To the north of Marseille, there are both highways and national roads. In order to avoid checkpoints www.biquge.info they chose the national highway. The national highway signs in France are the opposite of the Celestial Empire, which is green, while the highway is blue. Red Sleeves almost drove the wrong way, but fortunately, Du Yuan recognized the words and reminded him in time. This season, it's not the end of the holiday, so head north from the Gold Coast and get unobstructed.

Although she didn't go at high speed, the red sleeves didn't drive slowly at all, anyway, she knew in her heart that the car was stolen, and even if the license plate was copied, she couldn't find her head. Hu Shengyuan's safety is more important. This convertible classic car is also really powerful, but it is Teffer. When I arrived near Avignon, the fuel gauge warning light turned on, and it was estimated that the fuel tank was not full. Taking advantage of Du Yuan's refueling, Red Sleeves and Aya helped out Labadi in the back compartment, this Marseille wolf, still has a breath, but it seems that he is very uncomfortable with the sun outside. Frowning, squinting, his mouth full of nonsense, Red Sleeves couldn't understand a word. I touched the door of my head, and instead of being hot, it was cold. Looking at the two shocking blood holes on his neck, Red Sleeves remembered what Du Yuan said, this guy won't really become a vampire, right? She vaguely felt that the vampire must not be a real ghost, it should belong to a mutated physique, and through the transmission of special serum, some kind of recessive gene was activated. This sounds somewhat similar to the magic of the Quedan, with the difference that there are almost no side effects.

This gas station is only a river away from the famous Papal Palace, and while waiting for refueling, Du Yuan looked at the broken bridge over the river and suddenly remembered a famous allusion. He covered the fuel tank, and suddenly realized that he had no euro on him at all, and complained to Dan Lao in his heart, and he didn't explain the teleportation place earlier, which caught them off guard. He took out his UnionPay special card, and the staff took it and looked at it, and actually swiped it. Du Yuan sighed for a while, it is really more and more convenient now than it was back then. It's all thanks to the blessing of the Celestial Empire!

He drove the car back to the service area to pick up the others, and when Red Sleeves saw him, he looked a little apprehensive, "Listen, what is he talking about?" Du Yuan approached Labadi and listened quietly, "Oh, he's looking for an imam." I don't know if there is a mosque in this small town, but this is one of the holy places of Christianity, and I don't know if it is so open-minded that it allows pagans to come and get a piece of the pie. ”

Labadi turned his head desperately to avoid the sun, but his eyes never opened. Du Yuan had some ominous premonitions, this wouldn't be a precursor to mutation, right? Pulling a reserve vampire around is not a good choice, if you are not careful, I am afraid that the whole car will be infected. For the sake of Labadi, and for everyone's sake, he stuffed this Maasai wolf into the trunk again, and it seemed that he had to be dealt with first. Du Yuan got into the car, this time he was the driver, and the others sat side by side and drove the car into the small city of Avignon.

Du Yuan said to Red Sleeves the allusion he just remembered, "Look at the broken bridge on the river over there, it is said that hundreds of years ago, a shepherd boy was inspired by God and lifted a tonnage of stones to the river alone, laying the first bridge foundation. This miracle inspired the people to build the bridge. As for how it was broken later, I don't know very well, it seems to have been washed away by a flood. However, it was because of this miracle that the Papal Palace of the Roman Empire was built here, where seven popes lived, but of course it has long been abandoned. What do you think of this legend?" Du Yuanyuan expected Red Sleeves to analyze from the perspective of the Daomen, whether it was possible for that shepherd boy to eat a large Jie Dan or something.

Unexpectedly, the red sleeves were very surprised, she told Du Yuan about her life experience again, the last time she talked about it, Congxin, Zhang Liao and the little mute at that time were all present, only Du Yuan was not clear. Hearing how Dan Lao repelled the water and cut off the flow in the seventeenth year of Shunzhi, how he saved the red sleeves, and how he shocked the mountain people, and was named the allusion of the fairy bridge. Comparing the two compartments, Du Yuan suddenly had an idea, "Dan Lao said, appearance is just skin, which one you want to wear." Is it possible that he is also the legendary divine revelation shepherd boy here? It sounds so close to your story!" Red Sleeves tilted his head and thought about it, and suddenly chuckled, obviously remembering Dan Lao's naughty boy appearance, "No, even if he loves to act again, he won't play the same scene twice." Besides, he seems to have mentioned that people of different skin colors were not originally the work of the same testing ground, but were brought together, and many of the earlier testing grounds have been abolished. I don't fully understand that. The red sleeves from the former Qing Dynasty didn't understand these more partial nascent concepts, but Du Yuan did, and he fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, Red Sleeves screamed, and Du Yuan followed her finger to look, in the corner of the small city, a green dome stood under the blue sky, and a golden crescent moon was inserted on it. This is a mosque without a written sign, and there is no doubt that it is a mosque.

