Zongwu: Opening Awakening copy and paste

"I lost, tell me, how much you need, plus the table of wine and food."

Feng Wuhen chose to compromise.

Although his martial arts is no longer afraid of any opponent, but when you want to argue with a woman, you will lose the moment you open your mouth.

"500 taels."

The woman surnamed blue said lightly.

"How many?!"

When Feng Wuhen heard this, he was immediately dumbfounded.

"Buy it now, 500 taels."

The woman surnamed Lan said seriously.

Feng Wuhen touched his purse, and smiled even more bitterly, because his money was far from enough.

He regretted the shot just now.

"It seems that I really can only work here."

Feng Wuhen sighed and said, a little helpless.

"work to earn a living?"

When the woman surnamed Lan heard Feng Wuhen's words, she asked with some doubts.

"Oh, it's nothing, I don't have enough silver, so I can only pay with flesh."

Feng Wuhen shook his head and said.

"Shameless!"

The woman surnamed Lan gave Feng Wuhen a white look, turned around and walked out.

"You two teach him the rules of Moon Tower, since you have left to repay the debt, you should follow the rules of Moon Tower!"

The woman surnamed Lan walked out of the private room while talking.

"I'm shameless? It's just a slap in the face, not to mention that Wangyue Tower is not a chaste place, isn't it also a flesh and blood business?"

Looking at the empty door of the private room, Feng Wuhen said helplessly.

He was called shameless by a prostitute.

"Young Master seems to have misunderstood something."

At this moment, another woman in the private room slowly opened her mouth.

"How to say?"

Feng Wuhen asked puzzledly.

"Although Wangyue Tower is a land of love and moon, all the sisters in the building make a living as performers and do not spend the night with guests, so what you said is wrong, Miss Lan is angry."

The woman said seriously, looking a little aggrieved.

After listening to the woman's explanation, Feng Wuhen finally understood.

It seemed he was wrong.

It seems that in the next period of time, he can only work part-time to pay off his debts.

500 taels, when will I be able to pay it back?

"Who is she?"

Feng Wuhen muttered to himself.

He could tell that although the woman surnamed Lan was in the land of Fengyue, she was completely different from other women. No matter in terms of temperament or manner, she was so unique.

Even seeing the dead people in the building seemed so calm as water.

"She is the owner of our Wangyue Tower, Lan Xinyu. We usually call her Miss Lan."

The woman thought that Feng Wuhen was asking herself, and answered slowly.

Blue core rain?

Nice name, it sounds poetic.

But at this moment, Feng Wuhen suddenly had an idea and had an idea in his heart.

"Bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Feng Wuhen turned around to look at one of the women, and said urgently.

The woman gave Feng Wuhen a strange look, and hesitantly took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

At that moment, Feng Wuhen scribbled on the paper and wrote a poem.

Go up to the tall building alone at night, and drink with the beauty under the moon.

Regardless of the city, consider the country.

The middle seat of the Beauty Pavilion is peerless and independent.

I would like to be a guest in the building, but there is nothing wrong with asking for sin.

P.S.: I'm outspoken, and I hope the girl will forgive me.

"Okay, leave this to your master."

Feng Wuhen rolled up the poems he had written, handed them to the woman next to him, and said calmly.

This is a poem he cobbled together out of brainstorming, hoping to win Lan Xinyu's favor, so that his next part-time job journey will not be too hard.

The woman nodded, and left the private room with the poem in hand.

The remaining woman began to tell Feng Wuhen about the rules of Wangyue Tower, but Feng Wuhen didn't listen to anything at all.

He was wondering who would come to him next.

Recently, the Songshan School and the Sun Moon God Sect have all sent people to win him over, all for the so-called delusion of dominating the world. He is not interested in these, at least not for now.

He just wants to travel around and learn more martial arts by the way. With the invincible copy system, it can't be too wasteful.

In a boudoir full of fragrance, Lan Xinyu, the owner of Wangyuelou, was sitting in front of the candlelight, holding a piece of paper in his hand, on which was written a poem written by Feng Wuhen on a whim.

