At night, the wind howled and tore the tent, and I was so noisy that I couldn't sleep, and I barely slept at one o'clock in the night.

Not long after I stared at it, I smelled a peculiar fishy sweet smell, like the smell of sea water or blood, mixed with the nectar smell of gardenia.

It tastes so good......

Whoop -

The tent door was suddenly opened by a soft wattle, and I thought it was Murphy, and asked in a daze, "What are you looking for me at night?"

Suddenly, a shadow slipped into the tent.

She was draped in a pink veil, faintly revealing the beautiful skin inside, and a looming somewhere.

I sat up in shock and rubbed my sleepy eyes, unable to believe my eyes.

"Fuso!?"

No, she's not Fuso.

Although she looks very similar to Fusang, the contours of the bridge of her nose and chin are similar to those of Murphy, her pale skin, and a little bit of Zhao Mengfu's shadow.

The gauze she was wearing was hazy by the moonlight, which was somewhat covered.

If you put it in the daytime, it is the same as if you didn't wear it.

Her strength was very weak, almost like an ordinary person, plus she didn't have any killing intent or malice, so when I approached the tent, I didn't feel it.

Before I could turn to my senses, the woman danced by the moonlight at the door of the tent.

The red gauze flutters in the wind, and the soft posture shows the woman's weak and boneless form vividly under the cold moonlight.

While appreciating the dance, I also felt the breath in the woman's body.

She has no evil energy in her body, no spiritual power, she should be an ordinary person.

But why does an ordinary person look ninety percent similar to Fusang?

When I was confused, the woman finished dancing, leaned into the tent, and was about to burrow into my arms.

Whoosh –

I dodged to the other corner of the tent, and with my eyes and the fire in my lower abdomen, I said with a solemn expression, "Girl, who are you?"

The girl smiled charmingly, "I can be anyone you love."

It's weird, and her voice is almost exactly the same as Fuso.

When the girl saw that I was stunned, she threw herself into my arms again.

With lightning speed, I rushed to her diagonal position again, "Girl, it's useless for you to seduce me like this, I don't have any money for you."

"I don't want money, I just want your love."

The girl lunged forward again, and I dodged again, and pulled a thousand dollars out of my pocket and threw it over, "This is the money to watch you dance."

During his visit, Murphy investigated a lot of information about the Ulanla League.

According to the records, there was a deserted trade route from the Ulan Le League, from which goods were transported to the plateau.

The distance of transporting goods is high and long, and it is basically transported by camels.

Most of the men who can adapt to this extreme environment are men in their thirties and forties, who have a lot of money but have to endure loneliness.

Therefore, some gangs have seized this opportunity to send beautiful women to carry out "special" services at high prices.

I guess this woman is supposed to be doing this.

Unexpectedly, the woman didn't want money at all, and she wanted to entangle me again.

And I kept dodging with my dexterity.

The originally charming and glamorous scene suddenly became a weird cat-and-mouse game.

After a few rounds, the woman was sweating and staring at me with some resentment, "Childe, don't you want to have a night of romance?"

I was expressionless, "Do you guess I've been hiding for so long, willing or unwilling?"

The woman did not dwell any further, swished out of the tent, turned and ran in the direction of the Zar River.

I got up and got out of the tent and chased out.

The woman ran to the Tsal River, jumped into a small boat that had been prepared in advance, and went up the river at great speed, and soon disappeared without a trace.

It's strange, the undercurrent of the Char River is turbulent, and there are many rocky shoals in it, how did she run so fast?

Also, even if you can't do business, you won't run away like this......

Forget it, forget that, go back to sleep.

Just as I was turning to go back, I suddenly heard the beautiful voice of a woman coming from Murphy's tent, which was two hundred meters away.

Damn, no!