As soon as the car stepped on the accelerator, it turned around, and in a moment, it came to the door. This is not a prayer period, and the door is full of birds. They took Labadi out again, put him into the temple, found a private room, and laid him down. Someone had already gone in to tell the imam, and not long after, an elderly man with a black beard, a black robe and a white turban, came out. Walked forward quickly, without asking, carefully checked Labadi's situation, and looked very shocked. He stood up and thanked the Oriental faces. Du Yuan hurriedly asked, "How is he? Is there any salvation? He was bitten by a vampire." ”

The imam nodded, thought for a moment, and shook his head again. took out a simple scripture book from his bosom and said to Du Yuan, "You can leave him here for the time being." As long as he has his head resting on the Qur'an, he can continue to be a human being. If I travel with you again, I'm afraid I will have to be the devil. Du Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, this may be the best choice. It also seemed to be relatively safe, so I discussed it with everyone and decided to follow the imam's advice and leave Labadi alone in the temple.

Classic cars are on the road again, and the atmosphere is a little more relaxed for the time being. The scenery along the way is good, and the folk customs are good. The smaller the town, the lovelier the residents. There are often occasional drivers, take the initiative to greet them, and also take the initiative to give way, Red Sleeves likes this country very much, and feels that there is a lot less impetuous atmosphere than the Celestial Empire. Du Yuan was vaccinated in advance, "When you get to Paris, you don't think so." The world's big cities are just as cold and selfish. Redsleeves refused to believe it. Aya gradually regained her spirit and began to observe curiously.

After eight hours of driving, we finally arrived at ancient Paris.

Saying that Paris is ancient, Red Sleeves was not convinced, there are so many historic cities in the Celestial Empire, what is so special about Paris? Most of the buildings here have a history of one or two hundred years, the floors are not high, two or three floors, and the building materials are mainly stone. Some of the buildings are dilapidated, or they don't stand at all, and they are not all demolished. The municipal authorities stipulate that the original appearance of an old wall along the street must be preserved, and the new buildings built behind it are not allowed to be higher than the height of the old wall. In this way, the historical appearance of the whole city is greatly extended. It's really worth learning.

The streets are mostly paved with ashlar stones, which are very narrow and crowded. Therefore, the cars driven by the citizens also choose many small ones, which are convenient to park at any time. According to the compass's instructions, Aya guided the car to a high ground, pointed to a tall white building five hundred meters away, and said, "That's it, the target is not moving." ”

Red Sleeves was a little surprised when she saw it, "This palace is so beautiful!" Du Yuan corrected her, "It's a church, a church of the Sacred Heart, a big temple for Catholics." With great difficulty, they managed to find a parking space, got out of the car, and made their way through the crowds on the heights of Montmartre, towards the Sacré-Coeur church. Getting closer, Du Yuan stopped, "There are too many tourists in the church now, I'm afraid we won't be able to act." If you are not careful, it will shock the world. It's better to wait until it gets dark before you do it, and it's not too late for a while. Red Sleeves raised his eyes and looked at the sky, it was only three or four o'clock in the afternoon, "Then what are we doing now?" Du Yuan smiled crookedly, "Let's earn some pocket money." ”

He pointed to some of the art stalls around the highlands and said, "Have you seen those street artists? I also came here to practice stalls during the school holidays and paint portraits to make money." Red Sleeves looked Du Yuan up and down, as if he knew this person again, "What do you do for a living? What did you do before you came to Danyuan?" "Hehe, I studied art, and I have never been able to engage in oil painting, so I changed my career to make the concept of digital art. Oh, it means that you can draw with your imagination and earn a wage. Aya curiously ran to look at the people who painted the portraits, and ran back to ask, "Do you earn more in this job?" Du Yuan smiled bitterly, "Like the peasants, watch the sky and eat." Paris loves to rain, and business will suffer. Sometimes, before a painting is finished, the customer runs to hide from the rain and never comes back. There's a job that pays fast—"

He didn't say much, walked directly to the door of a small oriental shop, and exchanged a brush, a bottle of ink, and a pile of straw paper with the Vietnamese owner. I found a clean space next to the entrance of the store and sat down. I filled up the brush and wrote an advertisement in Chinese, English and French as "Chinese Famous Calligraphy Master"! and drew a panda next to it as a decoration. Let Aya stick this piece of paper on the wall behind him.

Something magical happened, and not long after, there was a long queue in front of Du Yuan, mostly children, and there were also many adults. Looking at Kuanfat's posture and listening to the accent, you can easily tell that this is an American tour group. Red Sleeves held Aya and stretched her neck, wanting to see how Du Yuan performed. I saw him look up and ask the first boy, what's the syourname?steven?ok......! Within a few minutes, the happy American tourists, each holding the undried "want to sweat, do not wave, Maitreya, swollen to death, cuixi, dark deep" ran away, leaving behind a lot of money. Some of them went directly to the tattoo parlor and tattooed the "mysterious and beautiful name symbol" on their bodies.