Looking at the praise and flattery between the lines, Lan Xinyu couldn't hide the chuckle at the corner of her mouth.

Although it is not a peerless sentence, every time she reads it, her heart beats faster unconsciously, and even her face turns red uncontrollably.

The woman who came to deliver the poem looked at Lan Xinyu with a look of surprise, she had never seen such a struggling expression on the host's face.

"Miss Lan, what did he write?"

The woman suddenly asked curiously.

Hearing the voice of his subordinates, Lan Xinyu was stunned for a moment, and finally came back to his senses, casually threw the paper on the table, curled his lips.

"It's nothing, it's just some moaning and moaning of the prodigal son."

Lan Xinyu shook his head and said.

"Oh..."

"Miss Lan, what about that Mr. Feng surnamed? Are you really going to leave him in Wangyue Tower?"

The woman responded and asked slowly.

"Let's stay here first."

Lan Xinyu hesitated for a moment, then said thoughtfully.

In fact, what she said before was just a joke, but now she has changed her mind a little, and some don't want him to leave just like that.

"Yes."

The woman agreed and slowly exited the room.

Lan Xinyu glanced at the closed door, hesitated for a moment, and picked up the piece of paper thrown on the table again.

...

night, very deep.

The bustling Moon Tower had already closed, and it was surprisingly quiet, with no light to be seen.

The sound of slight snoring was also very clear in this dark night, and there was still a faint smell of wine and powder in the air.

At this moment, five black shadows appeared in the Moonwatching Tower without a sound. After looking at each other, they cautiously approached a room on the second floor.

That was Feng Wuhen's room.

After several people came to the door of the room, one of them took out a slender bamboo pole, gently pierced the window paper, and blew on the bamboo pole.

A faint white smoke gushed out from the bamboo pole and filled Feng Wuhen's room.

After waiting for a while, several people made a gesture, pushed open the door, rushed towards the bed, raised the weapons in their hands, and slashed at the bed at the same time!

Killer!

Chapter 12 Blood Splattered Moon Tower

Moon Tower.

"wrong!"

Five weapons were draped over the bed at the same time!

But I only heard the sound of weapons colliding and the sound of chopping on the bed!

No one on the bed!

One of them couldn't help exclaiming!

All movements of waving weapons stopped, and several people quickly lifted the quilt on the bed, only to find that there was no one there!

What about Feng Wuhen? !

"You guys really don't change your mind!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded from behind the five people, Feng Wuhen did not know when he had appeared behind the unknown killer.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's voice, the killer turned around instantly.

All five of them covered their faces and couldn't see their expressions, but one could guess their shock.

"how is this possible?!"

"You obviously got the Soul Eater Powder!"

One of the five looked at Feng Wuhen standing near the door in surprise, and shouted in disbelief.

Before they entered the room, they had already blown the smoke made by Soul Eater Powder into the room with bamboo poles, and now Feng Wuhen should have already been unconscious.

"Think you can kill me with such a tricky trick?!"

Feng Wuhen sneered, his voice full of disdain.

Although he drank a lot of wine and slept soundly, but when the five people just arrived outside the door, he already knew.

For him now, even he himself is not sure about the realm of martial arts, and any disturbance within ten steps around him cannot be hidden from him, and it has almost become a conditioned reflex perception.

He used the same coping method twice.

Obviously, there were also two groups of people who were fooled.

"Tell me, who sent you here? Tell me, maybe you can leave a whole body."

Feng Wuhen looked coldly at the five black-clothed and masked killers, and asked word by word.

"Stop talking nonsense with him, kill him!"

One of the killers snarled, and took the lead in rushing towards Feng Wuhen brandishing his weapon!

But before he could take a few steps, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed!

Feng Wuhen has already drawn his sword!

A shrill scream instantly broke the tranquility of the night!

The killer, who originally wanted to rely on the strength of the crowd, fell straight in a pool of blood, and his entire head had already rolled off.

Yitian Sword is a peerless magic weapon, it cuts iron like mud, let alone a body of flesh and blood.