Earned

Author: Xia Mobifei

Earned

Zhao Die's mind was a little empty.

Does she really not know how to play the pipa?

But why is she here?

What about everyone else?

As soon as he woke up, he found that he had become a prostitute in a brothel again, and Zhao Die felt bad all over.

The most important thing is that the spiritual power she finally cultivated is gone.

Fortunately, she has been exercising with her girl.

Feeling that the strength in her hand was still there, she felt a little more at ease.

She is no longer the frail person she was before.

However, there are many thugs in this building. If you want to escape, you still need to find an opportunity.

And when the madam told her that she was the courtesan of a brothel, she understood it completely.

This may be some kind of illusion, after all, she is not qualified to be an oiran.

Although she looks good, she is still far behind compared to the courtesan.

Moreover, the madam also said that she was good at playing the pipa.

She only knows how to play the guqin, and her playing is mediocre. How could she be the oiran Xiaodie who is famous for her pipa?

It is estimated that the more she is afraid of something, the more she will have illusions about it.

However, this does not seem to be an ordinary illusion. An ordinary illusion will disappear as long as she can realize it.

But she's still here -

"Sister Xiaodie——"

Zhao Die was panicking when she heard a voice that instantly made her feel reassured.

"girl--"

She hurriedly dropped her lute and wanted to run over.

But he was directly grabbed by the old bustard.

"What are you doing? Your performance is about to start, and Mr. Zhao spent a lot of money on it."

"And you actually lost the guy you were eating with?"

The madam looked at Zhao Die in disbelief.

"But I really don't know how to play. If you really let me go, I will only offend people. Besides, you must have recognized the wrong person." Zhao Die struggled for a moment.

A pair of eyes looked directly at Zhao Qing, "Girl——"

"You have to go even if you don't want to."

"Fuck you—" Zhao Die pushed the madam directly.

"You - you are really pissing me off. You guy, I have worked so hard to train you for so long, and this is how you treat me."

The old bustard snorted coldly when he saw Zhao Die running towards Zhao Qing without hesitation.

"I'm not dead yet! It's useless for you to please Ah Qing, I still have the final say in this place."

Zhao Die: "?"

Zhao Qing: "..."

Does this gorgeous woman still remember that she wants to be her mother?

"girl?"

"Don't be afraid, this should be the world of the Soul-Eating Bell."

It shouldn't be just an ordinary fantasy, everything here is terrifyingly real.

"Ah Qing, you are finally back."

"Let's list it today! After raising you for so many years, you must make some contribution to our building. Don't worry, I will definitely find a good family for you, and I will never wrong you." The old madam turned around and walked away.

Come over and say, "The former Wang Yuan has already said that he likes you. Although he is a bit older, he is generous and gentle."

Zhao Qing stared at the old bustard.

"What are you looking at? For my mother——"

Zhao Qing was so shocked by the sight that the gorgeous woman wanted to say something, but Zhao Qing suddenly stretched out his hand and directly grabbed the gorgeous woman's hair and pulled her over!

"What are you doing?"

"Just want to see what's inside your human skin?"

"What?" The madam covered her face, "I am who I am, and of course I am still me inside the human skin."

"This, if you say it, it doesn't count-"

This brothel is called Diancui Pavilion.

The red light is hanging high and people are coming and going.

However, brothels are usually open at night, but they are so lively during the day.

It's completely opposite to the real world.

So, maybe there are some clues here.

Zhao Qing took the madam and walked towards the building. The closer he got to the Cui Pavilion, he suddenly felt hot.

When she walked to the door, Zhao Die was already sweating profusely and kept wiping the sweat on her forehead with her sleeves. The same was true for Zhao Qing. Only the madam had a refreshing look on her face.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Die looked confused, "I was standing here just now, and it wasn't so hot."

"Maybe it's because I have caught the boss of Cuige in this regard."

Zhao Qing glanced at the madam in his hand again.

"You should let go. Don't let your hair get messy. Even if I want to die, I still want to be a beautiful ghost."

The old bustard wanted to break free from Zhao Qing's shackles.

But as long as she moves randomly, Zhao Qing will use force.

She felt like her entire scalp was about to be ripped off.

The madam's brows were furrowed tightly, her eyes filled with emotion, but now only anger remained.

"If you don't want to list yourself, then you can just say it. I won't force you. Why should you do this? That's all. I will return the deed of sale to you and Zhao Die. From now on, you will be free to roam wherever you go.

But can you let my hair go?"

Just as the madam finished speaking, a red fox suddenly jumped out of the building.

Unlike ordinary red foxes, this fox is very large.

Almost like a tiger.

Especially, the fox breathes fire from its mouth.

There is also a circle of red flames surrounding the body.

The surrounding space was burned red.

No wonder they feel so hot.

"You keep such a dangerous beast in this building. Do the customers who come here know? Are they not afraid that the flames will suddenly come out and burn their dicks?"

"Ah Qing, you grew up here, how could you forget that this red fox is our treasure? As long as it is around, others will not dare to make trouble. As long as you let me go, it will

Be quiet."

The red lantern in Diancui Pavilion suddenly burst into flames.

The temperature is too high.

It spontaneously combusted.

As for the girl in the building, she also took off her coat, exposing her two white arms.

Sweating profusely.

The guests, on the other hand, had expressionless faces.

No sweat at all.

Just like a dummy.
To be continued...