"Hah...... Autumn. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Jing Ling scratched the tip of his itchy nose and said depressedly in his heart: One sneeze was missed, two sneezes were abused, and three sneezes got a cold. I don't know many people in this world, could it be that Lin Yan is thinking about me?

Thinking of the unknown Lin Yan and the imprisoned slave, Jing Ling couldn't help but speed up his pace, and complained to the little devil beside him: "I said brother, you don't want to kidnap me." ”

"How much do you get for selling it?" The little devil smiled as he walked: "To do the first precept of trading, you must be calm. ”

Jing Ling directly threw a roll of his eyes at the little devil, and they had been walking for more than half an hour in this nine-bend and eighteen-bend lane. On both sides, most of them are three- to five-storey commercial and residential buildings, with drying racks running overhead, and a dazzling array of goods often filling a section of the alleyway.

Occasionally, the lanes will be as wide as the city roads, and there are also towers of considerable scale. These watchtowers have different styles, the smell of rouge can be smelled across hundreds of meters is the incense building, the abuse and the sound of shaking the dice are constantly the casino, and those roofs are steaming at a glance to know that it is a bathhouse.

The bustling alleyway has too many branches to count, and whenever Jing Ling thinks it is at the end, it turns out that it is actually just the beginning of another alleyway. And the little devil seems to know everything about this labyrinthine alleyway, only to see him with Jing Ling to wear left and right, and even those prostitutes with heavy makeup can't make them stop.

When Jing Ling saw the familiar bustard again, he said to the little devil with a puzzled face, "Why is this bustard so familiar? Wait, the prostitute next to her was trying to force me into that rose garden, yes, we've already walked through here! ”

"Actually, we're here for the third time." The little devil said nonchalantly.

Jingling "......"

The little devil glanced at Jing Ling and said unhappily: "What kind of expression do you have, you shouldn't think I'm lost, right?" ”

"What other explanation do you have for the argument of getting lost?"

Jing Ling had already settled on the fact that the little devil was lost, but soon he felt something wrong through his afterglow.

"Looks like you're aware of it." The little devil whispered: "Don't look back, this will be discovered by them, the reason why I haven't told you is that I am afraid that you will suddenly make them wary of abnormal behavior." ”

Jing Ling pretended to be casual when he heard this, he walked to the fruit stall on the side, and whispered to the little devil while pretending to pick fruits: "How many of them are there?" ”

The little devil also stepped forward and picked out two apples, and after he paid for it, he handed one to Jing Ling, and at the same time leaned in front of Jing Ling and said, "It is estimated that there are only two of them." ”

"It's a ukulele?"

"Look at the outfit of the people in the market, it should be from the wiki."

Wiki? Jing Ling couldn't help but feel puzzled, Wiki had no grievances with them, why did he send someone to follow them?

The little devil guessed: "Didn't Sophie say that the wiki wants to recruit you into the tourists?" I think it's likely that these two stalkers were sent by him to spy on us. ”

"Do you have any good way to get out?" Jing Ling said after taking a bite of the apple.

The little devil tilted his head to the four-story watchtower in front of him, and the patterned signboard was engraved with a line of peculiar gold lacquer characters, which meant 'Rose Garden'. The little devil raised his eyebrows and said, "That's a good idea." ”

Jing Ling almost choked to death with an apple in his throat when he heard this, this guy's way is to enter the incense building!

But the little devil didn't give Jing Ling a chance to choose, so he saw him gnaw the apple flesh in three or two clicks, threw down the pit, wiped his hands with his clothes, and walked towards the Rose Garden.

When the old bustard saw that a guest was coming, he immediately raised the silk handkerchief in his hand and smiled happily and said, "Gentlemen, come on, there is a drunken dream waiting for you here." ”

The prostitutes behind the bustard were all dressed open-chested and exposed, and from time to time they threw flattering glances at Jing Ling and the little devil.

"Open me an upper room, we just want to see the singer perform." The little devil said in an old-fashioned manner.

When the old bustard heard this, he couldn't help but suspect in his heart, he only needed a silver coin for a moment of spring supper with an ordinary prostitute, but he needed a gold coin to watch the performance of the singer of the house, which was a month's expenses for ordinary people. And the little devil and Jing Ling's clothes looked plain and unpretentious, and she was very skeptical that these two young people had the financial resources to see Fang Geji's performance.

The little devil seemed to see the bustard's thoughts, and saw him take out three gold coins from his arms and hand them to the bustard, and said, "The extra should be a reward." ”

The old bustard weighed the three gold coins in his hand, and his pale face suddenly blossomed. Since the capture of Rock Gravel by the Nolan Army, the explosion of female slaves has caused those stinky men to stop going to the Red Mansion and choose more affordable purchases. The slave was brought home and humiliated, which is why she, a prostitute, had to come out to stand on the street during the day to solicit customers.

There are not many elegant guests like Jing Ling and the little devil, and at this moment, the old bustard has defined them as the children of the nobility who come out to find incense and don't want to find trouble, so their simple attire is reasonable.

The old bustard covered his face with a silk handkerchief and smiled, pinched his numb voice and said, "Come, I'll take you in, if the two gentlemen fancy any girl, just bring it up, so that I can arrange it for you in advance." ”

As soon as Jing Ling heard the sudden change of the bustard's crisp and numb voice, he couldn't help but feel the hairs on his body stand up, and the little devil looked like he was used to seeing big scenes, so he waved at Jing Ling and swaggered into the Rose Garden.

The bustard was always there to guide them, the rich smell of rouge filled the air, the hall on the first floor was only a few prostitutes and prostitutes talking, and a glass lamp stretched from the ceiling, shining crystal clear in the sunlight.

Those that sound lewd to the outside world. There is no limit to the filthy words here, and the clients of all kinds of identities have only two faces at the moment, one is energetic and full of lust, and the other is listless after discharging desire.

The Xianglou in this world is very different from what Jing Ling knows, and the prostitutes are not in a hurry to leave after venting their desires, but continue to flirt with the prostitutes while holding wine glasses and eating snacks. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't know what the upstairs room was for, maybe Jing Ling would have thought he was attending a drinking party.

The old bustard led Jing Ling and the little devil to the top room, the material of the door is very special, it feels like a wooden door wrapped in leather, when the old bustard opens the door, Jing Ling knows what the meaning of that special door is.

The room of only 50 square meters is covered with a large number of potted plants, a white piano is placed next to the window, and in front of it there is only a row of long wooden chairs half a meter high, and with the soundproof door, it is like a well-equipped sound room.

The surrounding walls are depicted with the scent of birds and flowers, and the brown carpet blends in with the furnishings in the room, making you feel like you've entered a secret garden.

The room suddenly darkened, and Jing Ling looked up to find a shadow standing behind the violin, and it was she who blocked the sunlight that shone into the room.

Since Qianying had her back to the window shining in direct sunlight, and Jing Ling was facing the light source, in Jing Ling's vision, the Qian Ying looked hazy and mysterious.

At this moment, Jing Ling should have imagined that the other party was a beautiful woman from the hazy shadow, but when he thought of the first meeting with Sophie this morning, Jing Ling's heart couldn't help but have another 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping by.

"I thought I was alone again today."

The crisp sound like a silver bell made Jing Ling have infinite reverie, with such a touching voice, the appearance should not be bad, at least it must be economical.

Jing Ling was very shameless in his heart, and this time God didn't tease him anymore.

When the delicate face like a heavenly maiden descending to earth was displayed in front of Jing Ling's eyes, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This woman should only be in the sky, and the mundane smoke and dust will not touch her!