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Chapter 19

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    The medical woman was silent for a moment.

    Didn't you say these words because you want to hold hands?

    Although it makes sense.

    Shi Manman frowned and looked at the game screen on the screen, falling into his own confusion for the first time.

    But meditation can never change anything, the game is still going on, and the time in Chang'an City will pass bit by bit in this meditation.

    A quarter of an hour after you time, the oiran came on stage and presented a dance in neon clothes and feathers.

    When the music is played, if a cold wind blows over the remnants of early winter, it is also like a trickle of water, which is better than flying geese in the sky.

    Oiran is a tall woman wearing a veil, with creamy skin, a delicate bun, and a feather hairpin decorated with glass, which makes the neon clothes and feathers on her body more eye-catching, and the lines are lifelike.

    Every movement and rotation, there is a kind of elegance and luxury, not an oiran performing arts, but the demeanor of Yang Yuhuan, the first beauty of the Tang Dynasty who performed dances back then.

    There is no deliberate display, as if that kind of feeling is naturally revealed, and it is something that exists in the bones.

    "This oirandoesn't look any better than the bustard."

    After taking the tea to cool down, he narrowed his eyes slightly to look at the dancing oiran, his cheeks already had a slight mist of drunkenness, and his eyebrows and eyes, which matched the aroma of books, were a little more peach-colored.

    Holding a sword and standing with a pair of chopsticks on his fingertips, he was trying to pick up a bowl of Yangchun noodles in front of him. Hearing the words that the tea was cold, he simply threw away the chopsticks, "One thing to say, it is true."

    "The old bustard is the kind of soul-stirring beauty. As for the oiran, at most it can be called the beauty of the sky. But with the soul-stirring front, the so-called beauty of the sky is meaningless."

    The poor monk dressed as a Buddhist disciple inserted into the conversation between the two of them without hesitation, and then attached a wretched emoticon package for old uncles.

    Gossip appears in casual topics.

    When the three wanted to go deeper into the discussion, the dancing oiran jumped onto the bouquet with her toes, and rushed straight over with the cold double blades in her hands.

    Under the candlelight, the thick blood streak was still clearly reflected.

    "Fuck, what is it? Boss?"

    Drunk people always speak indiscriminately like this. When you think that someone is a reserved and polite woman after drinking tea, she can swear and shatter the image.

    Standing with a sword in hand, she didn't panic, because she didn't drink, and she even casually typed a line, "Don't worry, let me eat noodles first."

    "Holding the sword, you still eat noodles at any time, go!"

    The poor monk, who has always been wretched, is not lecherous and panicked.

    After all, the oiran who was dancing in front of you one moment, and even flirting with you, can turn into a bloody and fierce boss the next moment to attack your squeaking blood bar, and you will be scared to death!  good thing.

    "Monk, don't bb, my mother lives abroad and eats Western food every day. How can I finally be able to eat a bowl of noodles and your whole wool?"

    Speaking of this, the Yangchun noodles in front of me are definitely too much to eat.

    Standing upside down with a sword in hand, he didn't frantically attack his teammates because he was interrupted from eating noodles, but he aimed at the beautiful eyes of the oiran as soon as he passed the chopsticks.

    It can be called brutal.

    However, the blood bar only dropped by three percent.

    A good start is always inspiring. Once you enter the brothel full of energy, you will have no sense of existence. After seeing it, you will make a cheerleading slogan like a little girl.

    "Sister Holding Sword is amazing, Sister Holding Sword is excellent, Sister Holding Sword is the first to kill w!!!"

    A shy yingying emoticon package is also included as an encouragement.

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