Chen Mengyue sighed deeply, and felt like a deflated ball.

"Okay, I promise."

Chen Mengyue said helplessly. She felt nauseous when she thought about serving Jiang Zibo.

“He who knows the times is a hero.”

"Sister Yue, you are very smart, no wonder you can become the manager of Hongmengfang."

Jiang Zibo walked up to Chen Mengyue and put his hand under her chin.

Chen Mengyue felt that she was severely humiliated. As the manager of Hongmengfang, when had she ever suffered such humiliation?

So she lowered her head and was unwilling to raise it.

Jiang Zibo frowned slightly and his eyes became fierce.

"Lift your head!"

Jiang Zi Bo shouted loudly and used his palm to hook Chen Mengyue's chin up.

Slurp~

Jiang Zibo couldn't help but licking his lips. Chen Mengyue's unwillingness to surrender expression really excited him.

"Sister Yue, I like this expression of yours. Keep it on for me tonight!"

Jiang Zi Bo moved close to Chen Meng Yue and blew gently on her face.

"Jiang Zibo, you will be punished!"

Chen Mengyue gritted her teeth.

"Yes, that's the expression I want. I like it."

“Hahaha~”

Jiang Zi Bo laughed loudly with his face up, so arrogant.

"Everyone, enjoy your meals and drinks. All expenses in Red Dream House tonight will be charged to me!"

"Mr. Jiang is so heroic!"

"Mr. Jiang is so generous!"

"I offer a toast to Master Jiang!"

When everyone heard this, they were stunned at first, and then they all toasted.

"See? Everyone is very happy today. Scream louder in the room later to cheer everyone up!"

Jiang Zi Bo lifted Chen Mengyue's chin with a somewhat morbid smile.

"You're such a pervert!"

"I will definitely not say a word!"

Bang~!

With a crisp sound, a faint slap mark appeared on Chen Mengyue's right side.

"This is an order from me, not a negotiation with you!"

Jiang Zibo spoke word by word, his expression becoming very ferocious.

"Go upstairs. I want to see what Miss Mozhu is doing. Why doesn't she see me?"

Jiang Zibo looked towards the third floor and sneered.

Tonight, neither Chen Mengyue nor Mo Zhu can escape.

He wants these two women to serve him together and carefully appreciate their wanton appearance under his crotch!

"Jiang Zibo, don't go too far!"

"We agreed that I would serve you on behalf of Mo Zhu!" Chen Mengyue said gritting her teeth.

"ah?"

"When did I tell you?"

Jiang Zibo spread his hands, looking puzzled.

"you!"

"Everyone, did you hear that?"

Jiang Zibo turned his head and looked towards the lobby, asking everyone.

The people who were drinking and eating meat shook their heads when they heard this. They didn't dare to offend Jiang Zibo.

"Look, no one heard it."

"Stop dawdling and take me upstairs quickly. If I wait until I go upstairs by myself, the nature of the situation will be completely different." Jiang ZiBo threatened.

"Jiang Zibo, you are too greedy!"

"Haha, I am just greedy, what can you do to me?"

Jiang Zibo grabbed Chen Mengyue's chin and squeezed her mouth until it was deformed.

"Take me upstairs!"

Jiang Zibo let go of his hand and spoke in a serious tone.

"We at Hongmengfang are doing business. How can we sell and then take back? Mr. Jiang can make an appointment with Miss Mozhu tomorrow."

Chen Mengyue replied through gritted teeth, trying hard to suppress her inner anger.

"This woman, didn't she say she would take a rest tonight? Why is she accompanying guests again?"

"Take me up there. I want to see who dares to snatch my woman away from me!"

Jiang Zibo said coldly.

Chen Mengyue had no choice but to lead the way reluctantly.

Li Zhiming leaned on the handrail of the wooden stairs leading to the second floor. He saw everything that happened in Hongmengfang.

But he is not a goody-goody. Anyone who wants to be a hero and save the damsel in distress can do it, but he is not interested in that.

What's more, the people behind this Young Master Jiang seem to be the three people from the Taichu Holy Land.

