People took a sneak peek and saw the young woman pushing the man away and raising her head, her face was completely exposed under the street lamp. This woman was like a piece of fine cold jade, warm but cold, with light eyes. Skimming, lingering and swaying, it makes people intoxicated.
The handsome boy rolled his throat and grabbed her hand again, "I'll take you home, let's go home."
The young woman had a severe headache and knocked his hand away, "Get out."
Her voice is also extremely beautiful, cold, soft, long, and quiet, making people ignore her indecent words.
"Don't make trouble. It's on the street. Let's talk about it after we go back, okay?" The handsome boy winked, and several men gathered around her, trying to take her away by pushing her.
"Look how considerate my boyfriend is."
The young man warned his girlfriend with pink bubbles, "You can't get drunk outside, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold you."
"Who the hell are you?"
The young woman picked up the wine bottle in her hand and smashed the handsome boy's head, causing blood to flow. He fell to the ground with a thud.
This sudden coldness was more unpredictable than the autumn wind, and both the men and passers-by were stunned.
"You stinky cousin, you're looking for death!" The men quickly reacted and rushed forward. In less than two minutes, they all followed the handsome boy's footsteps and lay on the ground with their heads and legs covered.
Passersby were frightened and quickly took photos and called an ambulance. What should I do if this drunk girl suddenly looks so cool and handsome? !
The young woman didn't seem to know what she had done. She stood there blankly, holding a broken bottle in her hand. Blood and wine were mixed and dripping from the jagged and sharp glass.
The strong liquor is fermenting on the streets, and when the wind blows, you can still smell its unique rich smoke smell, with a hint of burnt aroma.
She stretched out her hand, and drops of blood mixed with wine fell on her slender white fingers. She smiled and licked them clean bit by bit, then threw the bottle away with a bang, and the glass shattered.
The wind and clouds suddenly changed color, lightning and thunder came out from the clouds, and a few raindrops fell on people's faces, followed by heavy raindrops.
"What's going on? Isn't it raining today?"
"This thunder makes my ears hurt. Don't think someone is trying to survive the tribulation."
The crowd of people joining in the fun dispersed. Some of them looked back while running to hide from the rain, and saw a young woman stumbling across the road. She stumbled and fell in the middle of the road. Just as the light turned from green to red, a truck came from the side. Fang is coming at a gallop!
As soon as the passerby screamed, the woman turned over unconsciously, as if she had slept until the end of time.
The truck passed her dangerously, but luckily the wheels didn't hit her.
The passers-by were already stunned and were about to surround them in a minute, but the young woman got up in confusion, passed between several cars that braked suddenly, and disappeared in the gorgeous and blurred city lights. .
In a corner hidden by the rain, there was an additional figure.
Zhan Changfeng's eyebrows were slightly pressed. The square iron boxes running on the street made her realize that she had probably arrived in the mortal world that extended to external objects, just like China that moved towards interstellar civilization thousands of years ago.
She opened her causal eye, followed the countless threads, and quickly understood the information in this world. Suddenly she noticed something strange. Almost in the next moment, this strangeness was erased by some kind of existence.
But she has found the source of the strangeness.
After pondering for a few breaths, Zhan Changfeng carried Youan out and walked into the rain. Youan leaned on her shoulder and curiously looked at the high-rise buildings around her, saying in a childish voice, "Is this what it's like outside?"
"This is just one of the tens of millions of civilizations." Zhan Changfeng had never told her that she was Lianwei, the chief officer of Taiyi's Tianji Palace, a disciple of Chunyunjie Chunjiang Pavilion, and a person conferred by the Demon Court. God of Wealth.
She maintained her initial ignorance and sincerity, and re-understood the world and the world.
All Zhan Changfeng had to do was to spread common sense to her.
After walking a few streets, Zhan Changfeng found the source of the strangeness, and when he looked up, he saw a young woman.
The young woman leaned slumped against the damp alley wall, holding a bottle of Shao Knife in her hand. Not far away, there was a food stall proprietress yelling at some bastard who drank secretly and refused to pay.
Zhan Changfeng approached her calmly. Seeing that she was drunk, he lifted her up with a free hand, "You'an, let's find a place to live first."
Youan had no idea about the word "live", but that didn't stop her from nodding in response, "Do you have a house here?"
"No."
"oh......"
Zhan Changfeng held Youan in one hand and the drunkard in the other as he approached a splendid hotel.
The front desk lady Xu had seen many actors who came to stay, so she was not particularly surprised by Zhan Changfeng and You'an's ancient-style dressing. She said enthusiastically and politely, "Hello, welcome to Yueke Hotel, what can I do for you? ?”
Zhan Changfeng glanced at the price list, "A super luxurious suite, thirty days."
"Okay, please show the IDs of you and the lady next to you. I will return them to you immediately after checking in."
"Wait a minute." Zhan Changfeng put You'an on the service table, took out the ID and a card from the drunk woman's pocket, put them on the table, then reached into the wide sleeve robe and changed the ID come out.
"A total of ninety-seven thousand, please enter the password."
Zhan Changfeng said in a voice filled with soul power, "Password."
The drunk woman remained silent and entered the password in a daze.
After checking in and arriving at the room, Youan sat on the sofa, shaking his legs, looking unhappy, "The money is not ours."
She was born in the fortune of wealth. Every day she hears souls praying for someone to protect their lives and wealth. She really cannot accept this kind of practice which is equivalent to stealing other people's property.
Zhan Changfeng threw the drunkard into a bedroom and said seriously to You'an, "It's my fault this time. When I get the currency of this world, I will pay it back to her in double the amount."
Upon hearing this, Youan tilted his head and asked, "Have you never been here before?"
"It's the same as you, it's the first time here."
You'an suddenly felt excusable and smiled brightly. Zhan Changfeng rubbed her head and placed a few restrictions in the suite out of caution.
A night of silence.
The next day, Jiang Yan woke up from the 2.8-meter-wide bed with a mess of hair on her head. She climbed out of the bed as if sleepwalking. She felt something was wrong. The bed was a bit big today. She could usually get out of it just by turning over. .
She stayed there for a few breaths and tried to open her eyes. In the dimness, the scene in the room gradually became clearer. The iron floor lamp and the frosted bathroom door. When she turned around, a whole wall of thick curtains blocked the sunlight.
"I... Minato!" She quickly checked what she was wearing, and then she covered her nose because of the stinging smell of alcohol, "Where is this place?"
At the dining table outside, Youan whispered, "That girl is awake."
Zhan Changfeng flipped through the newspaper that was brought up, and a dark light flashed in his eyes, "I will repay her well later."
