A girl with heavy makeup walked into a smoky speakeasy in the afternoon, gestured to the small proprietor behind the bar, and then pushed open the white iron door of the workshop and entered. The silver Roman tap tap, the crystal slices embedded on it reflected the laser light so white that it attracted the drunken eyes of several drunken uncles in the seats next to them.

The woman entered the room without glancing at the wine-flowing wines, the sparkling color like jewels, the fragrant and fragrant wines and their dazzling wine labels, and went straight to the tasting table, and pressed a very inconspicuous silver peony button in the corner of the long table against the wall. Suddenly, the milky white moving airtight door hidden behind the ice wine cabinet and the large ice machine opened, and the cyan cold air crawled out of the passage behind the door like a cloud.

When the secret door was opened, the woman took out the makeup remover from the large leather bag on the table to wash off the thick fat and powder on her face, and took out a plain gray lace stacked silver gray silk skirt from it and changed it in.

Then she took out a bottle and sprayed some water on her head, as a signifier, and brushed her hair twice, making the large, wavy curls soft and smooth. The woman took out a pearl hairpin to pin her forehead hair, and in the blink of an eye, she had meticulously arranged her hair, and used the simple and smooth white hosta in her other hand to coil her hair on her head.

Just now, the woman was still a clubbing girl in her early twenties, with bewitching curly hair, flaming red lips and purple-black smoky eye makeup, wearing a red and black tunic skirt and black stockings, and after just over a minute, the woman turned into a home-like lady in her thirties with a noble and elegant temperament.

If the nouveau riche who had met Chang and Bingliu by chance saw her at this moment, he would be surprised to recognize her as the girlfriend who had just made a big effort to officially soak up and was dumped by the other party, and would be speechless in surprise.

Who is this woman?

The woman disposed of her large leather bag with black charms and tassels in the depths of the wine cabinet and stepped through the airtight door.

At this time, the extremely cold fog at the entrance of the passage had just dissipated, and after the woman entered the door of the black hole, everything automatically returned to normal.

The woman descended the stairs. Strangely enough, it was obviously deeper underground, and she couldn't see her fingers, but the woman didn't light the candlestick that stretched along the stairs next to it for illumination, and she walked smoothly. Finally she stopped in front of a door, reached out and grabbed a cold metal doorknob, and slowly pushed the door inside. There was only a soft cold light in the room, but the contrast between light and darkness was still too strong for her, and the woman was a little uncomfortable, and she squinted uncomfortably.

When the woman's eyes could see the room clearly, she couldn't help but hold her breath.

This room is very simple to decorate, four snow-white walls, a green and gray jade bed is installed on the side of the inner side without sticking to the wall, a red sandalwood tall round stool is placed next to the bed, and there is a small incense table in the shape of a red sandalwood head on the ground behind the bed, on which is a red ivory gourd-shaped openwork incense burner, the furnace is burning with light dipterocarp, and the faint cigarette smoke is rising. The floor is covered with a carpet of white swan feathers.

The room is lit by a large pearl of the night hanging from the ceiling, and just one is enough to fill every corner of the room.

And the elegance of the furniture that surprised her and did not dare to breathe, or the ingenuity of lighting with the night pearl, was the person who was sleeping quietly and peacefully on the jade bed.

Night Rose.

She walked lightly to the bed and sat down slowly on the stool, for fear of waking up the person on the bed and breaking the quiet dream-like beauty.

But the moment she sat still, the person on the bed opened his eyes. It was Yin Hong's blood-like eyes: "How is my child, Yinhua?"

The woman named Yinhua bowed her head respectfully and replied, with an imperceptible anxiety in her voice: "Lord Xuanming and that number one demon hunter are about to be interrogated by Blood Rose himself. ”

"What!" Night Rose's pupils narrowed like pinpoints for a moment, "Xuan Ming can't deal with that man yet, go ask the white elder for help, quick!"

"Yes!" Yinhua obeyed, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a silver-gray bat, circled in the air, and disappeared.

The next second, the silver bat appeared in front of an old man with goosebumps, and teleported back to the Night Rose with the speed of a machine gun fire.

"The old man obeyed. The old man stood up tremblingly, his knotted cane slammed into the empty room, and the white light formed the pattern of the space spell, and the light lit up, covering the old man's figure.