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.
It's fluttering, lingering, and intoxicating.
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 off, "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 young man winked, and several men gathered around her, pushing and trying to take her away.
"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 footsteps of the handsome boy and lay on the ground with their heads and legs covered.
The passers-by were frightened and quickly took photos and called an ambulance. What should I do if this drunk woman 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 dripped 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 bit 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 broken glass exploded.
The wind and cloud 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 disaster."
The crowd who joined in the fun dispersed in a hurry. 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 passer-by screamed, the woman turned over unconsciously, as if she had slept till 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.
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In a corner hidden by the rain, there was an additional figure.
Zhan Changfeng's eyebrows were slightly pressed, and the square iron boxes running on the street made her realize that she had probably arrived in a 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 of 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 moments, Zhan Changfeng carried You'an out and walked into the rain. You'an 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 thousands of civilizations." Zhan Changfeng had not 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 original 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 raised his eyes, he saw a young woman.
The young woman leaned slumped against the damp alley wall, holding a bottle of Shao 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 one 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 agreement, "Do you have a house here?"
"No."
"oh"
Zhan Changfeng held You'an 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?"
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Zhan Changfeng glanced at the price list, "A super luxurious suite, thirty days."
"Okay, please show your ID and the ID of the lady next to you. I will return it to you immediately after completing the check-in formalities."
"Wait a minute." Zhan Changfeng put You'an on the service counter, took out the ID and a card from the drunk woman's pocket, put them on the table, then put his hand 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 was 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 tantamount 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?"
"Just like you, this is my first time here."
You'an suddenly felt excusable and smiled brightly. Zhan Changfeng rubbed her head and placed some restrictions in the suite just to be cautious.
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.
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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 wrought iron floor lamp frosted the bathroom door. When she turned her head, a whole wall of thick curtains blocked the sunlight.
"Here I go!" 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 delivered to him, and a dark light flashed in his eyes, "I will repay her well later."