In the starving early spring, Xiuhang, which is full of flowers, is still full of flowers, singing and dancing to level the smoke and rain Qinhuai, and still singing and dancing, as if those shocking corpses are dreams. On the wide official road, the traffic is no different from last year, except that the family crest on the carport has been replaced by the rough logo of the alliance flag.

In the sound of wheels, on a well-decorated wide-body carriage, the banner of "Walking in the Wind" is particularly conspicuous, which is the largest expatriate car in the Jinling territory. Just like a taxi in the tech world, you can get on the bus as long as you pay for it, but this popular pomp and circumstance is huge, the carriages are all wide-bodied, six-wheeled, and the horses drive side by side, and the fares are surprisingly high. This popular car is itself an alternative status symbol, which is more magnificent than the private carriages of some large families.

The carriage suddenly broke away from the traffic and, with the skilful manipulation of the coachman, stopped next to a dismounting stone on the side of the street. In addition to large households, this kind of dismount can only be equipped with government and high-grade smoke willows, and the rest are not qualified.

The carriage stopped, the door was facing the dismount stone, the curtain was lifted, and a Jianzhou girl walked up, she was dressed in a heavenly chosen dress, red flowers on a blue background, the tone was dark and weird, and the red flowers even showed a hideous momentum, but the expression on her face was warm and warm, not at all like what an iceberg saint of the Heavenly Chosen Sect should look like.

The blue mist swirling around her body was quite impressive, a trait that only a high-ranking member of Indra possessed.

The girl stepped down, her delicate blue embroidered shoes holding the air, but she seemed to be standing on the hard stone steps and walked down steadily.

She walked down, turned around, and bent over, as if she wanted to give a blessing to the person in the car door, but she took advantage of the moment of bending down, quickly stretched out her hand and pressed under the car door, and here she went out of the half-stretch staircase.

The wooden telescopic steps seem to be suitable for a variety of different heights, and they are accurately placed on the ground over the dismounting stone, but judging from the bracket that is folded under the steps, this wooden staircase is deliberately made very wide and luxurious, and the space for the dismounting stone is originally reserved, and the folded bracket is a portable dismounting stone.

This type of carriage parts can only be used by the true grandeur of Jinling, and it is clear that the employer ordered the most expensive carriage with a shutter maid.

When the girl was done with this, she straightened up, gently rolled up the curtain of the carriage, and at the same time called inside delicately: "Childe, it's here!"

Immediately, a pair of purple-black shoes protruded from the car door. The shoes are exquisitely made, but the style is trendy and unique, and it is completely incompatible with the end of the world, and layers of faint ice light emerge from under the shoes, and an invisible lifting force spreads, and the shoes are hung in the air together with the feet, and then the owner of the shoes shows his figure at the door of the car.

Purple robes with intricate patterns on wide sleeves.

Long silver hair, ice-colored eyes as deep as the dark.

The bustling world with a forced smile under the apocalypse seems to isolate this immature and cold figure, even if he is in the most lively city center, there is still a layer of loneliness and quiet coldness on his body.

He was the only mage in the world, or even the only ranged combatant, Silver Dust.

He stepped into the air, without touching the elaborate wooden staircase, and stood still a foot away from the door, turned around, and gave the maid some money.

What he gave was gold coins, and in a post-apocalyptic world, prices skyrocketed, and gold had become the only currency.

The streets were full of people who no longer wore gold as ornaments, but wore brass and silver, and gold, whatever shape it was, was used to cast money.

"It's like in a mechanical maze where no one has money in their hair. Yinchen muttered such a sentence when he took out the money, and the maid looked up at him a little puzzledly, and quickly lowered her eyes.

The clean boy with long silver-white hair in front of him was so handsome that he didn't look like a human, and his temperament didn't look like a human, but like a god who stood tall. Although the boy was very kind, the maid still did not dare to make the slightest transgression, and in the heart of the maid with the rank, there must be a huge gate valve standing behind the boy who was far away in Pershing, and his relatives could enter and exit the temple at will.

In Jinling, a land ruled by Emperor Er, such a gate lord is afraid that the imperial court will not be able to provoke it.

