After losing his backpack, Wu Ditan's travel plan lost the law that he had originally grasped with extreme precision......

Since camping in the wilderness was completely impossible, Wu Ditan could only try his best to travel between the two towns. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoNo matter how long the distance is, he must reach the next place before dark, or he will be sacked again or drown in the mouth of the beast - the possibility is not small.

The revolution is not a matter of playing with life, but Wu Ditan seems to have no choice. It was pouring sleet outside, and if he set out now, his clothes and shoes would have suffered—the raincoat and leggings were in his bag, so there was no way he could overcome the mud now.

After wandering around a house for a long time, Wu Ditan still took the first step to the north, leaning out from under the eaves of shelter from the rain...... Anyway, according to his estimate, the inn in the next town will also have a stove for baking clothes in the cold, and it is enough to go there at night and spend a small amount of money to stay and dry clothes.

In fact, he is more concerned about Zhao Jiayin, who doesn't know where he is now, than his clothes. She guesses she's going to stay where she is on this most disgusting sleet day, right? And according to the distance estimate, she may be waiting for her lost self in the hotel in the next town......

Satisfied, Wu Ditan embarked on the road to death. Dozens of kilometers away, Zhao Jiayin stayed in a hotel, just as her partner expected, and was deterred by the bad weather and road conditions outside the window.

It's just that the wind and rain outside the wooden window sash still can't cover the sound of the collision of souls and flesh coming from the partition wall of the hotel room. Zhao Jiayin used her fur clothes instead of accommodation fees to live in this hotel is undoubtedly the most expensive place in the city, but when she checked in, she didn't expect that this was also the "gold cave" she hated the most.

"Damn kinky den." Zhao Jiayin cast a disdainful look at the wall that squeaked and shook the bed. "Why should women be their playthings? Damn male power really makes me feel disgusting! ”

The books that have been turned over, the walkie-talkie without electricity, and Wu Ditan, who may have been caught...... None of these things could get Zhao Jiayin out of the boredom of being alone in this hotel room.

Neatly dressed, she sat on the bed, and her thoughts gradually flew to the clouds. After meditating for a while, Zhao Jiayin took out a pen and paper from his bag.

"We can liberate women here and build our own revolutionary base area!"

It was the first sentence she wrote down on her notepad. That night, she took out the last of her household items and went to the corridor outside her extreme "den" to knock on the doors of those rooms.

"What a stupid woman." Zhao Jiayin seemed to spread sympathy one scene after another, but in the eyes of Chen Heng, who had been following her for a long time, there was a disgusting smell similar to that of the Holy Mother.

Since learning that the two fled to the southern continent, Chen Heng has been secretly following this pair of "outlaw mandarin ducks". Along the way, a miniature suspended vehicle was deployed above Wu Ditan's head to continuously observe his movements, and he did so with only one intention - to witness the tragic end of these two so-called "revolutionaries".

"Why is she so nice to us?" After Zhao Jiayin left, one of the custom girls who was playing with the towel given by Zhao Jiayin and her companions did not disperse, but continued to talk in the room where they had just been.

"Hmph, probably a new field to compete with us here." An eldest sister who is closer to the "local special industry management" cocked Erlang's legs, "Take some small favors from overseas to buy us, and then let us go to her field to be a foil......"

Although this eldest sister is a little old and decrepit, but in the early years, she was also a signboard girl who had done "high-level household recruitment service" in a big place in the north, and what skills and ideas would the families who ate on their buttocks and tits have, I am afraid that none of these people here can know better than her.

"I know that, too, but did you see her hand?" Another slightly more observant dust girl remembered Zhao Jiayin's delicate hand skin, "Speaking of those hands alone, none of us can compare with her, such a person shouldn't be our peers, right?" ”

That's interesting. You must know that among these women who have fallen into selling their bodies, there are actually many so-called "middle-aged nobles", and the method of maintaining their skin and appearance is second only to those famous families and church people who use magical products. If such a woman who wears a hood and does not want to show her face has a look and skin that surpasses them, then in addition to the fact that her parents are born well (unlikely), one conclusion can only be drawn: the status and value of this guy far exceed these "cheap women" who have to make money on their bodies......

