It was early at this time, and the moon shyly hid in the clouds, and there seemed to be no intention of coming out. The sky was lit up and there were already many guests sitting in the hall on the first floor. Most of them were bald middle-aged men, each with big belly and big belly. Long Junchen had to sigh. It seemed that Japan's so-called longevity and health preservation was nothing more than that.

Baldness is a manifestation of unhealthy body, and obesity also proves that these people are physically weak. The brothels that dare to come to mean that their bodies are still strong and they can still get fire. Those who come here are all bald. Combining the two means that those who are strong in the sun are bald, and those who are not strong can be imagined. Long Junchen was calculating his own logic, pouting his mouth, and talking nonsense, and he had already walked into the Crow Mansion.

Long Junchen raised his foot and crossed the threshold, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the furnishings around him, and felt that the brothel was stranger.

The Crow Mansion is clearly a Japanese brothel, but at the door of the door is Hong Yingming's "Cai Gen Tan". The powerful calligraphy on it is also first-class. The writer must have been immersed in it for a long time. However, Long Junchen absurdly discovered that this vigorous and powerful calligraphy wrote two of Long Junchen's favorite sentences, "When talking about the earth and chatting about the moon at the bottom of the water, swallowing ice and gnawing snow when you are in a state of mind, so that you can plant lotus in the fire."

Long Junchen silently recited it in his heart, feeling that the excitement in his chest, swallowing ice and gnawing snow is life, and talking about the earth and the world is a beast!

After entering the Crow Mansion, it was like entering the open area of ​​the Peach Blossom Land, Long Junchen felt even more strange. It turned out that the bald men he had ridiculed before were all from the Chinese country, speaking with accents. This made him feel inexplicably frustrated as shooting himself in the foot. He was just mocking Dongyang, but now he found that these people and himself were from the Chinese country.

He cursed these people in his heart and looked around them with some contempt. He found that there were a few charming women next to these men, and several madams surrounded them with makeup on, but they were not talking loudly, as if they were guarding against something. Both of them looked like thieves, which was not like simply enjoying life.

A guy stood at the door. After seeing Long Junchen stepping in, he put the bottle pouring wine in his hand very neatly, and shouted to one of the free guest: "A guest is here!"

The ending sound is so crispy that it sounds very nice. It seems that it has been professionally trained. Although it is in Japanese, the tone and pattern are really the same as the brothels in China. Long Junchen gradually felt the taste and felt that there must be something wrong with the Crow Mansion.

Long Junchen looked around the girls inside. Those who were with the old bald sluts were all insignificant people. Long Junchen was too lazy to raise his eyelids. But the one who was really pretty was the one who could make Long Junchen interested was the women in the deep boudoir. Looking inside from outside, you could vaguely see the girl dyed with silky pink and slimly jutting inside, as if waiting for his prince charming to save him.

Long Junchen remembered his long-time friend Dong Wenxuan. Xuanzi was a stubborn guy, and he loved and hated him. He had really thought of redeeming the people of the brothel and Hongguan. He went to the kiln and went out to have a relationship. He had been obsessed with the idea of ​​redeeming the people of the brothel and Hongguan. He had been obsessed with the long-term thought of the woman. Long Junchen was a little dumb, a little suddenly, and a little in vain. However, he knew that what could really arouse the idea of ​​a client to find a good friend was the room in the cabinet in the Crow Mansion. The most outside was to eat wine. The wine was not afraid of the deep alley, and it seemed that it could be used here.

The storm was filled with flowers in the imperial gorge, and red makeup was hanging onto the brothel. A guest came to Long Junchen, rubbed his hands, and looked at Long Junchen with his eyes without hesitation. Seeing the latter's seemingly simple but in fact extremely expensive clothes, his tone became quite respectful, and even a bit pleasing. However, before he could speak, Long Junchen took the lead and said, "Just say human words."

Long Junchen's words were in the language of the country of China. The so-called human language naturally would not be the humming and humming Eastern language. When the man heard Long Junchen's words, he was stunned at first. I wonder if he was surprised that Long Junchen could tell his identity in one sentence, or the latter had a bit of disgust towards the Eastern and Eastern languages. If he hated him, why did he set foot on this land?

The ordinary Zhike Turtle Man would not care about the preferences of the prostitutes. As long as he tricked him into bed and stuffed his waist bag, he would make him 9% of the test. Just now, this Zhike could see the precious brand he was wearing at a glance, which means that he must have undergone strict screening and training. A small Zhike has such taste. If he can recognize the goods like this, the Crow Mansion must be famous.

Immediately afterwards, he deliberately said an ambiguous sentence, "Let me find a better girl. Don't use the kind of thing outside to perfunctory me!"

As soon as he said this, the Zhike felt a bitter tongue and began to figure it out. Long Junchen saw the subtle expression changes of Zhike clearly. When he saw the Zhike's face stagnant and then remained silent for a while, he knew that this boy must have his mind flickered.

His arrogance and domineeringness will make this guest think about it for a long time. He may wonder if he would have a private visit from a royal family, or if the patriots support the country of China on the surface, come and have secretly have fun behind his back. In short, no matter what he thinks, Long Junchen has decided that there is something wrong with the Crow Mansion. Since they do not regard themselves as a pure client, since they are all guarding themselves everywhere and want to investigate themselves clearly when checking their household registration, Long Junchen naturally has to reciprocate and not regard this giant as an ordinary brothel.

The informant saw Long Junchen looking at him with an inexplicable gaze, realizing his loss of composure, and a drop of narrow sweat poured on his nose. He quickly calmed down, bowed his body, and said respectfully to Long Junchen: "Master, what price do you want?"
Chapter completed!