Through the deep and wide bedroom windows of the castle, the afterglow of the setting sun is sprinkled on the red carpet, and the whole room is filled with an even more crimson atmosphere. Han Asa stood in front of the window. When, the sun comes out again?

The maidservant walked softly into the room, but she did not turn around. Just listen to the sound of ping-pong cups behind you. She believed that they had kept their voices as quiet as possible. Han Qian turned around.

"Let's change the bedding too. Tell Grandma to come up. Han Qian looked at the half-naked in front of him. Said the unclothed slave girl. Except for the female symbols, which are slightly obscured, the rest of the place is exposed. As a result of their long work, the muscles of the slave girls are no less than those of the girls in the modern gym.

"Yes, miss." The slave girl exited the room.

After a while, Grandma came up. She knew what her young lady had promised, and she would not break her promise. I just don't know what the young lady will do to her.

The host's memories have been turned over by the cold, and they have been remembered in their own minds. But many of the things that are not used have already dissipated.

"Grandma, I only have two clothes?" Han Qian asked.

Grandma walked to the window and looked at Han Qian seriously, "Miss, what's wrong with you?" Grandma didn't know how Han Qian could ask this.

"I, I hit my head that day, and there are some things that I can't remember for the time being~" Han Qian felt that this reason was very common.

Grandma nodded thoughtfully, and then looked at her frail and pale master with a distressed face. "Miss, you didn't grow up when you were young, but you have grown fast in the past two years. But, ma'am.

Oh no, your biological mother divorced the adult two years ago, and the adult hasn't cut a single piece of clothing for you since. Your current two bodies are still done by yourself from childhood to adulthood. Grandma explained.

After listening to this, Han Qian understood some things even more. She nodded, "You go down~"

Grandma exited the room, and Han Qian changed her clothes and put on another white one. Sure enough, this white one fits very well with the lotus-colored clothes in the small black room where I was locked up.

She couldn't help but sigh; What kind of life is this young lady doing? One meal a day, two sets of clothes. It's just that she has the name of a young lady.

Han Qian sighed and closed the closet door. This wardrobe is like those who have no diploma but no talent. At this moment, a knock was heard at the door. She put her mind away.

"Mother~" She hurriedly greeted with a smile, this is a large bedroom with nearly forty square meters.

Pan Youfan walked in with a smile, and the expressionless maid behind him followed in with several clothes. "I know you don't have any clothes, but these are clothes that I have only worn once or twice and have not worn again. If you go back to school the day after tomorrow, take it with you. ”

The maidservant hung Pan Youfan's clothes one by one in the closet.

"Thank you Mother~"

After Han Asa crossed here, she found a problem. People here are supposed to be messy with their clothes. Pan Youfan wears all cheongsam, while he wears one with lighter colors and smaller and fresher clothes, which are improved Hanfu and cheongsam. As for what her biological mother Sheséphine wears, it is a more sexy bandeau pleated one-piece tulle dress.

Pan Youfan's cheongsam... It should be the oldest style of clothing~

"I'm afraid I'll forget about it tomorrow. Then you pack your bags, I'm out. Pan Youfan's voice was pretended to be considerate.

"Hmm~" Han Qian sent Pan Youfan to the door. Turning back, she opened the closet and looked at the dark red of these ground beef, which were too wide and ill-fitting at the chest and waist, and the lifeless clothes with the rotten blood-brown color, which were old and outdated mixed with the smell of phantom grass.

She had to bring these clothes with her, otherwise she might not have enough clothes to wear only with her mother's one. Or, Pan Youfan knew that he didn't bring the clothes she gave him, and he was afraid that he would have something to say.

After seeing the silver bell, she is going to go to the fairy pavilion. There, what will happen? Whether it will change its own destiny, it is difficult to say.

She went out for a walk around the yard to feel the afterglow. Let the maidservants change the bedding.

It may be the reason why I also ate a few bites at noon, and ate a bowl of porridge and some vegetables in the evening. Han Qian actually had food in his stomach, and his stomach was so distended that he couldn't sleep. She rolled into bed until late at night before falling asleep a little more peacefully.

When the day dawned, Han Qian got up, and through the window, he saw on the road outside the courtyard, a simple carriage carrying goods passing by, loaded with a jar of sweet wine.

These wines were all transported to the Temple of Pudaus for the Blood Soul Slaves to have a carnival tonight.

She was tossed by the accumulated food in her stomach last night, and she remembered it for a long time, and she didn't dare to eat breakfast again. went downstairs, asked Pan Youfan and Yu Zhiqi for a greeting, and then returned to his bedroom.

After Pan Youfan and Yu Zhiqi finished their meal, they began to hide in their tomb-like bedroom and burn the phantom grass. In the drowsy phantasmagoric grass, they seem to have forgotten what it is like to live.

At noon, the slave maid brought Pan Youfan and Yu Zhiqi's food to their bedroom.

On the table, there were only Yu Zijing and Yu Hanqian left.

"Sister." Yu Zijing lowered her head and shouted timidly.

Yu Hanqian stopped the spoon in her hand, this was the first time she heard Yu Zijing call her sister. "Huh?" She was a little surprised.

"I also want to build the 'Immortal Pavilion' with you." After Yu Zijing finished speaking, she glanced at Yu Hanqian's face with a timid look with her head down. He also cultivated immortals in other sects, but, it is said, that sect was very poor. Meals were poor and accommodation was poor. There are not many people in the sect who are highly cultivated. Yu Zhiqi sent him there purely to gag other people's mouths.

Han Qian didn't speak, if she remembered correctly. This 180cm 16-year-old big brother, just a few days ago, when he was beaten so that he couldn't find the north, he would only hide behind a tree and watch.

Seeing that Han Qian didn't speak, Yu Zijing didn't speak anymore. He just felt a little unfair, the same mother's child. Why did Xue Sephine try her best to get Han Qian into the 'Immortal Pavilion', and forget about one over the other. However, he never dared to use these words to question his biological mother.

During the night, all the soul lockers went out. Han Qian also walked out of the small castle of the Yu family with Grandma.

By the bright moonlight, through a small forest, there is a temple of Pudaus. It is about 700 square meters. In front of the temple of Pudaus, there are thousands of square meters of empty dams.

From a distance, it was already lit up. The fire crackled and splendid, and dozens of blood soul slaves who had already arrived opened all the wine jars in front of the Pudaus Temple.

Grandma led Han Qian from behind the temple, because Han Qian's appearance would make the soul locking slaves uncomfortable. Therefore, she thoughtfully prepared from behind the temple - on the edge of the cliff. Walk upstairs to the temple.

On the second floor of the Temple of Pudaus, it is forbidden for soul locking slaves to go up. This is an insult to the Shrine. Because they think they are lowly, and they have too many desires and are not clean. Of course, this does not include the owners of Condor City.