Gao Wu's harem started from a brothel

"Well."

Zheng Yi was thinking secretly, tapping his temple with his right hand, and grabbing Zhang Ningyun's hair with his left hand and moving it up and down vigorously.

What could happen if the army came to Ziyang? Could it be that there are rebels here?

For some reason, he felt uneasy.

"Ah."

Zheng Yi chuckled. All his uneasiness came from his lack of strength.

We should still work hard on our practice.

Come, help me practice Pure Yang Energy.

Zheng Yi gently moved Zhang Ningyun's red lips away for the time being, then turned over and jumped up, holding her hips and grabbed her hands behind her back, pushing and pushing her, making her lie on the window.

Zhang Ningyun, who was supported only by her chest, moaned softly, and her white and soft skin was squeezed and deformed.

The silk robe fell gently to the ground.

Zhang Ningyun was stunned and her eyes curved with a smile.

The sea was overwhelming, the waves were raging, and the torrent of impact fell on the soft rocks.

……

"You just let them go like this? Aren't you afraid that something might happen?" Magistrate Zhang said with an impatient look on his face.

Mrs. Zhang paused while embroidering and said in a gentle tone: "What can I do? Yun'er said she missed him."

"Besides, Yun'er will be married soon, so what's wrong with letting them meet her?"

Magistrate Zhang was furious: "Ridiculous, how ridiculous! How shameless!"

He glanced at Mrs. Zhang and walked away.

"As for a place like Zhang's, I might as well stay overnight at Tianxiang Tower." The voice came from afar and gradually faded away.

Mrs. Zhang smiled lightly, dropped her embroidery, stood up and walked towards Zhang Ningyun's boudoir.

It's just an excuse for not coming back at night.

"Ridiculous! You don't know what ridiculous means."

……

"The imperial army is finally coming."

Inside the mansion, there was a man with a righteous look, about two meters tall, with a sturdy body, looking quite majestic.

At this moment, he was pacing back and forth in the hall with joy.

This sturdy man who looks unstable is Gongsun Pan, the helper of the Liehuo Gang.

There were still quite a few people in the hall, all of them were fat and strong, with evil spirits around them, and I don't know how many lives they had been responsible for.

Guo Hongyi and Wu Jie, who were relatively familiar with Zheng Yi, were also among them, but compared to the people next to them, they did not have as much evil aura.

"Boss..." A dark-faced sturdy man walked forward and asked respectfully: "This kind of army passing through the border should be bad for the development of the Fiery Gang..."

As the sturdy man spoke, he carefully observed Gongsun Pan's expression, looking somewhat cautious.

"What do you know..." Gongsun Pan chuckled, looking around the hall with relief, and said: "Today I will explain to everyone clearly, I am Gongsun Pan, a captain in the Yong'an Army of the Dazheng Dynasty. I came to Ziyang to prepare personnel for dispatch according to the order of the army commander. If everyone can make contributions in the future, maybe they can also fight for a future for themselves."

"If you don't cooperate..." Gongsun Pan didn't say it explicitly, but the subtle deep meaning in the corners of his mouth couldn't be ignored.

Everyone on the field had different expressions, some were surprised and some were thoughtful.

There were a few people who looked extremely calm, and didn't seem to care much about the news.

But upon closer inspection, those people were the original veterans of the Fiery Gang, and they must have come from the army with Gongsun Pan.

Wu Jie and Guo Hongyi looked at each other, hesitation on their faces.

The attitude of the Yong'an Army towards the Liehuo Gang is still unknown. Just because the gang leader is a centurion in the army, he cannot think that he has become a direct descendant of the army.

The two of them escaped from the army's looting.

Thieves come like combs, soldiers come like rakes, they had seen this before in their previous village.

The sun was shining outside the window, and in the hall, Gongsun Pan passionately described a beautiful future scenario to the gang's middle and senior management.

Everyone responded with a yearning.

Wu Jie and Guo Hongyi became worried.

……

The sunlight is scattered.

There was another snow-white body by the windowsill.

The feel of a mature woman is naturally different from Zhang Ningyun's girlish experience. It is softer and more gentle, with a watery and soft feeling compared to the girl's elasticity.

Zheng Yi closed his eyes slightly, well... the feeling is even more different.

The temperament of it.

On weekdays, Mrs. Zhang is a lady from a noble family, gentle and quiet, as if the wind blows gently but the snow falls gently. The atmosphere around her is dignified, generous, graceful and luxurious.

But this time, it was quite different.

The spring is brewing like mountains and rivers.

At this moment, her delicate skin was still flushed, and her peach blossom eyes were as charming as spring water. She was so beautiful and tempting.

crime?

