Chapter 8: Entering the Inner City (2)
When everyone marveled at his temperament, they were even more envious of his glamorous fortune, and there were two stunning women on the left and right behind him, one was as cold as frost, with white skin like jade, and apricot eyebrows like picturesque, so unrefined that there was no trace of fireworks in the world, and the other was quiet and pretty, with eyes like stars, quiet and elegant, like a hibiscus out of water, and it was indescribably beautiful.
No matter which one it is, it is the heavenly fragrance of the country that is not one of the millions of people, not to mention having it, I am afraid that it is the blessing that the ancestors have accumulated for several lifetimes.
The pedestrians on the road are not ordinary people, all of them are people with heads and faces in the county, marrying a few concubines, or contracting the red card of the Qinglou, that is not a problem, but now when I see the second daughter, I suddenly feel that the women I coveted before have suddenly become vulgar fans.
She Biao also seemed to feel that he was the companion of the young man, enjoying the gaze of others, and he was very honored.
Since the establishment of the black market and the division of the inner and outer cities, the inner city has become the exclusive land of the rich and the upper class bandits, and She Biao is also the first time to come in, so he is naturally very excited.
It didn't take long for everyone to come to an inn, the inn was built quite magnificently, and the two big red pillars in front of the door alone were made of hundred-year-old wood, wrapped in red satin, which set off the plaque of the inn, which was very atmospheric.
Before entering the inn, a group of people came out of the inn, walking in front was a middle-aged man in his forties, this person looked arrogant, with his head held high, a black mole the size of a soybean on his chin, and a few black hairs on the mole, he was wearing fine silk, and he wore several gemstone rings on each hand, each ring had different colors and lusters, and the price was quite expensive.
Behind him, there were two old men in their fifties, one on the left with silver hair, a long face full of vicissitudes, a pair of eyes half-closed, and a verdant bamboo pole in one hand, which looked like an ordinary old man, and the other was slightly fat, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and a red face that looked half-drunk and half-awake.
Fang Ling glanced at it, and immediately distinguished that the cultivation of these two old men was afraid that they had also entered the Xingqi realm, as for this black mole businessman, he also seemed to have some martial arts foundation, but it was not high, at most it was the cultivation of the Rigid Force Realm.
As soon as the black mole merchant saw the group of people coming from the opposite side, his eyes immediately froze on Xiao Xue and Song Ying'er, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he swallowed his saliva hard, and then he looked at Fang Ling, and said with a lewd smile: "Young man, with such two beautiful beauties by his side, he can still maintain such a good complexion, but it is too tyrannical." ”
Hearing the merchant's frivolous tone, Xiao Xue's face was still cold, as if she hadn't heard this, and Song Ying'er didn't even glance at him.
If in normal times, someone dared to blaspheme the second daughter like this, Fang Ling was only afraid that he would split it with one palm, but at this time, it was in the inner city, and before he knew all kinds of information, he couldn't act rashly for the time being, he snorted secretly in his heart, he was not interested in dealing with this person, and walked forward.