nights on the second floor, and he understood that the feeling was that Haitian Pavilion was dissatisfied and sent someone to smash the place.
Looking at the sad expressions of the women on the second floor, and old Bao's sad brows. Xiao Lang was a little bit upset, you guys scolded him, just scold him, don't attack him, what's wrong with this group of brothel girls? What's wrong with Fengyuge taking in himself?
Xiao Lang himself was a little drunk, so he quit now, turned his head towards Qianxun, patted his and stood up, shouting loudly, "Go, unrestrained brother, this son will take you to play the goddess!"
When Old Bao heard this, his body trembled, and his feelings were about going to Haitian Pavilion to hit the ground. But turned around and thought that at this moment, Haitian Pavilion had people come to smash his own place. Since Xiao Lang had helped out, he could only take it hard. Anyway, losing is not a big deal, if you win, you can make a lot of money.
As a result, Lao Bao immediately asked him to arrange a super lineup, and three luxury carriages drove out of Fengyu Pavilion and headed for Haitian Pavilion. The wild boy incarnation of Xiao Lang, dressed up and energetic, handsome and extraordinary, and two of the most elegant brothel women as maidservants, showing that the Shanghai Tiange has broken the scene.
Haitian Pavilion itself didn't mean that. It's just that the young man who supported Haitian Pavilion was angry but could not take the initiative to speak out. Hearing that Xiao Lang had gone out and came towards Haitian Pavilion, Haitian Pavilion moved immediately. There was no great writer in charge tonight. Uncle Zhang immediately invited two people over to wait for Xiao Lang to come, so as to avoid being really hit the place. .
Xiao Lang felt wrong as soon as he walked into Haitian Pavilion. This formation felt a bit like a Hongmen Banquet? The two rows of square tables on the left and right are full of people, staring at themselves with scorching eyes. Want to come to a friend in writing?
He himself was here to have fun, to stand up for Fengyuelou, and he didn't care now. Bringing Qianxun and the two girls, walked in with a big grin, sat down at a square table, glanced around, grinned and said: "Where are the two girls who invite Yue Lianxing? Don't come out to entertain the guests?"
"Well…"
A group of people rolled their eyes, this master is really wild enough, the two goddesses of Soul City are actually two girls in his eyes? Isn't he afraid of the wind flashing his tongue? He thought he was the great writer Song Dafa?
At the moment, a young and energetic talented man said: "Huh, what is the status of the two ladies inviting Yue Lianxing? Is it that A Mao and A Gou can meet casually?"
This sentence is a bit heavy and obviously a bit sour.
Xiao Lang heard the smell, and immediately smiled: "Mao and Gou really can't see it, or you wouldn't sit here stupidly, right?"