Cao Yijing is ability has never been doubted, he said that things will not be so simple, then things will definitely not be so simple. Everyone looked at each other, but they couldn't think of anything wrong, after all, Singh Dad's proposal was very reasonable, and it was definitely a win-win choice.

Lady Sandra will not arrive until tomorrow morning at the earliest, and the extermination of Solar, the "Heart of the Sea", will be tomorrow night. Therefore, everyone basically had nothing to do tonight, in view of the imminent war, so I immediately decided that everyone had a good night's rest, the long-distance journey was already very hard, although our people were physically abnormal, but the fatigue accumulated over the past few days, and we were also very tired.

The building is very spacious, evenly distributed, and almost everyone can occupy one floor. The local survivors sprang into action and arranged for us to stay in the room. Others don't know, but my room is very comfortable, and there is even a big bed in it, which seems to be the place where the boss here rests. There are several huge paintings hanging on the walls of the room, which has a local religious atmosphere.

A crystal chandelier hung upside down on the roof, the whole room illuminated very pleasing to the eye, I closed the door, lay down on the big bed, up and down a few times, felt the good elasticity of the mattress, couldn't help but be satisfied, I thought no wonder people mentioned making money, are energetic, really want to enjoy, it turned out to be so comfortable. This is just a "temporary palace", and the decoration is so luxurious, so what is the scene of the rich man's home? Toilets aren't made of gold and silver, right?

Silly Fork estimated that it was the first time to live in such a good room, and he made a fuss, complaining that the lights were too dazzling for a while, and complaining that the leather mattress was too slippery...... In the end, it decided to squat on the chandelier cover for the night. I was so preoccupied that I didn't bother to talk to it, so I just let it go.

I wanted to lie on the bed and sort out what had happened recently, but I didn't expect that when people were extremely tired, their bodies would not listen to the call at all, and as soon as I lay down, my eyelids became heavy, and I was about to fall asleep in a daze, when I suddenly heard someone knocking on my door.

Reluctantly got up, opened the door and saw that it was Jian Tianhan, and I was angry: "You don't sleep well, why are you coming to me?" Jian Tianhan smiled, handed me a telegram, squeezed his eyes at me, and said shyly: "Old flower, you are lucky to go to the peach blossoms......"

I took the telegram inexplicably, and before I could read it, Jian Tianhan hurriedly said, "I'm going to sleep." He turned around and left.

I closed the door and stood in the doorway, picked up the telegram and looked at it, and was astonished.

The telegram was sent by Brother Jiu, but it was not an official document, it was completely a private letter. In the telegram, Su Wan said that she had received a message from me, and she said that she felt very frightened and uneasy, but also very warm. In the troubled times, someone can like her like this, which makes her feel that she is no longer lonely. However, Su Wan said that she was a little worried, after all, she is now the nominal chief leader of the Fortune Duo base, and Lao Hua you are at least the second-in-command, and your actual prestige may exceed that of me, the ninth brother. If the two of us get "good", will others gossip and say that we run a mom-and-pop shop? Now is the end of the world, everything must be done safely. At the end of the telegram, Su Wan wrote very bluntly: "Lao Hua, thank you for your confession, in fact, I also have a good impression of you, but now is really not the time, now we have to face the crisis of the entire human race, we have to shoulder the revival of the entire human race, everything must be cautious, more cautious, absolutely no mistakes, we can't afford this crime." ”

I was in a daze with the telegram in my hand, and I vaguely guessed something. It must be the ghost of the dead fat man, who pretended to be in my name to court......****** Brother Jiu, now it's okay, I was pushed back by a roast chicken nest neck, and I don't say anything if I don't have a face, the key is how does this matter end?

And I'm a little unsure, I've been almost inseparable from the fat man lately, when did he send a courtship telegram to Su Wan in my name? If it wasn't the dead fat man who did it, then who would have done it? Could it be General Lai Yonglai, who is far away at the Daxueshan missile base?

I was bored and put away the telegram, and was about to turn around and go to sleep, when someone knocked on the door again, I hesitated to open the door, thinking that this time it was Su Wan who regretted it? As a result, when I opened the door, the person standing at the door was not Xiaojian, but Yamansha in a national costume.

The so-called national costume of India, in terms of women, basically refers to the sari. "Saree" or "Sari" is a complex that Indian women cannot give up in their hearts, and Indians interpret their understanding and pursuit of life, aesthetics, and color with their unique creativity. It has been said that "if there is the highest idealism in Tagore's poems, then there is the most beautiful feeling of a woman in the sari". Saris are to Indian women, Hanfu to Chinese women, Ao Dai is to Vietnamese women, and kimono is to Japanese women, elegant and luxurious, graceful and dignified, whether in the bustling urban blocks, or in the quiet country alleys, whether in the wedding and funeral banquets, or in the daily life of work, almost everywhere can you catch a glimpse of the elegant, beautiful "sari". Although Indian women after marriage are generally becoming plump day by day, as long as they are wrapped in a saree, half covered and half exposed, the faint posture is beautiful, looking forward to the divine flight, and the intimidating heart, so that the famous Chinese painting master Zhang Daqian can not help but sigh: Indian sari is the most beautiful dress in the world.