"Hmph, such a noble man has to ask for us, and he also made a promise that we don't have to grovel and show off in front of stinky men...... Isn't that weird? ”

"I think her words are just flattery......"

"No!" After interrupting the other wind and dust girls' inferences, the eldest sister's eyes closed suddenly, "Although I can't see her eyes, the meaning expressed in her non-fluent lingua franca should not be false...... Wait, what did I just say? ”

"She doesn't speak the lingua franca fluently, and she doesn't speak with an accent ...... here."

"We have sisters from all over the country here!" The eldest sister jerked up from the bed like a spring, "Any of you have ever heard this accent, some similar ones are fine!" ”

As a common language in the Pancontinental Shelf region of the Western Hemisphere of the bilunar planet, the lingua franca is still as small as American English and British English. In all corners of the continent, the lingua franca spoken by the local natives will also have various subtle differences in pronunciation and wording, just like the local slang of English or the dialect branches of Chinese.

Zhao Jiayin learned the "standard Elta language", which can only be regarded as the most compatible version of the universal language that Chinese can master. Of course, it also guarantees barrier-free communication throughout Elta. But when you go to the continent of Bahivita, you will be treated as a foreigner, and you will not be able to avoid it.

A series of "no" aroused a little thought of this eldest sister. Just two days earlier, one of her frequent patrons had been lingering with him when he had mentioned that the "Lord of Pocha" to the south was trading his city and port for a stunning foreign woman.

What was the birth of a foreign woman? Black hair, black eyes, not a Bahivita! Remembering these details, and then stringing them together, the eldest sister really wanted to cover her chest, which was the size of a flour pocket, so that her heart would not jump out.

To get that woman is to get Puerto Radrow—not someone else's, but the nobleman's own words at the pillow! The general personally ordered for this reason: the official who can catch this woman can be promoted three times in a row, and he will be rewarded with full gold and silver......

She was now eight points sure that the woman who came to have a relationship with them at night was the kind of goods that the pig lord in the south wanted! So what can this woman ask for when she comes to them? If you think about it with your feet, you must let them shelter themselves from this wave of limelight, and then sneak away when the old pervert of Bocha empathizes and says goodbye, or let them use the channel of the wind and dust girl to protect themselves from the pursuit......

What energy can a woman from a foreign country have, and what favor can she give? It's all empty talk, it's better to get the immediate benefits more practical - this benefit may be able to help you get out of here and bleach into a normal person, or even an "upper-class person", so can a foreign woman? The eldest sister gave her a big red cross on the balance in her heart early on.

As for the way to verify that she is not the woman that General Nabocha wants, it is very simple. The eldest sister's relationship with the innkeeper makes it easy for her to get the key to this "common room", and then she just needs to check that her hair is black while she is asleep.

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath - "Sisters, I have a great wealth, I wonder if you are willing to help me?" ”

The sleet didn't stop the town's womanizers, and after nightfall, the third floor of the inn was still "full of guests", and the bar on the first floor was constantly being greeted by new guests who took their favorite female companions by the hand and took them to their beds to strip off their clothes for the night, releasing their "power of the wilderness......

It wasn't until late at night that the glass change in the bar on the first floor came to an end. At this time, the wind and snow outside had stopped, and several wind and dust girls invariably left the sleeping guests and the warm quilt, and moved to the door of Zhao Jiayin's room together against the cold after the snow.

Zhao Jiayin hadn't slept at this time. She lit the candles provided by the inn, and wrote intently on the spiritual and mental emancipation plan for the Dust Girls in this place—she had been studying the theoretical basis for the "new life" of the Dust Girls since dinner, and even forgot to rest and sleep.

"Bang dang", in contemplation, Zhao Jiayin suddenly heard this voice. Thinking that the pen was loose, she looked at the ground, only to realize that the thing was still tightly held in her mouth, and the sound came from the wooden door of the room.

There were several figures standing at the doorway, and she looked at them intently—but they were the dust girls who had met in the afternoon.

"This ...... This door is locked from the inside! Zhao Jiayin buckled the hood to his head in a panic, and his voice trembled. You want to ...... What do you want to do? ”