The lore female agent: drag the back wild world

Chapter 97 The Oiran Controversy [9]

At night, we will also stay in Mujiang Garden in a fair and aboveboard manner.
It's just that they have changed and become silent, without any verbal communication,
Luo Lishang would carefully pick out the small bone spurs in the fish for Murong Feixue, and then silently put them in front of Murong Feixue,

I will blow cold scented tea, put it in front of Murong Feixue after it is not hot,
Without any words, still with a monster face expressionless, aloof,
At first Murong Feixue didn't take it seriously, she readily accepted it, but later, it became a matter of course,

Without any words, still with a monster face expressionless, aloof,
She will never be entangled in anything, and accepts everything with pleasure,——
(Dividing line)
At night, when the lights come on,
The night is deep, people are not enchanted,
On the busiest street in the imperial city, a good show is going on at this time, but it seems unusually weird,

On the right, there is a bustling city full of people,

The figures of the girls calling guests, the laughing tunes and play sounds of the men, and the shy and shy laughter of the women,
Occasionally, there will be a few groans and groans that make people blush,
With a thriving look,

On the left side, however, it was unusually quiet, with only a few remnants of flowers and willows standing on the platform, who were still dressed in fancy dress.
The big red lanterns in front of the door, the red silk curtains look extremely lonely,

Swaying incessantly under the breeze, all revealing desolation,

At this time, if you look carefully, you will find a black figure flying out of the lonely emerald red building,

The martial arts are extraordinary, the body is like a swallow, and the whole body exudes cold air,

Those eyes are sharp and shut,

This is the old bustard of Cuihonglou, now she has a new look, just like a different person,
She is no longer the body made of fat, and she is free from the wind and dust, no one would have thought that she is the old bustard of Cuihonglou in the imperial city,

Those eyes are cold enough to put a person to death,
The figure kept flying in one direction,
Finally, I stopped in front of a ruined temple in the suburbs,
This ruined temple is usually the habitat of beggars,
Without hesitation, the bustard sprinkled a handful of powder with the palm of his hand, which was colorless and odorless.

So, stepping in,
In the ruined temple, those beggars seemed to be frozen, and their original expressions were still maintained, just like a statue, with only expressions and no movement.

The old bustard patrolled the ruined temple and stopped when he saw nothing unusual.
At this moment, a black shadow floated down and landed in front of the old bustard,

The black shadow has a breath from the darkness, overlooking everything,
It was a kind of breath that would make people shudder. Standing in front of him, one couldn't help being respectful, everything had to be cautious, and looking at him more was a kind of blasphemy.
Makes you feel like you're going to hell.
Such a man with a dangerous aura can't see his face, the whole face is replaced by a silver mask, which looks even more mysterious,
Seeing the man coming in, the bustard quickly knelt down on the ground: "See my lord",
The man with the mysterious mask said coldly: "Is there anything to report?",
The voice is like the voice of Hell Shura announcing the death of a person, penetrating people's hearts,
unconsciously frightened,
The bustard never dared to look up,
(End of this chapter)