Three thousand taels of silver, buy a brothel girl's top card?

This old man's brain, I'm afraid it's not the same as his hair, it's also loose.

Two thousand taels is enough to buy the girl of this ship.

He even offered three thousand and twelve, just to make a girl's top card?

Haha! !

Let him be the joke here.

The old man with a knife is very proud: sure, it is his own calculation of baldness!

After sitting down leisurely, he took a sip: "The old immortal, dare to fight with me? Then I will let you taste what shame..."

It is definitely a joke to play a girl's top card for three thousand taels of silver!

Moreover, this joke is estimated to be enough for thirty to fifty years.

Feng Chenglin looked at him thoughtfully: "I said, brother, someone who can buy three thousand taels for a girl, Chu-Ye, don't care about these three or two thousand taels. They pay more attention. , It's face..."

Dingmiao was very cooperative and added: "Take tonight as an example. That old bald man is equivalent to taking three thousand taels of silver, which has smashed your face!"

Feng Chenglin nodded: "Yes, in the future, everyone will know that your sword master was taken three thousand taels of silver in this land boundary, and you dare not say that the atmosphere was smashed..."

This old man with a knife was in a good mood, but he thought that he had calculated the bald old thing and felt happy.

I thought, after being talked about by these two people, the mood fell all the way to the bottom.

"Shut up for me..." The old man with a knife glared in anger: "What do you know? I am a strategy, do you understand the strategy?! Just a yellow-haired girl who slept for a night, but only a hundred or two days. What about him? It took three thousand taels, don't you... don't you think he is the joke?"

Feng Chenglin tilted his head and aimed at Dingmiao: "What do you think?"

Dingmiao shook his head: "I just feel that the old man is rich, bold, and aura... I just smashed these three thousand taels tonight. I estimate that in the next few decades, no more No one can overcome this old bald aura..."

Feng Chenglin gave a very cooperative thumbs up: "I feel so too!"

The old guest with the knife was completely angry: "You..."

What the **** is this theory? !

Three thousand taels, Chu-Ye, who bought a girl, is such a joke turned into an aura? !

There was thunderous applause, and amidst the applause, Miss Cuicui was put on a red hijab and was sent to the third floor.

On the third floor, the bald old man was very proud and waved at the old man with a knife: "Don't worry, brother, tonight, Miss Cui Cui is mine. Tomorrow night, you can spend thirty-two. Yours, haha..."

The harsh laughter of the bald old man, like a needle prick, pierced into the ears of the old man with a knife.

"Old stuff..."

Tomorrow night, he doesn't know if he will spend these thirty taels!

However, this old, undead, bald old thing must not be seen anymore.

He clenched his hands tightly, his bones creaked, gritted his teeth and stared at the bald old man.

"Do you think... you are so special tonight, can you still spend the night in the bridal chamber?"

Feng Chenglin and Dingmiao looked at each other quietly, both pretending not to understand.

"Brother, you won't go to listen tonight...Listen to them making trouble in the bridal chamber, right?"

"If you go, don't forget to bring our brothers and we will join in the fun too!"