Girl, let me check it out.

Although he thought so, Wang Zhiyou seemed to benefit greatly from it.

He snorted, took out a folding fan from somewhere, and opened it with a rustling sound.

"No."

Fang Weihan: "..."

If not, then why are you pretending?

Seeing Fang Weihan's speechless expression, Wang Zhiyou quickly explained:

"Although this Huanhua Tower is not undertaken by Wang Clan of Langya, we have invested in it."

Shen Yuanxing took over the conversation with a smile:

"It's like this. Huanhua Tower is known as the best brothel in the world. Someone must have arranged the relationship for it. However, the power behind it is quite mysterious and does not reveal itself."

"Langya Wang's family and my Wuchang Shen's family have both invested in this, but I don't even know the details of this matter. This shows how powerful the forces behind them are."

"So that's it!"

Fang Weihan nodded as if he understood.

The moment he stepped into the archway, the scenery around him suddenly changed. The two people beside him, the carved beams and painted buildings around him, and the crowd in front of him all disappeared.

All that was left was a bluestone table and a set of writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Please write a poem!"

Three words are floating in the sky.

Fang Weihan drew out his sword Luminous with a clang and observed his surroundings vigilantly as if facing a formidable enemy.

There was endless darkness in the silent void, so quiet that not a single sound could be heard.

What's the situation?

Fang Weihan was shocked and confused.

Is it an illusion?

Is there anyone else in Changming City who can perform such a sophisticated illusion?

How should I get out?

"Please write a poem!"

Those three words are still floating there.

Fang Weihan gripped the hilt of the sword cautiously and slowly walked towards the bluestone table.

Compose poetry?

"I will write a poem on the theme of love. I will give you my wonderful writing skills. I hope you will not refuse."

The first line of the paper reads:

Fang Weihan frowned and fell into deep thought.

Can I get out just by writing a poem?

He picked up the wolf hair brush next to him and prepared to write a random poem to try.

"Love is not regular, relatives shed tears..."

Just as the pen was about to touch the ink, his hand suddenly stopped.

Fang Weihan stared at the sentence suspiciously, muttering to himself.

"I give you my wonderful writing, I hope you won't refuse... What does this sentence mean?"

Isn't it warning me that I must write well?

If I can’t write well, will I be unable to get out?

Fang Weihan's eyes suddenly became strange.

In this case……

He pondered for a moment and finally changed the poem.

"The precious mat with ripples on the water makes me think of you forever, a thousand miles of good times ends in one night.

From now on, I have no desire to enjoy the good night, and I will let the bright moon go down to the west tower. "

He chuckled softly.

"Oh, it doesn't matter if I don't want this relationship. I won't fall in love with anyone."

"Including Xie Lingwan."

"I said!"

After finishing the poem, Fang Weihan blew on the ink, feeling extremely satisfied.

A light flashed before his eyes, and he was back under the archway, with the bustling night scene of Changming before him.

Are you back?

That's it?

He was a little confused.

What on earth is this illusion for?

"I heard there's a big event going on in Huanhua Tower today!"

"What's the big event, Fatty?"

"I don't know about that, but many top players will come."

"Oh? Then I'll go check it out."

Shen Yuanxing and Wang Zhiyou were still chatting nearby.

Fang Weihan looked confused.

Why do these two people seem to have no reaction?

After a while, seeing that they still had no reaction, Fang Weihan finally couldn't help but ask:

"Did you suddenly feel a strange feeling just now?"

Shen Yuanxing and Wang Zhiyou turned their heads at the same time and stared at him.

"What's that strange feeling?"

Shen Yuanxing asked curiously.

"Is it okay to feel like sneezing a little?"

Wang Zhiyou said carelessly.

Fang Weihan: "..."

"Nothing. Maybe I'm hallucinating."

Fang Weihan shook his head.

"Tsk tsk, you're really not good enough!"

"It's okay! I've got you covered."

Wang Zhiyou came over and patted Fang Weihan on the shoulder and said with a smile.

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"Go, go, I can do it very well."

Fang Weihan pushed away Wang Zhiyou, who was standing next to him, with a look of disgust.

"Brother Wang, I don't know if I can do it, but I know you definitely can't."

Fang Weihan looked at Wang Zhiyou, who was standing next to him with a smug look on his face, and an idea came to his mind.

He looked confident and said with great assurance.

"impossible!"

Wang Zhiyou simply waved his hand to deny it.

"Hey, Brother Wang, don't be so quick to deny it."

Fang Weihan waved his hands, looking mysterious.

"If you don't believe me, I'll activate the blood and press the area one inch above your lumbar spine. If you don't react, just assume I didn't say anything."

"But if you have a reaction, then what I said came true."

Wang Zhiyou looked disdainful.

He is a second-level Mingwu and not an ordinary person. What's wrong with pressing it?

"Press it if you want. I'm never afraid of these things."

He pressed it casually, apparently with considerable force.

Tsk tsk.

Fang Weihan observed a second of silence for him.

That place is an acupuncture point on a remote meridian, which is responsible for the Yangguan and Yangyuan. Regular pressing of it helps to gather Yang energy.

Men's ecstasy hole.

The process may be a little painful the first few times, but you’ll get used to it after doing it more often.

Most people don't know about this unconventional acupuncture point, as for how I know it...

The corner of Fang Weihan's mouth twitched.

It's a bit embarrassing to say.

I specifically studied these when I first fantasized about having children with Xie Lingwan.

I am really... far-sighted.

Fang Weihan barely convinced himself, and he looked at Wang Zhiyou with a gloating look.

This was enough for him.

Shen Yuanxing, who was standing next to him, saw Wang Zhiyou’s body tremble.

He asked curiously:

"Brother Wang, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Zhiyou held his waist with his hands, his face was pale and trembling.

At that moment just now, he felt as if he had ascended to heaven.

It felt like my kidneys no longer belonged to me. The feeling of weakness and powerlessness was so uncomfortable.

He looked at the culprit of all this with an unspeakable fear in his eyes.

"What the hell is this?"

Wang Zhiyou held his waist and spoke with difficulty.

"This is love call transfer."

Fang Weihan said with a smile.

"You can't see the weakness, but you can see it when you move to this position."

"Feeling uncomfortable is a sign of weakness."

"I don't believe it. Let me press it."

Wang Zhiyou asked doubtfully.

"Come on, press whatever you want."

Fang Weihan looked indifferent.

I almost pressed through this acupuncture point back then, so why would I be afraid of these two moves?