And what he has to face is not one Miss An, but two.
Just like now, it's noon the next day.
Wang Quan was sitting in the middle of the back seat of the Ford Model T. Besides him, there were two girls in the back seat.
On the left is Miss An, and on the right is Miss An.
The car was driving on Nanjing Road, and their destination was the Chinachem Hotel, which was originally supposed to be built in 1929.
It was later the North Building of the Peace Hotel.
On the way, Wang Quan's eyes suddenly moved, and then he remained calm.
He saw Feng Lang and the others.
Without Wangchuan and Gambler, there are only four of them left.
Feng Lang turned his head and said something to the air. Master, Goutu, and Liuying stood behind him, their eyes dull and silent.
Miss An, who was wearing a red dress, put her chin on Wang Quan's shoulder and blew into his ear, "Mr. Wang, do you want to say hello to your friends?"
Wang Quan resisted the itching of his ears and decisively refused, "No, I'm really not familiar with them."
We didn't even have a meal together.
"Mr. Wang, are you sure?" Ms. An, in black cheongsam, covered her face with a folding fan and frowned, "If we don't see you this time, there will be no chance in the future~~"
Wang Quan got off the donkey along the slope and said, "Let's meet him then."
What exactly does Miss An mean by this?
Should she kill herself or not?
Forget it, love it anyway, he doesn't have much hope anyway.
As for what Miss An said about letting him go...
As long as the other party agrees that the blind date is over, the blind date APP should be able to take you back.
The question is what if people don’t agree?
Shaking his head, Wang Quan got off the car and walked towards Feng Lang and the others.
"Mr. Wang."
Wang Quan turned around.
Miss An in black cheongsam put down her folding fan, her expression more serious than ever before. This may be the first time since she faced Wang Quan that she did not show a smiling expression:
"Mr. Wang, no matter what you think, I still have to tell you...I will never hurt you."
Wang Quan was startled, nodded subconsciously, and then walked towards Feng Lang and the others without looking back.
He is ashamed.
He felt so ashamed of himself.
Knowing that facing this kind of monster is like an ant facing a human being.
If the other party is just passing by, it may bring disaster to you.
When she plays with him now, it's just like observing "ants" out of boredom.
When curiosity disappears, maybe you won't care about yourself anymore.
But I still subconsciously believe her. Why?
Because she is good-looking?
This is why Wang Quan feels embarrassed.
He really couldn't control his three senses following his five senses.
The key point is that although she feels a little scared,...she really hasn't hurt herself.
Mental pollution is a passive skill, so it's really impossible to prevent it.
Tsk, is it also the reason why I subconsciously explain to her that I have mental pollution?
Or am I really an honest man?
Wang Quan was too lazy to think about it.
He cleared his mind, walked to Feng Lang, and said hello, "Brother Feng, not seeing you all night is like three autumns."
Feng Lang glanced at him and frowned, "Who is this native? Is it related to the mission of 'Hell'?"
After saying that, he looked at the air around him and nodded, and then said to Wang Quan: "I'm sorry, you recognized the wrong person."
Then he lowered his voice and said to the air: "Remember, this is the most difficult 'Fengdu City' level dungeon. If nothing happens, don't interact with the natives. If any branch line is triggered, it will be over.
"The world with the highest difficulty may not have a difficult main mission, but if you insert a branch mission, you can't tell. If you don't want to create variables, don't seek death.
"Find Wangchuan and Wang Quan first. They might have been captured by gamblers, but they didn't receive a death notice. Wangchuan should not be dead yet, and the mission has not changed. Wang Quan should be alive as well. Anyway, it's better to be careful.
"
While communicating with the air, he walked forward on his own.
"Brother Feng?" Wang Quan stepped forward and pulled Feng Lang's exposed forearm.
After he was caught, he was really stunned.
Why is it so cold? Moreover, the muscles are atrophied and the skin is sagging, with no elasticity at all.
This touch...why doesn't it feel like a living person?
His arm was thrown away, and Feng Lang continued to move forward while communicating with the air.
The three masters and masters just followed him with dull eyes.
Looking at their backs, Wang Quan felt a sadness welling up in his heart.
Is this the result of being in contact with Miss An for a long time?
Will he become like this too?
He raised his head and looked around.
It was obviously only noon, but on Nanjing Road, which was supposed to be very lively, there was no one except Feng Lang, Wang Quan himself, and the Ford car in which Miss An was sitting.
The sky was covered with dark clouds and it seemed like it was going to rain soon.
The road was full of potholes, and the buildings on both sides looked very dilapidated under the dark clouds.
They don't actually look shabby, but Wang Quan feels that they are very shabby, even close to the appearance of buildings that are about to weather.
This feeling is very strange.
Light a cigarette and finish it quietly.
Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and crushing it with his feet, Wang Quan returned to the car.
Miss An, who was wearing a black cheongsam, said with a smile: "Have you finished saying goodbye to them?"
Wang Quan said nothing.
Miss An in red dress comforted him, "It's not your fault. It's better to say that they should have died a long time ago. Their survival today is all because of Mr. Wang. Without you, they wouldn't be able to wait until now."
Wang Quan sighed slightly melancholy, "It's nothing, I just feel a little uncomfortable. Although they and I have a relationship of mutual use, they also defended me when the gamblers had conflicts with me, and they didn't do anything wrong to me.
thing."
In fact, it is the sad feeling of a rabbit dying and a fox sad.
There is also the sympathy that ordinary people have after seeing poor people.
"Let's go eat." Wang Quan smiled, "We've come to this magical city, and I have to taste the delicious food here to be worthy of myself."
Both Ms. An smiled, "I won't let you down~~"
The car and the people were going in opposite directions, and Feng Lang and the others were drifting away.
Finally, Wang Quan withdrew his gaze - their backs could no longer be seen through the rear window.
A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Chinachem Hotel.
Zombie-faced Liu opened the cab and walked to the back door, then opened the door.
Wang Quan got out of the car and looked back at Nanjing Road, a magical city that made him feel inexplicably lonely. Then he turned back and followed the two Miss An into the hotel.
On the balcony outside the Jiuxiao Hall, Wang Quan leaned on the marble guardrail, quietly looking at the dilapidated and weathered Bund and the dry Huangpu River.
Wang Quan is in the middle, with women on his left and right.
"There's no need to get so close." Wang Quan was helpless.
He originally wanted to ask something very serious.
After all, he was not a threat to Miss An, and he felt that Miss An would answer some of his questions.
Originally he wanted to be serious...but with the "big big" and "big big" leaning on his arms, it was really difficult for him to be serious.
Relatively speaking, Wang Quan admired Miss An more in the red cheongsam (she changed her dress back into a cheongsam).
Nothing else, the main thing is that she exposed more.
They say that where there is a ditch, there will be fire. If she doesn’t, who will?
"It doesn't matter~~" Ms. An in the black cheongsam narrowed her black eyes and white pupils slightly, seeming to be aware of Wang Quan's inner thoughts, "There is no need to compare the two of us, Mr. Wang~~ because we are the same
Just a person~~"
"Hmm~" Miss An in the red cheongsam's red eyes with white and black pupils curved into crescent moons, "And don't forget~ You must make us happy these two days. Only when we are happy will we be satisfied.
I will let you go only when I am satisfied~~"
Wang Quan said helplessly: "I have a few questions to ask you. Can you answer them? If not, forget it. I would rather die than surrender."
It is better to die than surrender, or to die or surrender.
"Okay~~" Ms. An in black cheongsam tilted her head, "But... let's order food first~"
"..." Wang Quan grinned, "Give me a sturgeon first."