Yinchen got out of the car and walked towards the Peacock Terrace step by step, his steps were relaxed and casual, and there was no fluctuation in the book on his thin body. It stands to reason that such a person who does not have the fluctuation of Gangfeng must be very easy to attract the attention of the rats of the City Fox Society. These low-level scoundrels, so they are good at bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and a lone person without any peaks and fluctuations is directly delicious food in their eyes, far more than just an object that can be robbed.

In a world full of starvation, there is also a group of ordinary samurai who make huge swords out of scrap wood and rob everything they think is worth robbing. These robbers have no law in their eyes, and they have no family affection and humility, they are closer to the existence of zombies than starvation, like wild beasts, walking through the city, they dare to uncover the emperor's car, and dare to steal the corset of the concubines, a large plate of things that can keep them alive, they can all risk their lives, not only rob others, but also rob each other, they are almost equal to chaos.

These filthy and poor people are no different from starvation in physical features, except for weapons in their hands. These people have a certain resistance to the nobles, but unfortunately, they have no resistance to the bodyguards around the nobles.

It stands to reason that if the bank appeared on the street like this, he would be attacked by these robbers at once, and all the valuable things on his body and all the flesh and bones that could be used to replenish his stomach would be torn to pieces. The valuable things were taken and sold by some black shops behind the robbers, and the flesh and blood went directly into the filthy intestines. It stands to reason that a person like Yinchen who does not have Gangfeng protection will eventually disappear out of thin air, and there may not be even a hair left.

However, the reality is extremely strange, and Silver Dust stands on the street, neither transparent nor noticeable. Several desperate samurai carrying wooden broadswords passed by him, but they didn't even see him. And the drivers who were waiting to pick up passengers in the rolling traffic quietly noticed him. If they hadn't been pushed by traffic, they would probably have stopped and ruined the street's traffic.

Yinchen raised his head, read the three words Peacock Terrace seriously, smiled sweetly, and strode towards the beautiful and majestic building.

Peacock Terrace is a green building, but not only a green building, in the only few cities of human beings today, the special inn tavern no longer exists, but this kind of entertainment center-like, multi-functional green building is more and more popular, more and more, and gradually has a tendency to flood. In this year of famine, selling children and girls is the most normal thing, and the female slaves of the gentlemen, as well as the male slaves of the corrupt Confucians, are extremely huge market demand, so the business of men's and women's skin and meat is extremely hot, quite a little doomsday is coming, people are drunk and dreaming of death.

Of course, the end has passed, the evil gods have fallen asleep, and after the terrifying snowstorm, the dawn of the continuation of human civilization has already quietly come, but almost everyone turns a blind eye, or rather, forces themselves to turn a blind eye, and still maintains the drunken gold obsession of the apocalyptic period.

"Jinling City is no longer the same Jinling City. Silver Dust raised his legs high, and with a little difficulty crossed the almost two-foot-high threshold, and his eyes were full of erosion, and the naked female body replaced the elegant and beautiful bronze, and the delicate ribbon formed the decoration, and Silver Dust felt sick to his stomach. The magician was forced to look away, glancing around the lobby.

He first saw that on a wall in the lobby, there was a whole sheet of waxy yellow rice paper, with three big black characters of "White Dragon Bang" written on it, and then a large piece of fly's head in small letters, under the dim and ambiguous oil lamp, the handwriting was blurred. Yinchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally found a little scenery that could be accepted by normal people in the rope artist body on the wall, and walked towards the wall first.

There were already three stages in the lobby, and a band of about 60 people played noisy silk and bamboo music. The whimpering is elegant, turning back and forth, and it sounds like a disease-free moan in the silver dust. The silver-haired boy in a purple robe walked arrogantly past the stage, and the ghosts on the wine table not far away didn't seem to notice him at all.

