Chanjuan quickly shifted her gaze from the hideous and ugly Kafka to the three women who looked about the same height and age standing behind Zhang Yue.

These three women are the three Ahn sisters, and their unusual dress is not much better than Kafka.

Even though they are talented, their dead-looking outfits are enough to scare the faint of heart to death in broad daylight.

The strange costumes of the three An's sisters, although they did not scare Chanjuan, but this kind of dress always made people feel uncomfortable.

In the end, Chanjuan showed her eyes on Yulia's body. This time, it still didn't bring any good impression to Chanjuan. A glamorous and hot woman, the most hated thing in her life, is all other glamorous and hot women except herself.

Yulia's proud figure can only be said to be on par with Chanjuan, perhaps in terms of the size of her breasts, Yulia is slightly inferior. But when it comes to the appearance of the two, Chanjuan is definitely not able to catch up with Yulia, if it is about skin color, Chanjuan is also incomparable, Yulia has white and ruddy lustrous skin.

A woman's jealousy of a woman is innate and self-taught, which makes Chanjuan inexplicable and jealous of Yulia.

In short, everyone brought by the eldest princess Zhang Yue today made Chanjuan feel disgusted from the bottom of her heart.

Zhang Yue affectionately took Chanjuan's jade hand and introduced this to her one by one, and the people who came with her.

Chanjuan couldn't stop nodding in despair, looking perfunctory, as if she couldn't listen to a word.

Zhang Yue's introduction was impressive, but Chanjuan listened helplessly, and finally the unbearable introduction was over, Chanjuan immediately pulled Zhang Yue towards the hall, completely ignoring the people who followed behind.

It's not that Chanjuan thinks very highly of herself and looks down on these people who have no identity. It's these strange guys who really disgust her, just for the sake of the eldest princess Zhang Yue's face. didn't let the Ugin Iron Guard blast them out immediately.

Although Chanjuan was in a hurry to move forward, Zhang Yue still talked and laughed while trying to slow down. Let the people behind him have time to catch up

Zhang Yue didn't know that Chanjuan was very disgusted with the people she brought, and she was only overly enthusiastic because her sisters hadn't seen each other for many days.

Chanjuan is not a child after all, how can the joy and anger in her heart be unconcealed on her face, even if she doesn't like these people, but there is a princess here. Her face still always maintained a pleasant face, and Zhang Yue naturally couldn't see any clues.

Walking into the Mechanical Eagle Castle, the dazzling metallic luster makes everyone feel like they are in heaven.

The walls are covered with exquisite metal reliefs, and all kinds of strange mechanical equipment can be seen everywhere, and the mechanical chandelier overhead that can change its position by itself seems to float in mid-air, following the crowd slowly.

The most overwhelming thing is that there are many gorgeously dressed beautiful maids in this mechanical eagle castle.

The Mechanical Emperor has never liked men. Only interested in beautiful women. Therefore, in his mechanical eagle castle, there are only cold machines, three beautiful and lovely daughters, and a large number of flower-like maids. Aside from the Emperor himself, there were no other men in the Castle of the Mechanical Eagle.

Everyone came to the golden hall of the golden eagle castle and sat down, the circular hall is not less than thirty meters in diameter, and there are dozens of zhang high on the bright dome, inlaid with brilliant glass scrolls, and the golden pillars are magnificent.

The Golden Hall is magnificent, but it is not welcoming. The glittering metallic luster brings only a cold and desolate feeling.

Kafka looked around unscrupulously, not caring whether the owner of the place cared about his rude behavior.

Like he didn't care about just now. When staring at Chanjuan's plump breasts, she didn't think about the feelings of other girls at all.

Frankimir is a man who can only see himself, and Kafka seems to be more serious than Frankimir in this problem.

Everything in this place is made of metal, and the spacious hall is like that, and the tables and chairs in the hall are like this. The same is true of the surrounding splendid decorations.

Kafka carefully sat the warden in the brass chair, and he himself sat down in another chair next to him.

Suddenly, next to Kafka, at some point, a transparent mecha made of brass brackets appeared.

The mecha resembles the outfit of a human maid, with shiny brass bones and crystal skin.

The maid's left shoulder resembles a coffee pot, her right shoulder is filled with milk, and there is a groove under the beauty bone where a sugar cube is placed.

The mechanical maid's chest was neatly lined with gold-inlaid white porcelain teacups and tea trays, and a row of silver teaspoons lay flat under her chest.

The maid's belly was filled with an amber liquid, which if I was not mistaken, it was supposed to be whiskey.

In the most mysterious place for women, it seems to be the turquoise vermouth, which was once an excellent thing, a favorite of Van Gogh and Wilde, but now countries around the world seem to have banned the sale of this liquor.

Kafka thought it was absinthe because he saw the absinthe glass and the distinctive absinthe spoon placed by the mechanical maid on her hip.

The delicate and transparent mechanical maid, with a voice full of mechanical texture, asks Kafka what he needs to drink.

Kafka first asked the warden, who said he didn't need anything. Despite this, Kafka asked the warden for a cup of coffee with sugar and milk.

Kafkawan didn't expect that the index finger of the mechanical maid's right hand was hiding a cream gun.

Coffee was prepared for the warden, and Kafka asked himself for another cup of absinthe. The mechanical maid poured Kafka half a glass of turquoise vermouth, placed the spoon on top of the glass, and placed a sugar cube on the spoon.

Then the mechanical maid slid out some ice cubes from her left arm, and as the ice melted, the ice water dripped onto the sugar cube in the spoon.

It was only at this time that Kafka noticed that there were so many ice cubes in the left arm of the mechanical maid, and at the same time, Kafka also noticed that there seemed to be some cigars in the right arm of the mechanical maid, so Kafka was overjoyed and asked the mechanical maid for a cigar cigarette.

By the time Kafka smoked his cigar and turned his gaze back to the absinthe in his glass, the absinthe had already changed color.

Chanjuan, who accompanied Zhang Yue to sit in the right seat, saw Kafka snorting and drinking unscrupulously. I felt even more disgusted with this disgusting and hateful man, if it wasn't for the fact that this fat pig was brought by the eldest princess Zhang Yue, I was afraid that Chanjuan would have asked Ugin Tiewei to beat Kafka out of the Mechanical Eagle Castle.

Suddenly, the elaborate cloister that surrounds the Golden Hall spun on its own, making a crisp sound of metal colliding and gears rubbing.

Immediately after that, a childish, silver-bell-like voice came from the corridor. (To be continued.) )