Crazy Young Empress: Shadowsong Moon Dance

Chapter 142 The Overcrowded Brothel [Part [-]]

Yan Yukuang took a final visual inspection of the manpower involved in each link, and explained a few more words to Lan Jian and Yan Hong.

So he and Lan Cang hid in the hidden box upstairs.

Yan Hong inspected and sorted out her unaccustomed "work clothes" again,
Raising the pink gauze veil in his hand, he said loudly in a seductive voice with eighteen bends:

"Liuzi, open the door and receive the guests..."

With a "creak", the door of Zuixiangju's lacquered gold and carved red solid wood slowly opened halfway.
The door has already been squeezed by the swarming clients outside.

Those who rushed to the front, came in and saw the scenery inside, their eyes widened and their mouths widened, and they stopped in shock.

Those who have not squeezed in from behind continue to push and scramble to get a glimpse of the clues.

After stopping and pushing, the few clients who came in first were shocked by the lively scene in front of them, and their leg cartilage was crisp.

As a result, he was pushed by the people behind him, stretched his limbs and stretched his face, and landed on the ground...

That’s not counting, it also served as a luxury leather carpet for the customers behind in a tragic way,

Enjoying sole massages of all weights and sizes...

A few minutes later, the screams of being trampled and the shock of admiration,

What's more, it's the sound of drooling and nosebleeding...

Yanhong Lianbu swayed her waist slightly and said in a whining voice:

"Sixth son, hurry up and ask someone to help, and help the few masters who fell in front of you to the VIP viewing seats."

Turning around, he said softly to the crowd who were gushing nosebleeds, "Masters, hurry up and take your seats at the VIP seats.

What you see is just a welcome pose that the girls put on to welcome everyone.There will be an individual dance talent show for each girl later. "

Kaizi's prostitutes with strong willpower grabbed the front row seats with handkerchiefs covering their nostrils.

Those with poor willpower still stood there in a daze, and said in a raving manner while drooling:

"My mother... Such a lively and fragrant style, such a bloody costume... Yanhong mother, I can't do it anymore, you hurry up and open a room for me, and call my Xiang'er to accompany me! "

Hey, as expected of a "hanging man", the relationship is hanged because of weak concentration><!
Yanhong hand-cranked silk handkerchief, trembling with laughter, came over to comfort him:

"Hey! Mr. Shang Diao, look at your anxious look, don't you look forward to your amazing performance from Xiang'er later?
Sit down first, I'll let the girl serve you a pot of iced tea..."

(End of this chapter)