Under the dazzling light, looking at such an Indian beauty in a sari, it was naturally a dreamlike feeling, I was almost stunned, and asked dementedly, "You...... What's the matter? "I was hit hard by Brother Jiu just now, and I haven't recovered yet.

Yamantha had a sweet face and a smile like a flower: "I have come to serve the great gods. With that, he took me by the hand, led me to the side of the big bed, and sat me down. She spun around in place, twisted her waist and shook her arms, and danced in style.

I have to admit that Indian dance is indeed very beautiful, Indian dance has a long history, and for Indians, dance is not only an art, but also a religion. Born of a devout and unselfish love for God, Indian dancers express and interpret everything in the universe through their fingers, arms, eyes, facial features, and body. Therefore, some Indian dances are only performed in temples for the gods to see, and Indian dances also add a layer of mystery.

I tried to tell Yamantha several times that I was a little suspicious of seduction when I ran into a strange man's room at night to dance such a mysterious dance, but she danced so beautifully that I couldn't help but want to watch it for a while, and before I knew it, Yamantha danced for me for a quarter of an hour.

I saw that fine beads of sweat had appeared on her forehead, I knew that she was also tired, hurriedly beckoned her to stop and rest, we Chinese sleep is sleep, not so much exquisite, no more than watching a dance in the middle of the night to sleep.

Yamantha ignored my greetings, and continued to dance, and the rhythm became faster and faster, and at the end, she suddenly shook her whole body, and the sari wrapped in her body fell in her hand, naked in the shape of a goddess, and stopped in front of me slimly, her eyes were like silk, and she looked at me with affection.

The stupid fork exclaimed loudly on the chandelier: "What a black hair! ”

I was originally dazzled by Yamantha, and I couldn't help myself, but after listening to the stupid fork's words, I suddenly felt five thunderbolts on the top, and my head was full of black lines. Hurriedly scolding stupid forks, don't talk nonsense. Turning around, he looked at Yamantha blankly: "Hungry...... I said, what are you doing here? ”

Yamantha smiled slightly, snuggled up, put one hand around my neck, sat on my lap, and pouted: "Did I make up for it, I'm here to serve the gods." She pointed to the necklace pendant hanging around her neck and said with a reverent face, "Everything is God's will." ”

I looked down and saw that the necklace pendant was a small religious statue of a god that I didn't know much about Hinduism and didn't recognize what kind of god it was...... To be honest, I didn't pay my attention entirely to the little idol at this time, and my eyes were always wandering towards the hills behind the idol, and finally stopped at those two protrusions.

Masashi didn't know where North was, Yamantha had already started to help me unbutton my blouse, I woke up suddenly, quickly stopped her little hand, raised my head and said, "Wait a minute, wait a minute...... Yamantha, what the hell is going on? Do Indians still serve the gods like this? "In the Chinese, the gods in general are far away from sex, how can this be the case in India?

Yamantha also seemed to be surprised, and said in surprise: "The gods are great, and as faithful believers, we are willing to sacrifice everything for our gods......" I quickly nodded, and while I was still conscious, I immediately asked, "But there is no need to sacrifice the flesh, right?" It's also too ......."

Next, Yamantha spoke to me of an astonishing human religious darkness.

Yamantha sighed faintly and said, "I used to be a devout Hindu, and my family was a famous family in Karnataka, and in our country, there was a long-standing system of 'temple prostitutes'. "I was dumbfounded, a temple is a temple, the most sacred place in the human heart; And prostitutes are prostitutes, and no matter which dynasty or generation, prostitutes are the lowest group of people, and they are unanimously spurned by morality. I never dreamed that temples and prostitutes, two things that had nothing to do with each other, would come together and become a monstrous new word.

The most terrible thing is, of course, Yamantha's "long-standing system"! What is this called? I was indignant and said, "How can there be such a thing? ”

Yamantha looked helpless and said: "Temple prostitutes, also known as 'temple dancers', is one of the most notorious vices in Hinduism, where temple monks bring poor girls into temples in the name of the gods, nominally to marry gods or act as 'god's handmaidens', but in reality most of them become the 'private property' of monks and devotees at their disposal." When needed, they will also become ****, or eventually become prostitutes. These girls are generally not more than 15 years old when they become 'temple prostitutes', and some are even less than 10 years old, and once they become 'temple prostitutes', they cannot marry for life. In the temple, they suffer all kinds of tortures, and when they are old, they are often resold or abandoned by the temple, and they are in a miserable situation. According to Indian media, prostitutes in many of the current red-light districts in Mumbai, Goa and elsewhere have been born as 'temple prostitutes'. ”

