Chapter 106: Fengya Building

"what do you know?"
There was an ominous hunch in the Yuan Yuan Center.
"The Yuan family will disappear a collateral family member every month this year. Is this related to you?"
Yuan Qisu was holding the injection, his face turned pale, and he dared not look at Yuan Yuanzhong.
"Snapped!"
Yuan Yuanzhong suddenly slapped Yuan Qisu. He looked cold and said: "Shut up!"
Yuan Qisu covered his face and smiled bitterly. He is very clever, and he naturally knows why Yuan Yuanzhong slapped him, but he continued:
I passed by Dad’s courtyard by accident. I saw the flames on your palms out of thin air. I knew at that time you would definitely treat us. What are you hiding? Since then, I have been paying attention to your actions. Whenever the night is quiet, you will sneak out. Those medicines..."
Before Yuan Qisu finished speaking, one of Yuan Qi's hands held tightly around his neck, preventing him from continuing.
"Knowing too much is not good for you."
Yuan Yuanzhong's eyes were stern. He and Fang Bung had an agreement that the less people knew about the genetic medicine, the better. He thought he had done it without leaking, but he did not expect to have neglected.
It is extremely immoral to use humans to do in vivo experiments. No one can cross the hurdle in his heart. This is not only an ethical issue, but also a question of the bottom line and principles of a person's life.
Yuan Qisu is a member of the Yuan family and the son of Yuan Yuanzhong. He knows Yuan Yuanzhong's style very well. He doesn't object to killing, but he is uncomfortable when he treats humans as experimental subjects like guinea pigs.
He didn't want Yuan Qishan to be manipulated by Fang Gun and experiment with the same kind. This is no longer a human being, but a demon.
Yuan Qisu's face flushed. He looked at Yuan Yuanzhong's unchanged eyes and gradually recovered his calm. He understood that he could not persuade Yuan Yuanzhong, nor did he have the right to persuade him.
Yuan Qishan removed Yuan Qi's palm, and took the dark red injection in Yuan Qisu's hand. He took a deep look at Yuan Qisu and thrust the injection into Yuan Qisu's neck.
As the dark red liquid emptied, Yuan Yuanzhong pulled out the needle and threw it aside, "Qi Su, I hope you don't disappoint me, Yuan Family, you still need to inherit it."
The gene medicine flowed into Yuan Qisu's blood, the heat was rising, the blood vessels began to swell, and bursts of spasm and pain continued to invade his nerves.
"what!!!"
Yuan Qisu howled and fell to the ground. He felt like his body was being bitten by ten thousand ants. This deep bone marrow pain made his whole person convulse violently.
Yuan Yuanzhong stood by and watched the painful appearance of his son. Fang Beng gave him this gene medicine as a primary gene enhancer. This gene medicine can greatly increase the strength of the human body, improve the body's cell metabolism, and make the body more natural.
The primary gene enhancer had no side effects, but the strengthening process was extremely painful. After a while, Yuan Qisu passed out in pain.
Yuan Yuanzhong shook his head and took out the storage box from his arms. He crushed the storage box and took out another gene enhancer, and plunged it into his neck.
Fang Beng told him that there are three types of gene enhancers, primary, intermediate, and advanced. So far, Fang Beng has provided him with only primary gene enhancers. As for the effects of intermediate and advanced gene enhancers, Yuan Yuanzhong has never seen it. It is impossible to know the effects of these two more advanced gene enhancers. .
Injecting the gene enhancer into his body, Yuan Yuanzhong frowned slightly. He glanced at Yuan Qisu again, crushed the glass needle, turned and walked out.
Yuan Qisu was lying on the ground with a pale face, his skin turned extremely red, and wisps of heat emerged from his pores. A flame suddenly rose on his body, burning his clothes into ashes...
Whenever Zhou Ming fainted with fantasy realization, he would see some strange pictures.
On the lofty mountain tops, the wind howled and the clouds floated.
"I implore the master to let the disciple go down the mountain."
The young man in a black long gown knelt before an old man with white eyebrows and kowtowed.
"Although you have a strong mind, you don't have a sword source and you can go down the mountain, but you can get a sword. This sword can be as close as a teacher within one foot."
The old man put his hands behind him, and sighed in a blue robe dancing with the wind.
"Although Tu'er has no roots in sword spirit, he has learned a sword in the door."
The young man raised his head, his eyes were firm and moving.
"Okay, come and shoot me a sword."
The old man raised his hand, and a long sword appeared above the young man.
The long sword is two feet long and wide. The hilt of the sword is a black and white stone carving. The body of the sword is cold and restrained, giving people a state of accumulation.
The young man stood up and held the sword, his eyes flashing. I saw two characters-Yueyang where the sword body and the hilt of the long sword meet.
The young man held Yueyang in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed downward, and the sword sounded briskly, but instead of pulling out the sword in a hurry, he loosened his fingers, causing the Yueyang long sword to fall.
"What do you mean?"
Seeing the young man's behavior, the old man was puzzled.
The young man smiled at the old man, "Yueyang is not suitable for a disciple."
"Then how do you make a sword?"
The old man recalled Yueyang and looked at the youth.
The young man put his fingers together and swiped forward gently.
"Tier Yijian has been out."
