The boat approached the shore of the stone bridge. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Under the faint light on both sides of the Seine, the woman on the stone bridge resembled a flame burning in the wind.

Wesley hurriedly asked the boatman, "Oh, I wonder what's going on?" ”

"I'm sorry sir, I can't carry you anymore, and I can refund you all the money for the boat. You see my Lydia is coming, oh my Lydia! The boatman said excitedly, incoherently, completely ignoring Wesley and Feng Wanying's inexplicable expressions.

The bearded boatman tied the boat to the shore, took the money out of his pocket, handed it to Wesley, and ran to the arched bridge in a puff of smoke.

"Oh, Wanying, we only have to walk home!" Wesley said helplessly, and then helped Wanying out of the boat.

Bursts of cheerful laughter came from the arch bridge, and this laughter came from far and near.

It turned out to be the bearded boatman leading the woman on the arched bridge to Wesley and Wanying happily.

Under the bright street lamp, Wanying could see the woman clearly: long, curly brown-red hair pinned with gorgeous hairpins, a long red dress embroidered with strange totems waving in the wind, arms covered with colorful crystal beads, and large, brown deep-set eyes that smelled of mixed blood.

The woman stopped in front of them, her eyes quickly scanning the faces of Wanying and Wesley, and a piercing light shot out of those half-blood eyes, and in an instant the light became dim and soft again.

"Dear gentlemen and gentlemen, thank you for visiting Paris, the city where love is sold!" The woman spread her hands and said with regret.

Feng Wanying and Wesley didn't speak, they were both cultured people, and they might say some reckless words before they opened their mouths before they figured out what was going on, and neither of them wanted to lose points in each other's eyes in the early days of their affection for each other.

"Ahh......h

"You ...... Do I need to count a hexagram? The woman dragged out a long tail note after "you".

"I'm sorry ma'am, we still have something to do, we have to go first!" Wesley was a little angry in his heart, he had carefully arranged a romantic night cruise on the Seine, which was disturbed by this inexplicable man and woman, but all this did not show on his face, he restrained himself and continued to maintain the gentlemanly demeanor he should have.

"Oh, sir, my hexagram is very spiritual, and nothing escapes my eyes in Paris!"

"We're so sorry, we really don't need to!" Wesley pulled Feng Wanying up and wanted to leave.

"The love of flowers and bees is thorny and inseparable, and the cheating of bumblebees is a war of blood......" The woman suddenly began to chant in an aria-like bass, writhing around Wesley and Feng Wanying in a strange dance as she sang.

Wesley and Feng Wanying were dizzy from the dance, and the bearded boatman was smirking with his cheeks on the side.

Although the woman was whispering, this trembling low-frequency sound wafted back and forth along the banks of the Seine, like a low echo.

The echo is like the rolling thunder before a storm, so oppressive that it is difficult to breathe.

Under the light, Wan Ying saw Wesley's face begin to turn red and white, and she knew that it was the woman's somewhat insinuating words that angered him, but he continued to try to restrain himself.

After a moment the woman stopped her strange steps, two more piercing lights shot out of her eyes, and her face became a little hideous under the bright streetlight.

"Oh, dear sir and lady, please forgive me for my presumptuous to-night, but I have to say......" The woman's eyes looked back and forth over Wesley's and Wanying's faces.

"The earth is about to be angry, the dragon is about to appear, and the sky is about to be stained red with blood!!" The woman spoke loudly and loudly, her expression frightened, her features distorted.

Wan Ying noticed that the bearded man next to her was still giggling strangely silently, in fact, no one could see the expression on his face, but she didn't know why she kept thinking he was laughing.

The woman continued to sweep Wesley's face with her big brown eyes, which seemed to be truly perceptive, and finally stopped at Feng Wanying's beautiful face.

"Dripping, blood, dragon, ......" The woman deliberately lowered her voice this time, and said word by word, gritting her teeth, as if she was only saying it to Feng Wanying alone.

After saying these words, the woman pulled up her beard as if no one was around, and continued to walk into the distance with that kind of god-like dance steps, perhaps because her red dress was so long that she could not see her ankles, so it always gave people the feeling of drifting away.

The woman who was far away did not forget to turn around and send them a flirtatious kiss and a string of unbridled laughter......

Feng Wanying didn't understand what this woman meant by these words to her, she only felt that the pair of men and women were a little crazy.

In addition, Feng Wanying felt a burst of admiration in her heart, and she admired the strong restraint of the young man beside her.

Who would have thought that this admiration had just arisen from his heart, but Wesley chased in the direction of the woman who was far away.

Before Wan Ying could shout the word "Wesley", Wesley had already caught up with the strange man and woman.

However, Wanying's fears that Wesley would do anything excessive did not happen, and she saw that they had been talking in a low voice not far away, but Wanying couldn't hear the conversation at all.

In about six or seven minutes, Wesley was back with her.

At this time, all that remained on the banks of the Seine was a faint strange laugh and an awkward couple of men and women.

Wanying didn't know what Wesley was going to theorize about that weird pair of men and women, but she finally heard Wesley scold in a low voice, "Damn gypsy woman!" ”。

In the end, the young nobleman still did not restrain his emotions!

In fact, Feng Wanying didn't understand what Wesley was thinking during the whole process, what she saw was only the appearance of things.

What spurred Wesley the whole thing was the last two words of the gypsy woman!

Even if the gypsy woman disturbed his carefully arranged situation for many days, as a man who was trying to have fun, he still restrained his emotions, but what did she mean by those strange words? How did she know about Dragonpo? That's what he cares about the most!

He chased after him, lowered his voice and asked, "Sorry ma'am, can I ask you a question?" ”

Wesley didn't want Wanying to hear his conversation with the gypsies.

"Well, dear Murch, I'll say he'll be back!" The woman said triumphantly to the bearded boatman beside her.