Chapter 274 Paid
At night, Drunken Flower House.
The cold wind is howling outside and the snow is flying, but the atmosphere inside the pavilion is as warm as spring.
Sitting on the soft and comfortable wolfskin blanket, Yang Lang rubbed his sweet girl in his arms with his left hand, raised his wine glass high with his right hand, and laughed loudly: "Brothers, I won't come home until I'm drunk tonight!"
"You won't come home until you're drunk!"
A group of big men who were also in the pavilion responded with a roar, pushing the atmosphere of the scene to a climax.
Next to each big man is a girl in a thin dress, who speaks softly and warmly, filling the air with the fragrance of spirits and powder.
"Brother."
A big man came over and picked up the wine pot, filled Yang Lang's wine enthusiastically, and said with a smile: "I have made you spend money again today. Brother and I are really on the right track!"
Yang Lang laughed and leaned back into the arms of another Ji Nu with satisfaction.
The Wuwei Menwai Tangxiang Master was slightly drunk and said lazily: "This is nothing. Brothers have worked hard to follow me. You should eat and drink."
The most important thing is that what he spent was not his own money!
Yang Lang really didn't expect that the dignified Protector of the Outer Palace of the Heavenly King's Palace, a fourth-level warrior, could be so easy to talk to.
Today he opened his mouth and asked Zhang Yuan for 188 taels of annual festival fees.
I originally thought that Zhang Yuan would become angry and turn against him.
As a result, Zhang Yuan agreed without hesitation like last time, and immediately went back to bring him some silver.
To be honest, Yang Lang felt embarrassed for the other party.
Yang Lang guessed that Zhang Yuan temporarily lost his backer in the Heavenly King's Palace, so he did not dare to fall out with the Wuwei Sect.
Or maybe Zhang Yuan was aware of Wuwei Sect's plot and chose to swallow his anger and delay.
After all, there are more than seven fourth-level masters in Wuwei Sect.
There is also a sect leader who is a fifth-level powerhouse!
What about fourth-level warriors?
Once the life gate is pinched, even a third-level person like him can ride on it!
But this guy is really rich.
The more Yang Lang thought about it, the more angry he became, and his eyes almost burned red with greedy desire.
The incense owner of Wuweimenwaitang began to think about what reason he would use next time to get more of Zhang Yuan's family wealth.
Hall leader Zhu Jun agreed.
No matter how much money Yang Lang can knock out, it will all belong to him and his men.
This is life-saving money!
Wow~
At this time, the door of the private room was suddenly opened from the outside: "So the flower girls are all here!"
A burly man stood at the door, looking at the people in the room with a smile.
"Ah, sir, you can't go in!"
The madam of Zuihualou squeezed over and tried to block the other party: "This room is full of distinguished guests!"
Yang Lang suddenly straightened up, his face darkened: "Get out!"
This burly man has a muscular appearance and a strong beard.
He was wearing a bearskin coat, with a dagger on his waist, and was dressed in a standard charlatan style.
Yang Lang was so angry that he almost cursed on the spot.
There is really no way to compare Zuihua Tower with Chunyue Pavilion. It is really not high-grade to allow such unscrupulous guests to break into the VIP room.
It's just that Zuihua Building is across the street from Wuweifang, and the girls in the building are cheap and good-quality.
Most suitable for Yang Lang’s consumption level.
He also wanted to go to Chunyue Pavilion to see the oiran, but his money bag didn’t allow it!
Seeing Yang Lang's displeasure, a big man closest to the door immediately stood up and reached out to push the burly man.
He was still cursing: "You are deaf, why don't you hear me?"
As a result, his hands haven't touched each other yet.
The burly man smiled coldly and suddenly slapped him.
Snap!
Yang Lang's men received the slap completely with their own faces. There was only a crisp sound of "click", and his head rotated 180 degrees, facing his back.
With incomparable shock and confusion, this big man with second-level dark strength cultivation collapsed.
It hit the wine table.
And this sudden accident shocked everyone present.
Yang Lang is the strongest and has the fastest reaction.
"Kill!"
He suddenly roared and roared, and his whole body suddenly jumped up into the air, like a ferocious tiger hunting its prey, and punched the burly man standing at the door.
Yang Lang is a warrior at the peak level of the third level of energy, and is only one step away from breaking through to the fourth level.
He has fought for Wuwei Sect for many years and has rich combat experience.
Aware of the enemy's danger, the incense master of Wuweimenwaitang took action boldly. All the strength in his body was condensed into his fists in an instant, blasting the air with roaring power.
Its explosive strength has already exceeded the limit of 3,500 kilograms!
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For Yang Lang, this punch was the strongest blow he could deliver in a hurry after all his life-long skills had been accumulated.
With a snap of his fingers, Yang Lang's fist struck in front of the burly man.
The fierce fist wind even blew the hair on the latter's head!
But what Yang Lang never expected was that the burly man would not dodge or even blink.
As if stunned.
However, the next moment, the burly man suddenly smiled.
Yang Lang's fist was firmly caught by a palm, and the powerful force condensed in it suddenly fell into the sea like a mud cow, without even the slightest ripple.
Level 4 master!
Before Yang Lang landed, his heart suddenly fell into the abyss.
Click!
The burly man closed his fingers together, crushed Yang Lang's fist to burst, and slapped him on the head with another palm.
The Wuweimenwaitang Incense Master suddenly fell to the ground, causing the whole pavilion to tremble.
At the moment when Yang Lang's consciousness completely fell into darkness.
He heard a voice coming into his ears: "The price of life has been paid."
Yang Lang suddenly woke up.
But it was too late for him to regret it, and he embarked on the road to hell with endless despair.
After the burly man beat Yang Lang to death, he did not let go of the others present.
One punch at a time, all three of Yang Lang's men were killed.
Red blood splattered on the wall.
Extraordinarily eye-catching.
Some of the ladies accompanying the wine fainted from fright, while others shivered in the corner, with puddles of water under their bodies.
Some knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately to beg for mercy.
The burly man shook his head, turned around and left the purgatory-like room.
He stepped over the old bustard who was lying on the ground and slapped away the Zuihualou guards who came after hearing the news. At the same time, he laughed wildly and said: "A certain Wei Yan, today we kill people just for pleasure and revenge. If anyone wants to die, just come to me." ! ”
As soon as he finished speaking, the burly man opened the window outside the corridor and jumped into the wind and snow.
Blink and disappear.
After another moment, the bustard who was lying on the ground raised his head and let out a piercing scream.
"Killing!"
"Help, come quickly!"
At this time, the Zuihua Building suddenly exploded, and hurried footsteps could be heard upstairs and downstairs.
It’s destined to be a sleepless night in the snow tonight!
(End of chapter)