Autumn night, full moon.

Two great men were walking in the wilderness, carrying lanterns and torches in hand, and there were wine bags for courage hanging around their waists.

The cold wind is chilly. There is still a vague fire in the distance.

"What the hell is this?"

Liu Bingding complained: "I have little knowledge, but I have never seen such a kind of curved state."

Xing Kai smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know either. Anyway, Yu Changge should have released the Qujing at that time."

"I really didn't expect that with her strength, she could really support a state of mind."

Liu Bingding said coldly: "It's not her strength."

"It's...that thing."

Xing Kai took a deep breath, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes: "Yes, that thing."

"But why is Yu Changge's musical realm so strange? We have never seen prehistoric relics in our outfits?"

The two were wearing coarse cloth clothes. If Han Le were here, he would naturally recognize it. This was probably a common outfit used by people who traveled around the world in ancient China.

"There are too many prehistoric relics, and there are more than twenty prehistoric civilizations discovered within the organization. Can you remember them all?"

Liu Bingding frowned:

"There is a fire in front of you, should you go over and take a look?"

Xing Kai nodded:

"Take caution."

But at this moment, a hand suddenly slapped Xing Kai on the shoulder!

The two suddenly turned around.

The eyes were filled with skin and bones. She was holding a crutch, her voice was hoarse and weak:

"Young man, where are you going?"

But it was an old woman whose teeth were almost gone.

The old woman's cheeks squirmed slightly, like a monkey, and she was curled up.

Although Xing Kai found it strange, he still answered naturally:

"There seems to be a fire in front of me. I just saw a tower, so we want to go over and take a look."

"Fire?"

"Where is the fire?"

The old woman suddenly leaned her face very close, and her eyes were staring at Xing Kai: "Young man, do you look over there?"

Xing Kai was startled by her movements, but for some reason, he followed her words.

A piece of darkness.

No fire.

There are only a few green fluorescence.

“What’s the situation…”

"Just just saw a fire and a figure."

Xing Kai and Liu Bingding were both full of doubts.

The old woman's voice sounded from behind:

"Look at what are you all around you?"

The two looked around inexplicably.

In the corner that I didn't notice just now, strange protrusions were everywhere in my eyes.

At this moment, even if they didn't understand prehistoric civilization, the two of them reacted.

That is, graves scattered with yellow paper!

"In the middle of the night, I ran to the mass grave. Are you two humans or ghosts?"

In the dark night, the old woman's low laughter came.

At that moment, Xing Kai and Liu Bingding seemed to be poured on the face by a bucket of cold water.

All over cold.

...

In the restaurant, the lights were brightly lit and the music was like a stream.

"Please, please."

Xiaocao smiled warmly. Although she was small, her figure was quite plump and round.

Han Le fell asleep on her chest just now.

I have to say that this little grass girl's breasts are really suitable for being a pillow. They are not only extremely soft, but also fragrant, tender and smooth, making people linger.

Han Le followed the mahogany ladder and touched the grass's buttocks.

"My name is Han Le, and I am the son of Han Wanjin, the richest man in Jiangzuo City."

"This is Shilifang, the number one hook outside Jiangzuo City, with beautiful women and rich children in groups."

"I met a girl I like here. She has a very nice name called Changge."

"Changge is the Qing Gong Gong of Shilifang. He is no better than those who sell their bodies. He only sells art on weekdays."

"She has a peerless weapon. I heard it was the guzheng that the famous master surnamed Li in the previous dynasty once used. Changge once said that in her life, she only played the guzheng for her beloved person."

"I heard the sound of the guzheng just now. Could it be that she had been waiting in the room for too long and was hinting me to go find her soon?"

Thinking of this, Han Le's heart couldn't help but become hot.

Xiaocao led the way in front, and Han Le suddenly asked:

"Xiaocao, have you heard your girl debugging the guzheng just now?"

Xiaocao covered her mouth and said with a smile:

"No, I'm afraid you've heard it in your dream. The girl doesn't play the guzheng easily, and if you want to play it, she'll only play it for you."

Han Le was a little surprised. When he woke up, he clearly heard the sound of the qin, and he would definitely not be wrong.

Could it be that it is really auditory hallucination?

"Young Master, please come here."

The grass smiled and held his hand.

Han Le looked down casually along the railing and suddenly frowned:

"Xiaocao, when did you have foxes in Shilifang and let them sit and eat? What's the point of being?"

But in the lobby, a fox was sitting on a bench like a person, eating randomly, but it was very funny.

There were only countless pedestrians and servants, but no one cared about the fox.

Han Le couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"Oh ah ah!"

Xiaocao said coquettishly: "Young Master Han, do you want to spend the time with our girl?"

"What kind of foxes aren't foxes? I didn't see them, let's go."

Han Le was pulled to a high-end guest room by Xiaocao in a daze.

A faint fragrance floated from the room.

"Young Master, our girl is waiting for you inside, don't let her down."

The grass covered her mouth and left.

Han Le looked at her back and always felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, a white tail tip emerged from the grass skirt, fleeting in an instant.

Han Le was slightly shocked and rubbed his eyes, but Xiaocao turned around and went elsewhere.

In the room, a soft voice came from the long song:

"But Mr. Han is here?"

"Come in quickly?"

Han Le hesitated for a moment, but finally pushed the door open and went in.

Maybe I’ve been drinking too much today and I’m always dazzled.

He laughed at himself.
To be continued...