Frankimir turned his head and looked up and down at the girl behind him by the faint light of the lantern in the hallway.

Slender long legs, swaying water snake waist, peaks and mountains stacked with emerald chests, delicate watery melon seed face, ripples at the corners of the mouth, and Chu Chu is moving around the eyebrows.

There is no doubt that this girl who is like a girl does look like a dusty woman. Even though her sexuality can bloom with a goddess-like brilliance, and a trace of debauchery in her eyes, it can't hide her lingering charm and vulgarity after living in the scene for a long time.

Any clear-eyed person can see the ripples of wind and dust in her eyes. From this point of view alone, Frankimir must be sure that this is an out-and-out woman. The real her must be more coquettish than she seems, and her understanding of a man's body must be clearer than that of the man himself.

She can easily become the queen of conquering men, such a woman is impossible to figure out whether her ingenious sensibilities are to satisfy men or herself.

If this is a girl who is clear and jade, or a soldier who only knows how to obey orders. For example, Yulia, or Maria, that kind of person. Even if their costumes are more revealing and they pose in all sorts of seductive poses, they are still fundamentally different from the girl in front of them. The unique temperament of this queen of the show is by no means able to pretend.

What kind of grievance can a happy woman who plays on the scene have with herself?

Franky Mill couldn't figure it out, for a woman in a Fengyue place, no matter what she did, she had only one purpose, and that was for money. Is someone paying for her, or is she going to make a profit on herself?

Could it be that she said that she was like a girl, because she saw Kafka so atmospheric before, and thought that they were all rich lords, so she wanted to take this opportunity to rob them. It's a lot easier than losing money and maybe making more money.

But if this is really a robbery, then it seems that this girl can only be disappointed. After all, the money is all on Kafka, and he has nothing on himself.

If so, it would not be a big deal for him Frankimir.

Frankimir didn't bother to think about it any more, he gently pushed open the door of the room and cautiously looked into the room.

They had been walking in the dark for so long, and his eyes had long since adapted to the dim environment. There didn't seem anything unusual about this room, it was similar to the room where the girl had just been, except that there weren't as many clutter.

Frankimir could vaguely see that there were three people sleeping on the couch in the room, a man and a woman. The man quickly sat up from the bed and looked out of the door motionlessly, apparently noticing the slight noise of Frankimir as he opened the door.

It seems that the man has not been able to fall asleep after exhaustion. What is puzzling is that the man just sat quietly on the bed, as if waiting for something.

"Get in here." The girl behind her said.

Frank Mill reluctantly walked into the room, thinking that such a reckless act might anger the man on the couch.

Could it be that this girl wants to use this as an excuse to blackmail herself and make a lot of money. Is this their usual method? Is it necessary to make it so complicated?

Without waiting for the man on the couch to react, he heard the girl say angrily: "Master! You see who's coming, you brothers haven't seen each other in years, have they? ”

This voice woke up the two women on the bed.

The touching tone of Bai Mei Qianjiao, the soul is so soul-stirring that it is difficult to hold back when you listen to it, and she really deserves to be the Oiran of Feng Laiyi.

Even Frankimir listened to it with great emotion, and was a little fluttering, unable to imagine that this cold and glamorous woman would have such a skill.

The man who sat up straight took advantage of the situation and blasted the two women out. He put on his clothes and slowly walked out of the gauze tent.

When the two women went out, the girl looked along the sides of the corridor and saw that there was no one around, so she closed the door.

Before they could speak, Frankimir was the first to ask, "What do you want to do?" We have no grievances, and I have never seen you. ”

The man looked at Frank Mire, straightened his collar unhurriedly, and sat down at the square table with the teapot.

The man took out a silver square box from his jacket pocket. When the box was opened, there were three straw cigarettes inside. These grass cigarettes appear to be about the same thickness as cigar smoke, but only half the length of a cigar smoke.

The man took out a cigarette cigarette and put it in his mouth, then pulled out a silver-metal windproof lighter from his bosom.

In the dimness, the lighter made a crisp sound, and the cigarette in the man's hand slowly burned, and soon a strong smell unique to grass smoke filled the entire room. The smell of this smoke is not lighter than that of a cigar, but it is very different from the taste of Cuban cigars. This is a grass tobacco made using traditional techniques, and the process is almost identical to that of a cigar, as can be seen from the burning tobacco.

This grass cigarette was made from the "heart of the Soviet Union" and was the top cigarette in the Soviet Union. The core of the top grass tobacco must be flaky, not mechanically shredded, and the fibrous structure and chemical composition of the tobacco leaf have not changed, so as to ensure the quality of the tobacco leaf.

The "Heart of Vertical" precisely tears tobacco leaves into 8 to 15 mm blades, locking in the inherent composition of tobacco leaves with the Soviet Union's super national treasure "Elemental Splitter". This kind of grass smoke seems to have appeared only in the upper class of the Soviet Union, but I didn't expect it to appear here today.

Those guys in the upper class are right, their revolution did liberate some people, and that was themselves. They came out of the barren mountains, and now they enjoy the most fruitful results of the whole Soviet Union.

The man took advantage of the lighter in his hand to light the oil lamp placed next to the teapot on the table. The light from the oil lamp is not very bright, but it is not a problem to see the whole room.

The man took a deep breath of his cigarette, exhaled a white smoke ring, and looked Frankimir up and down, giving him goosebumps.

"Want to take a sip to moisten your throat? Pour him a glass of vodka, I think he'll like it. The man said in a calm tone.

"Don't go around in circles, I don't know you at all, what do you want to do?" Frankimir asked in a stern tone.

Frankimir didn't have to think about it to know that the dog man and woman must not have any good intentions, and they definitely didn't bring themselves here just to invite themselves to a drink.

"Shhhh A little noise, being noisy, this place is full of people. You don't know me, but I know you. You're a big man right now, and I don't think anyone knows you. The man said nonchalantly.

Frank Miir was confused, he didn't know when he became a big man.