After I heard this, my angry brain cracked, and I shouted: "How can there be such a thing in the world that has lost its conscience? Don't you locals know how to resist? Let those shameless monks spoil the daughters of commoners? Doesn't your Indian government know how to take care of this kind of thing? ”

Yamantha sighed and said, "In the 90s of the last century, various states in India successively enacted laws declaring it illegal to organize girls to join 'temple prostitutes'. In reality, however, the law has only allowed such activities to go underground, especially in parts of northern Karnataka, where the practice is still being secretly transformed. In some poor families, patriarchal parents hope that sending their daughters away will bring good luck to the family, and on the other hand, they believe that their daughters can find their own happiness by marrying the gods. Many Indians believe that despite the various regulations enacted by the Indian government to ban 'temple prostitutes', the legal authorities in some regions have turned a blind eye to this and even tacitly acquiesced in the occurrence of similar acts. A journalist in Karnataka reported that to this day, at least 1,000 girls are still forced to join the ranks of 'temple prostitutes' every year because of poverty, which is the main reason why many media outlets are not convinced after the local police announced the results of the investigation. ”

I couldn't believe my ears and said, "What did you say? Every year at least a thousand young girls become new temple prostitutes? So how many temple prostitutes are there in your India? Yamantha shook her head and said, "I don't know about this, and there are no exact official statistics, but in my hometown of Karnataka, there will be at least 100,000 temple prostitutes." ”

I was completely speechless! Straight crash! Utterly angry! I ****** hastily, I can't accept such a reality no matter what! What ****** the largest democracy, what ****** one of the four great ancient civilizations, and what ****** the lord of the Indian Ocean...... Did you Indian high-ranking officials and bigwigs grow up in your mother's ****? How can you tolerate such outrage in your kingdom?

The little **** that was teased at first was completely extinguished at this time, and I was so angry that my mouth full of teeth creaked and creaked as I bittened. Yamantha was frightened, and said tremblingly: "Mr. Flower, you ......" I said weakly: "Call me old flower." Yamantha quickly changed her words and said, "Old flower...... Don't you get angry, okay? My body is clean, I'm still a virgin......"

My heart was like a knife when I listened, tears were about to flow, and I couldn't stop shouting: "This is our world, this is our human world, this is our human civilized world...... Go******! "In such a world, some people live worse than dogs.

Yamantha curled up in my arms and trembled, and whispered: "Old flower, don't be angry, my body is clean, I am willing to dedicate 'it' to the gods, I believe that you can save us weak civilians, please don't dislike me, I am willing to be your most devout believer......" She said very sincerely, no one would doubt the truth of these words, but after these words reached my ears, it made me feel even more sad.

I said shamefully, "You can ask for my protection, or you can be my believer, but you don't have to sleep with me to show your loyalty to me." Yamantha smiled bitterly: "I also know that this may not be in line with your Chinese habits, but everyone suggested that I do this, and they said that only in this way can I obtain the protection of the gods and help everyone survive this catastrophe." ”

I glanced at the door and asked, "Your companion picked you up?" What about them? Isn't it hiding in the doorway eavesdropping? Yamantha bowed her head, wiped away tears from my shoulder, and smiled, "How can it be, besides...... Besides, I'm not completely forced by everyone, and I'm willing to do it myself......"

I "shh I put my arms around her smooth body, like a little fish holding us, and let her be just a baby praying for protection, without a trace of distraction in my mind, at that time I just thought, do I have the ability to protect our world like Yamantha?

The two of us were relatively speechless, and sat silently, I didn't move, and Yamantha didn't dare to move, and time suddenly stood still, only the little eyes of the silly fork glittered on the chandelier guard. It also seemed to be stunned by this human tragedy, and did not say a word of nonsense.

At this time, someone was knocking on my door, and before we could reflect it, the mahogany carved door was pushed open at once, and Jian Tianhan, wearing pajamas and pajamas, broke in all of a sudden, holding a telegram in his hand, and opened his mouth to say: "Lao Hua, Brother Jiu is telegraphing again...... Yes! ”

When he saw Yamantha sitting naked on my lap, he was stunned and looked at us blankly. Yamantha blushed suddenly, hugged me tightly, and put her head on my shoulder, not daring to look at Jian Tianhan standing at the door.

The three of us stayed like this for half a minute, and Jian Tianhan's stupid boy finally reflected, and handed the telegram to me, knowing that there were seven or eight meters between me and him, so he let go of the telegram, and then ran away, "Touch!" "Shut the door of my room.

I looked at the ceiling and thought to myself that this was the end, and half of the old flower's reputation was now completely ruined. Jian Tianhan and Wang Xiaoyuan have always talked about everything, Wang Xiaoyuan is now the right-hand man of Brother Jiu, and he must not hide anything from Brother Jiu...... If Brother Jiu knew about this, if Hai would agree to my proposal, then God would be blind. (To be continued.) )