Chapter 304 Seoul's Red Light District at Night (1)
Qin Shihuang was talking to the masked woman, but what made me a little weird was that the masked woman had an indifferent attitude towards Qin Shihuang who took the initiative. Although it was not indifferent, it was definitely a slightly indifferent attitude.
A hint of ice beauty.
However, Qin Shihuang didn't mind this at all. He smiled and continued to say a few words to the masked woman. Even though the masked woman just nodded slightly, it still made him laugh.
Old Chen Mie and I looked at each other in disbelief. This Qin Shihuang gave people really different feelings!
For those of us, he is very majestic and majestic, but for that masked woman, she is simply...indescribable tenderness.
Is this the power of love?
She can actually make the first emperor of all time bow under her pomegranate skirt. To be honest, I am very curious about the true appearance of the masked woman!
What kind of woman must this be to have such great charm...
Qin Shihuang gave a few instructions to the terracotta warriors and horses beside him, and soon, the terracotta warriors and horses quickly dispersed.
I heard Qin Shihuang telling the masked woman to leave. The masked woman didn't say anything more and just nodded lightly.
Qin Shihuang turned around and walked out of the house surrounded by a crowd of terracotta warriors and horses. The masked woman following her suddenly turned around and glanced at me before walking out of the house.
But just such a look made me stunned!
The masked woman and I looked at each other for a moment, and I felt as if I had been electrocuted, and my mind went blank!
The eyes of the masked woman are big and beautiful, like a pool of autumn water, which makes people feel peaceful!
But there is a hint of melancholy in these pair of water-cut autumn eyes.
What shocked me even more was that I actually had a familiar feeling about these eyes...
I stood there numbly, watching the masked woman turn around and leave behind Qin Shihuang.
I stared at the white figure of the masked woman, and felt an inexplicable pain in my heart...
"Those eyes...why do they feel so familiar to me?" I murmured to myself.
But soon, with a sharp pain coming from the wound, my mind was quickly pulled back!
I sat down weakly on the ground and couldn't help but gasp!
"Damn it, it hurts!" I said.
"Humph, you still know it hurts. I think you were fascinated by the beautiful woman just now... Sister Han Yun, do you think so?" Gu Yanran, a young man on the side, said angrily. I thought to myself, I don't think a beautiful woman cares about you.
If you are good-looking and have a plumper figure, I would also like you...
Han Yun's eyes were still red. She didn't say much and walked straight to the old woman lying on the ground not far away, dying.
I know in my heart that the old woman is her master and has raised her for many years. Even if she treats her badly, she will definitely feel uncomfortable when she is killed now.
Han Yun knelt down next to the old woman's body, kowtowed heavily several times, and then grabbed the old woman's hand on his face. Tears fell silently to the ground. It made me feel a little heavy.
Neither Old Chen Mie nor I bothered Han Yun, and let Han Yun kneel there for a while. Finally, he looked up at the surviving young female Taoist priests and seemed to explain a few words.
Several young female Taoist priests nodded repeatedly, and they were frightened and knelt down beside the old woman one after another...
After a while, Han Yun returned to my side.
I looked up and found that there were no tears on her face, and she had returned to her previous cold look.
"Gu Xiaoniu, why don't you help me to lighten my hand?" I shouted to Gu Yanran.
"You call me sister and I will help you."
"If you don't help me when I call you sister, then I will ask someone to push you away when I get back!"
"What do you mean? Why did you push me?"
Gu Yanran was a little stupid. She only reacted after she said something, and suddenly she was so angry that her face turned red and she stamped her feet.
In the end, Han Yun, who remained silent, took the initiative to come over and help me up. Looking at Han Yun's silent expression, I honestly felt a little weird.
Just like that, under the eyes of everyone attending the wedding in the house, as well as several young female Taoist priests, Han Yun, who was going to be married to Zhenshan Zhi, took the initiative to help me walk out of the house.
What's more embarrassing is that my wound was very close to my heart, so Han Yun not only stood very close to me, but also held my arm in her arms...
Although there is a well-maintained mountain road outside the house, it is still a bit bumpy. I covered the wound with one hand and let Han Yun hold my other hand in his arms as I slowly walked down the mountain.
The old man Chen Mie beside me asked me why I stopped screaming when the blood was still bleeding?
I lowered my head and felt shy for a while, thinking that all my attention at the moment was on the hand held by Han Yun. How could I care about whether the wound was bleeding or not...
The Qinglian Mountain seemed completely silent at night. Old man Chen Mie took out several yellow talismans and threw them into his mouth. He muttered something along the way. Finally, when he was about to go down the mountain, the old guy said to me with a solemn face: "
Boy, how is your relationship with that Qin Shihuang?"
"Why do you ask this?"
"I just took a look, and he really captured all the wronged ghosts on Qinglian. With such a huge number of wronged ghosts, I suspect that he is really preparing to conquer the Six Realms...
"
"Uh, does that have anything to do with how much money you have?" I said angrily.
As a result, the old man Chen Mie rubbed his hands and said with a smile on his face: "If Qin Shihuang really wants to conquer the Six Realms, can you help me find a general or something, so that I can follow him to other interfaces?
I heard that there is a Yaksha tribe in the ghost world, and all the women there are as beautiful as gods..."
To be honest, I always thought that Old Chen Mie was a Maoshan Patriarch-level figure, so I didn’t expect you to be a great person, but you should still show some positive energy.
But now when I heard what he said, I suddenly felt very disappointed. This old man Chen Mie was not a master at all, he was just an old gangster.
I shook my head and gave old Chen Mie a look of disdain. Then, while Han Yun and Gu Yanran were not paying attention, I quietly leaned into old Chen Mie's ear and asked in a low voice: "That beauty from the Yaksha tribe in the ghost world."
How beautiful is it? How does it compare with Gu Xiaoniu and Han Yunlai..."
After about two or three hours of wandering, our group finally descended from Qinglian Mountain.
At the foot of Qinglian Mountain, after old man Chen Mie bandaged my wound, the four of us found a place to spend the night.
It wasn't until the next morning that we walked to the nearest road and got on the bus to the city...