Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 600 Rose Festival 29
The fragrance in the air suddenly became stronger, and the rancid smell floating in the corridor became more and more impossible to ignore. He Xiaoman didn't know what evil she did, the most fragrant, the smelliest, and the most romantic. And the ugliest always haunt her senses like a shadow.

When a cold and rotten aura lingered in front of He Xiaoman's door, she took out her mobile phone and started the loop playback when Feng Che once again performed infinite carp kicking and moaning.

Feng Che was stunned.

He is very familiar with the voices of the hero and heroine in this audio.

too familiar.

One is himself who is tossing and tossing about the bed, and the other is He Xiaoman who occasionally deals with it.

Feng Che let out a sigh of relief, and didn't know whether he should be happy or vigilant. The time the two of them were acting was actually recorded by her.

The little girl is really awesome.

He Xiaoman still enjoyed Feng Che's approving gaze, and soon she felt something was wrong.

In the entire hotel, at least within the range that He Xiaoman's perception could detect, ambiguous voices sounded from many rooms almost simultaneously.

It seemed that just after midnight, poker was played in the guest rooms, and the battle was unprecedentedly fierce.

As an adult, as a house owner who has done a few festival quests and considers herself well-informed, He Xiaoman still feels that this dungeon has shattered her three views.

Is there any mistake, this is a town of love, not a town of love! Hey!
"Don't you feel that the air smells wrong right now?" Feng Che's voice sounded in He Xiaoman's mind: "Sure enough, it's right not to eat their ghost things."

"Are there any other additional states besides smelly and stinky?" He Xiaoman was stunned. This mixed smell itself was already a hallucinogenic and extremely harmful to her damaged olfactory system. If it could also stack buffs It just doesn't leave a way for people to live.

He Xiaoman watched Feng Che's handsome face gradually turn red and asked him, "Are you hot?"

"I'm not hot, but you're stupid." Feng Che rolled his eyes at her.

He Xiaoman saw that Feng Che closed his eyes tightly and remained silent for a moment, with his hammer tilted and his mouth forked, and holding his pitch-black hammer, he began to wander around the door.

And Feng Che said to He Xiaoman: "If you really don't feel anything, then go to bed and lie down, no one knows what drama will be played next, at least I can let myself be quiet for four hours."

"Do I... need to feel something?" He Xiaoman seemed to understand something, but he was not sure.

Feng Che seemed to suddenly want to understand some problems, he made three comparisons to He Xiaoman and said, "It's Taiyin...I understand, no wonder you don't feel anything. The air has a very strong...uh... …The effect of motivating human beings to play poker desperately, I am less affected because there are less tea bags and food to eat here, and you are not affected at all because of the purest and most holy thing.”

Feng Che's face seemed to be even redder.

But there was a slight envious smile in his eyes: "As expected of a lunatic, he can't resist not snatching something like this. That's good, in the future, you will never have to worry about it." Someone is going to use seduction or similar dirty methods against you."

Exactly as I thought.

This fragrant and smelly air actually has the effect of destroying the sun.

In fact, what He Xiaoman doesn't know is that He Xiaoman's resistance to the fox demon's charm in the world of Lord Haochen is of course related to Po Mie Lingyan and He Xiaoman himself being a straight girl of steel, but what really makes He Xiaoman's spiritual platform clear is indeed indeed. It is the water of Taiyin.

Feng Che began to enter today's four-hour debilitating period with greater peace of mind.

not moving at all.

Forced to remain still.

Even though his body was like ten thousand ants devouring his heart, the period of weakness still made Feng Che stand still.

He Xiaoman looked at him with a smile: "You are not bragging, you can lie in bed all day without eating or drinking."

The air talisman at the door can play a certain shielding role, the hammer is the second level, both players and NPCs can be killed, and He Xiaoman is the third level against players, so under the current situation, Feng Che simply uses poison to fight poison, and uses it to enter the weakened state. There are long-term ways to combat cravings that are getting out of control.

He Xiaoman admired him a lot.

Even in this case, he can still turn the unfavorable situation into an advantage.

Of course, the premise is that He Xiaoman is really not controlled by this smell.

As the night deepened, an unknown amount of ambiguity was added to the strong fragrance and stench, and a poker party was launched in the whole hotel.

At dawn the next day, He Xiaoman found that the number of surviving players had been refreshed again, and it became 21.

The extremely strong smell gradually dissipated, and He Xiaoman found that the doors of many guest rooms were wide open, some people couldn't keep their mouths shut when they won, some couldn't close their legs when they lost, and both winners and losers were as pale as ghosts.

The mist enveloped He Xiaoman, and after silently wandering around below the sixth floor, she found that there was a kind of dark pattern on the house numbers of many rooms, which was hard to see unless one looked carefully, as if someone's hand had just touched the white space. The imprint left behind by steel.

Some of those patterns are in the shape of a seed, some are a flower bud, some are a skull, and some house numbers have nothing on them.

When he returned to his room, He Xiaoman checked it carefully, and found that his house number belonged to the last category.

Feng Che was tossed about for a full four hours, and it was the first time he tasted this sourness in his long years. His eyes that were usually shining brightly were listless now, and his whole body was as wilted as a kiwi fruit that had just been frosted. Da da.

He Xiaoman talked about his new discovery, and Feng Che, who had been on the verge of death, finally regained some energy.

"The seeds are harvested, and the buds have already begun to vegetate. The reason why I am so sure is that I vaguely saw the rose queen-like pattern on the house number of Yang Duanduan before, but I didn't think so much at that time. I thought it was the logo of the Rose Hotel, so we can deduce from this, does the skull symbol represent a rotten forbidden house?"

I have to admit that Feng Che thought more than He Xiaoman.

He Xiaoman only infers the different states of the people in the guest room based on the seed flowers, and the blank house number is probably He Xiaoman who has not received or sent flowers.

Unexpectedly, Feng Che could draw inferences from one instance and directly deduce the meaning of the skeleton.

"This room is unacceptable tonight. It is blank, which probably means that anyone can come in."

Feng Che's expression was ugly.

It feels like the current Rose Hotel is like Goulanyuan. Which girl has customers and who doesn't, who can eat real and who can fake, you can recognize it directly through the dark lines on the house number.

"Let's eat noodles first, let's go shopping and participate in activities later."

(End of this chapter)