On the three stages, the same song and dance were performed, and on the two stages next to them, the light gauze man danced, the skirt was flying, and the long-trained girls were all round and jade, plump and full, of course, in the eyes of the silver-colored magician, they were slightly fat. The movements and expressions of these fat girls are almost like parts machined on a super-precision machine, standard, perfect, and flawless, but they are also extremely stiff, lifeless, and without any human personality. Yinchen saw that these fat girls were at least clothed, their dancing posture was not bad, and they were not too "erotic", so he stopped and watched for two seconds, and in just these two seconds, he saw a little tear in the corners of the eyes of at least seven or eight girls.

All the girls' eyes were a numb gray, their pupils were like delicate glass balls, shiny but lifeless, and it was clear that life as a dancer was not as good as outsiders thought.

Yinchen stopped for two seconds, and then continued to walk forward, passing through the middle, higher stage, originally wanted to stop and watch, but as soon as he looked up and saw an extremely handsome young man, wearing a gorgeous women's Luo skirt, with orchid fingers, dancing to the sound of drums, he felt a cold fear, seeping out of the cracks in the bones, spreading all over the body like a virus.

The young man's face was coated with thick rouge, his lips were redder than the best vampires, and even the corners of his eyes were painted with blue eyeshadow, which made those eyes, which were originally quite civil, exude infinite charm. The young man's figure was much thinner than those of the girls, and his body was full of the enthusiasm peculiar to young boys, but his dancing posture was as charming and feminine as those of the fat girls.

This guy was just a foreman-like dancer, and on the stage beside Silver Dust, there were at least a dozen such male dancers writhing. Their dancing is not too out of the ordinary, but it naturally has an indescribable charm.

Silver Dust felt his hands and feet cold to the point of numbness. It was only then that he observed up close what ** was. These guys, commonly known as Rabbit Lords, live a life like concubines as men.

They are not male pets, not playthings by the pillow of rich women, but real male chickens, and their customers are also men, and they are all powerful men with noble slave status.

These people have the most obvious thing in common with Silver Dust, beautiful appearance.

Silver Dust's face is almost neutral, and both men and women will like it very much. Sheel had reminded him more than once to be careful not to be swept away by other men or women. As the will of the world, Xiel is not familiar with the feelings between human men and women, and it is difficult to understand the fear of Longyang's goodness in Yinchen's heart and the contempt of the opposite side from the heart, so her reminder in turn overstrengthens this fear in Yinchen's heart. For the male style that has spread throughout society, the fear in Yinchen's heart is even more than the disgust that normal men have about it. He didn't feel sick to his stomach when he broke his sleeves, he just thought it was terrifying.

The only magician in the world, incorrigibly suffering from a phobia of broken sleeves.

The magician took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, pressing his hand to his chest to calm his mind for a while. Without squinting, he almost trotted towards the wall where the White Dragon List was posted, and the purple figure was like a disillusioned ghost, silently occupying a seat next to a square table against the wall.

At this moment, he hadn't used any magic, but some of the influencing factors in his strange realm, which no longer needed to be maintained by the elements, were quietly changing.

For some reason, the juniors of Peacock Terrace suddenly found this young guest officer sitting in the corner, these twelve-year-old handsome boys only need to observe a little, they can determine the noble identity and rich net worth of Silver Dust. In this day and age, the poor would never be able to afford such a high-end silk robe, or the purple robe, which is the most difficult to dye.

"Chestnut, go!" The foreman, Xiao Er, immediately assigned a bald boy with a thick menu to serve Yinchen. When the twelve-year-old boy walked up to the fourteen-year-old boy, the silver-haired magician frowned slightly.

The aura on these little two made him uncomfortable.

"**?" Lin Cheng frowned, a cold look appeared on his delicate face, this junior didn't hear Yinchen's whisper, he only felt that the purple-robed guest officer was very handsome, but there was not the slightest fluctuation of the wind on his body, and he thought that he was also a good friend of a certain big man. He knew that this kind of person should not be offended the most, after all, what kind of wind in this world is not as tight as the wind blowing on the pillow.

"This guest officer, we ...... here" Xiao Er was about to introduce the characteristics of Peacock Terrace professionally, but was stopped by Yinchen's stern gaze. Yinchen, who was the foreman in his early years, seemed to be very mean to these shopkeepers, and he didn't think about them at all, and there was no trace of wind fluctuations on these boys.