Could it be more criminal than this?

The inside and outside of Zhang Ningyun's delicate and cute appearance were now being rubbed repeatedly on Zheng Yi's back. With each squeeze and press, it was like a piece of cotton candy with a frankincense aroma, spreading and deforming on his back.

The slightly immature body under his crotch was sometimes gentle and tender, sometimes her little mouth was affectionate and passionate, and sometimes, her face was flushed and she raised her head to moan.

The mountains and rivers are boiling hot.

Mrs. Zhang's flexible tongue climbed up her body until it met Zhang Ningyun at the dragon pillar, and naturally there was another entanglement.

Thousands of beauties are competing with each other for beauty.

Until the desire overflows from my eyes.

"Husband~"

Extremely sticky and demanding, full of charm and charm.

Ok?

Zheng Yi looked down and said in an unhappy tone: "Do you know what Yun'er called me?"

The rippling feeling pauses, then starts again.

The mother and daughter paused for a moment.

"Boer~"

The outcome of the battle of Buzhou Mountain was unclear, and the kiss of the goddess was separated at the touch, outlining a beautiful silver line.

A tender voice sounded at the same time: "Father~"

The voices are melodious and different in nature, one is mature and charming, the other is crisp and attractive.

"Come on then." Zheng Yi was satisfied, his tone smug.

Ah ~

No need to measure, it is hard to forget.

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Author's Note: A bit busy

Chapter 17021: Passing By (Thanks to Gu De for the reward and for the monthly ticket)

Breeze, dusk, setting sun.

People are hurrying on the road.

Turn a few street corners and pass through some quaint alleys full of ancient charm.

"Ridiculous, really ridiculous." Zheng Yi shook his head as he walked, with self-blame on his face.

The transformation of Pure Yang Energy into strength is slow to begin with, and I have been obsessed with it for the entire day today. It is such a waste of time.

In contrast, Zheng Yi has hope.

With the addition of the progress bar, the addition of pure external skills to strength is more obvious.

Internal training is a slow and painstaking process. Even if Zheng Yi managed to comprehend it by force using the data panel and achieve perfection, with unparalleled strength accumulation, it still takes time to transform essence and energy into strength.

How can one be obsessed with practicing Pure Yang Energy every day? The foundation of one's life now is still external skills.

Moreover, ever since he learned that the Yong'an Army was coming to Ziyang County, Zheng Yi always had an inexplicable sense of uneasiness.

This feeling seems vague, yet clear and definite.

Zheng Yi, who had just relaxed, was still feeling nervous and had a slight tightness in his chest.

Bang.

I was passing by an alley and heard the sound of breaking dishes. I wondered if it was the sound of breaking dishes.

Zheng Yi, who was secretly thinking about the uneasiness in his heart, looked slightly solemn.

A bit noisy?

Squinting his eyes he looked inside.

It seems like someone is bullying men and women?

Zheng Yi shook his head, bored.

Better go.

……

The gambling house is just three or two dark rooms at the entrance of the alley. There is not enough light inside even in broad daylight. However, the noise and dim environment can make people's emotions fluctuate greatly.

"big big big!"

"Small!"

"Turn it around, turn it around!"

"I won!"

"Ha ha……"

The noise, the scolding, the wild laughter or the pain, the sounds are noisy, but they can make people's blood boil.

"What a fucking unlucky thing?"

A feminine curse came from the gambling table in the middle.

Looking at the countless silver coins of all sizes on the gambling table, I really don’t know how such a small wooden table can bear such value.

The man who spoke had a fierce look on his face, with anger still lingering between his brows. He was still not satisfied after cursing, so he grabbed the hair of a woman next to him and pulled her hard onto the wooden table.

With a bang, blood oozed from the woman's head.

"Since I bought you today, I have become unlucky. You are such a jinx."

As he said this, he slapped the woman's cheek so loudly that her head, which had just bounced slightly, was slapped back onto the wooden table. Even the silver on the wooden table bounced a few times.

The woman's body was shaking and tears were dripping from her eyes. She didn't dare to raise her head even as the other party beat her.

"Bitch, just like your father who owes money!"

The feminine man stood up and kicked the woman off the table, causing her to roll on the ground.

"Damn it." The man sat down on the chair and reached for his gambling tools. Then he glanced at the woman on the ground and cursed: "Are you dead? You unlucky thing. If you're not dead, pour me a glass of wine."

The woman's body trembled, and she struggled to get up, grabbing her somewhat messy clothes. She picked up a small jar of wine from the side and poured it into the bowl on the table.

Feeling painful and weak, the hand holding the jar of wine began to shake. Before the bowl of wine was filled, the turbid wine spilled all over the corner of the table.