When the words fell, the young man turned and left.
The wind on the mountain top blows the old man's beard and hair, and the corner of his sleeves floats away.
"It's because my teacher is blind."
Holding Yueyang in his hand, the old man said with a soft smile. This smile is bitter and helpless.
"Madan, these people are forced to talk in front of me every day. Isn't Lao Tzu waiting for you to ride on my head without going down the mountain?"
The young man scolded and ran down from the top of the mountain quickly, and the fairy tale disappeared.
Zhou Ming was very speechless. This young man looked like Chen Ziwen. He didn't expect to see this guy in his dream again.
After Chen Ziwen came down the mountain, he came to a small town. Here, he saw a quaint building with fancy decorations and broke into it without thinking.
It seems to be ancient times. This quaint building has three floors. Each floor is covered with Izumo roof. On the top floor, there is a vermilion lacquered mahogany plaque on which three gilded characters are printed.
These three characters are neither the characters on the earth, nor the characters of the Tianyuan world, but Zhou Ming didn't know why he recognized these three characters at a glance-Feng Ya Lou.
"My son please pamper me."
"The son is born once and then matured again, this time we will be bliss!"
"This son, I just arrived here..."
Zhou Ming's perspective followed Chen Ziwen into the Fengya Building. Among them, I saw Yingying and Yanyan, and countless gorgeous, young, or hot girls surrounded them, scratching their heads and posing, and speaking freely.
Good guys! Is this the legendary brothel? Zhou Ming straightened his posture. Chen Ziwen wouldn't be so romantic, would he? Anyhow, with the face of his previous life, can't he be more serious? If the live erotica is staged later, it won't be great, you have to be harmonious!
"Go, go, a bunch of coquettish bitches, where's Xiao Hong? I'm looking for Xiao Hong!"
Chen Ziwen waved his hand like driving away a fly, and raised his neck and shouted to the upstairs.
"The son is so ruthless, woooo~"
"The son hates him. Every time he comes, he is looking for Xiaohong. Anyone Xiaohong can do is fine too!"
"Huh, don't understand the style."
The girls complained a few words and broke up.
"What do you know, good-looking skins are the same, interesting souls are one in a thousand."
Chen Ziwen touched his nose and jumped to the second floor.
Zhou Ming couldn't help but want to give Chen Ziwen a thumbs up. As expected, the earth came across, and his words were so connotative.
The second floor is a place for guests to enjoy themselves. From time to time in a boudoir, there will always be some blushing sounds, "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and for Fight. Hey, when you hit it, just hit it. Why do you shout so loudly?
Chen Ziwen put his ear in front of a certain door and listened to the movement inside. He stretched out his hand and patted the door twice before shouting, "Hey, hey! Sweep away pornography!"
"What a good thing that little dares to disturb the Lord! Damn! Don't interrupt your dog legs when I come out! Aw! Sorry girl, slow down!"
There was a rough voice in the room. Maybe the master was at a critical moment and couldn't get out of his body for a while. He finally screamed, then died down, and there was no movement.
"Caiji! You need to use Indian oil!"
Chen Ziwen gave a humble smile and jumped up to the third floor.
The layout of the third floor is very simple, with a red bead curtain hanging from the entrance and exit, a wide empty platform in the middle, and a side room on the left and right sides.
Chen Ziwen walked to the right wing and knocked on the door softly, his voice softened, "Little Red Girl, it's me."
"Master Chen, please come in."
A woman's voice came from the wing room, like Huang Ying's soft cry, tactfully and smartly.
Hearing this voice, Zhou Ming was a bit spartan. Chen Ziwen said that he was here to find Xiao Hong, Xiao Hong...It shouldn't be so coincidental, right?
Chen Ziwen pushed open the door and stepped into the wing room. There is a table and chairs in the wing room. There are some delicate cakes on the table. The square mahogany dressing table in the corner is next to a red gauze tent. The wing room is very large. There is a compartment behind a dim screen. In the compartment is a woman with a guqin in front of her.
Zhou Ming saw the figure of the woman through the gauze. Through comparison, he guessed that this woman could never be the Xiao Hong he knew. Xiao Hong's flat figure, Tsk Tsk, the Siberian Great Plains, how can it be compared to this woman The plump.
Chen Ziwen opened the veil, and the woman's true face was revealed.
Wearing a red dress, a blue silk is gently coiled up with a hosta, the face of the goose egg is dotted with a small Qiong nose, and the cherry lips are slightly open to reveal an attractive luster.
The respect of a woman can be described as the beauty of the country and the beauty of the country, and the country is all over the city. To describe it in a line of poem: This woman should only be kept in the heaven, and the world can be seen a few times.
Zhou Ming was shocked when he saw the woman's face. This Nima is an adult...Bah, the mature version of Xiaohong! However, this Xiaohong felt a little strange to Zhou Ming. Her eyes seemed to be out of focus, and she kept looking forward, even when Chen Ziwen walked in, her gaze did not change.
"Whenever I see Little Red Girl, Ziwen feels that mortal women are nothing but this."
Chen Ziwen sat cross-legged in front of Xiao Hong and chuckled softly.
"The son laughed."
Xiao Hong placed her hands on her waist and bowed slightly.
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