The other side is suspected to have two powerful grandmasters, so he must be extremely careful in his actions.

What Jiang Zi Bo took out should be a corpse puppet, which is much rarer than a puppet.

Although the corpse puppet is not as strong as the puppet, it is more useful and easier to control than the puppet.

Moreover, some corpse puppets retain a trace of the warrior's will when they were refined, which gives the corpse puppet the instinct to practice independently.

Normal puppets are finalized after they are refined. For example, a second-grade puppet will at most have the combat power of a second-grade warrior after it is refined.

But the corpse puppet is different. It can practice on its own to improve its own strength.

Li Zhiming had only seen this rare thing in ancient books, and this was the first time he saw the real thing.

At this time, Chen Mengyue came over with Jiang Zibo.

Li Zhiming folded his arms, leaned against the armrest, stood quietly, his entire face hidden under the brim of his hat.

"Brother, the clothes are pretty nice, where did you buy them?"

Jiang Zi Bo saw someone on the stairs and greeted him with a smile.

“All fabric shops should sell it.”

Li Zhiming replied simply.

"That's interesting. I'll buy two of them when I have time."

Just as Jiang Zi Bo was about to go up to the second floor, he saw Chen Mengyue stop where she was, looking at Li Zhiming eagerly with some apology in her eyes.

"Why don't you leave?"

Jiang Zi Bo asked. He followed Chen Mengyue's gaze and found that it was the man in black.

"Could it be that you are the one who bought Miss Mozhu's night?"

Jiang Zibo turned his head and questioned, his tone and expression became sharp.

He also shook his neck, making a crackling sound, which sounded very intimidating.

Li Zhiming disagreed.

Jiang Zi Bo's realm is at the early sixth level, which is unstable. He should have relied on medicinal pills to reach this level, and it was only recently that he was promoted.

This realm is too weak. Against the Zhenyuan Sect's steady and cautious late seventh-grade disciples, the winning rate may not exceed 30%.

"Exactly."

"Master Jiang wants it?"

"One hundred top-grade spirit stones, I'll sell them to you at the original price." Li Zhiming replied.

"Very good, you are very smart."

Jiang Zi Bo pointed at Li Zhi Ming and nodded his finger fiercely.

"However, I don't have 100 top-grade spirit stones, but I do have 100 low-grade spirit stones. I'll give them to you."

Jiang Zi Bo took a storage bag and waved it in front of Li Zhi Ming, then he loosened his fingers and dropped it onto the wooden ladder.

The storage bag was opened, and dull, low-grade spirit stones scattered all over the ground.

Chen Mengyue was stunned. At first, she was wondering why Jiang Zibo suddenly changed his personality and became so easy to talk to.

I didn't expect that they were humiliating people in various ways.

Li Zhiming looked down at the spirit stone on the ground, his face expressionless.

Jiang Zibo thought that his current power and status were a gift from fate, but little did he know that all gifts from fate already had a price secretly marked on them.

"Sir, here are 100 top-grade spirit stones for you."

"I'm sorry, there's something going on in the shop today, I'm afraid Miss Mozhu can't accompany you."

Chen Mengyue noticed that the atmosphere was a bit tense, so she took out a storage bag and stuffed it into Li Zhiming's hand with a smile.

Her first impression of the young man was quite good and she didn't want to get involved with him.

"good."

Li Zhiming put away the spirit stone and turned to leave.

However, Jiang Zi Bo did not want to let Li Zhi Ming leave.

"Did I let you go?"

Jiang Zi Bo asked coldly, and two corpse puppets suddenly attacked and blocked Li Zhiming's way.

Then he said again.

"You can leave if you want, but it's a serious crime for you to snatch a woman from me!"

"If you kneel down and kowtow to apologize now, I will spare your life. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences yourself!"

Li Zhiming originally wanted Jiang Zibo to live longer, but he didn't expect that he was so anxious to reincarnate.

In that case, I will help him!

"Mr. Jiang, you shouldn't have died."

"At least not today."

Li Zhiming spoke in an indifferent tone, and before he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot.