Chapter 123 Women's Fragrance 2

"Miss Yaner, why did you lock us up here? This is my sister. I don't know how she came to your drunken building, but I'm coming to pick her up now. Maybe it's abrupt, but as a sister, it's right to do these things, right?

"Oh? Your sister?" Yaner stared at the paper kite for a long time, looked at Lian Jian for a while, and then smiled and said, "Don't lie to me. I know your identity."

"..." Lian Jian looked at her and said nothing.

"I don't know the sword on your waist."

-Bo Yunlongxi! A trace of surprise flashed in Lianjian's eyes. According to reason, no one has appeared in Bo Yunlongxi for hundreds of years. Why did this brothel woman say that she knew her? Or is she slandering her? ......

"Is it?" Lian Jian replied faintly.

"Bo Yunlongxi." Yan'er looked at Forte and gently spit out these four words.

Foria looked at her in surprise.

Yan'er covered her mouth and smiled softly. She looked at the forearm and said:

"I have guessed the identity of the sword, so it is not difficult to guess its holder, right?"

The paper kite squeezed her mouth and stared coldly at Yan'er.

"I think you should be the new head of the Mu family, right?"

“......”

"A few days ago, it was still rumored on the street that the Mu family were all dead. I wondered how could the Mu family be destroyed so easily. Well, we still have one hidden in Zuiyilou. Now it's all right. Here comes another one. Yan'er said and walked to the wooden table behind her, opened the stool inside and sat up.

"Mu family? Ghost exorcist? Humph, it's the most annoying." Yan'er looked at Lianqi contemptuously and said sarcastically, "The head of the hall, are you tired of hiding in Tibet now?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Forsian's eyes became clear, and she didn't like the girl in front of her very much!

"I have a question for you, your Miss Mu Mansion, Mu Hongshang - is she dead?"

Red? Lian Qiao looked at Yan'er and said, "Do you know Hongshang?"

"I know, how can I not know?" That night, Mu Hongshang made a fool of her in public. She was about to kneel down for her, but later became a hero in everyone's eyes. How could she swallow this breath!

"Her matter has nothing to do with you." Looking at her appearance, Lian Qiao knew that she and Hongshang might have a holiday, so she didn't want to talk nonsense with her.

"Mu Zhangmen." Yan'er looked at her frivolously, "I don't seem to know your current situation yet - as long as I shout, a large number of people will come in from the outside. I don't think what will happen if your Mu family fall into the hands of the people in Xiling City? I don't need me to tell you, right?"

Fortear looked at Yaner for a long time and said slowly:

"Thank you for the reminder."

"Look at your nervousness." Yan'er smiled again, and then she stood up and turned to another table burning incense burner. She gently opened the drawer and took out something from it.

"Mu Zhangmen, shall we play an interesting game?"

"What game?" Forthia watched her push the table to the front of the cell little by little, and finally the side of the square wooden table pressed against the railing.

Yan'er shook the things in her hand and then put them on the table.

"Let's play Shake. I'll shake it, you guess. If you guess correctly, I will let you out. If you guess wrong - I will also let you out.

Foria and Zhiyuan looked at each other, I'm afraid it won't be as good as she said.

Sure enough, Yan'er then added:

"Of course, if you lose, you have to leave something if you want to go out. For example, ears, fingers, eyes and so on. Yan'er looked at Lian Jianjiao with a delicate smile and asked, "How's it going, Master Mu, do you want to bet?"

"The head." Zhiyuan took Lian Jian's hand and said, "You can't bet. This woman's gambling skills are very high, and you will definitely lose.

The paper kite has been serving Yaner for almost half a month. Among other things, this woman is gambling, which is something that paper kite has never seen before. As long as she wants, she can hardly lose a game.

"Don't gamble? Well, I just want to play. If you don't want to play with me, what am I still here? I'm going to call my mother now and tell her that two Mu's - leaking mice have been caught in our underground cell.

With that, she turned around and walked out of the door.

"Hence." Lian Jian shouted out.

"What's the matter with you, Mu Zhangmen?" Yan'er turned around lazily.

The fortear's expression was neither fear nor panicked. She took two steps forward with firm eyes.

"I'll bet with you."

A smiling flower bloomed on Yan'er's face.

She came over step by step, picked up the wooden circle on the table, and shook it left and right in her hand.

There was a clear impact sound from the small wooden barrel.

She shook back and forth a lot, buckled it on the wooden table, and looked up at the fortear.

"Big-or small?"

Forage stared at the barrel. Although she was just guessing the size of the color, she didn't know anything about gambling. In such a short time, you can't let her have the skills to guess. A trace of anxiety appeared on Zhiyuan's face. She knew that it could only be seen by luck.

Lian Jian thought for a moment and looked up and said, "Big."

Yan'er raised her eyebrows and raised her hand leisurely. The wooden barrel was taken away by her, and what suddenly appeared on the lid of the box--

"Three three two - small." She reads very clearly.

The distance is just right, and the fortilia can also clearly see the color. As Yaner said, it is indeed small.

Yan'er didn't know where to get a dagger. She carefully wiped it with silk and said in a charming voice:

"Mshang, it seems that you are going to leave one of your things for me."

"The leader!" Zhiyuan shouted anxiously.

"Little sister, what are you worried about? If you want me to say, one thing for your two lives, you have earned it!"

"What do you want?" Lian Jian looked at her and asked.

"What do you want? ...I want your fingers." Yan'er raised her right hand, looked back and forth, and finally clenched her fist, gently raised her index finger, and shook it left and right. "I want your finger."

Lian Jian looked at Yan'er's raised hand. Her expression was a little heavy, but she still asked:

"Can the left hand work?"

"What?" Yan'er didn't react.

"You raised your right hand. Can I give you the index finger of my left hand? - My right hand is also used to hold the sword."

Yan'er stopped laughing. She looked at Forte in a low voice.

"Do you agree to give me your index finger?"

"What about you? Do you really want to let us go?"

"Of course it's true. Although my Yaner is just a brothel woman, what I said also counts."

"In that case, if you like my fingers--" Lian Jian smiled and said, "Take it."

"Good! It's refreshing - it's worthy of being the leader!" Yan'er slapped her hands. She walked to the side of the iron gate and said, "Mu Zhangmen, spread your hands on the wooden table."

"The leader!!——"

"It's okay." Lian Jian looked back at the paper kite and said, "Miss Yan'er is right. One finger is worth our two lives."

Paper kite couldn't imagine the appearance of foreared missing a finger in her left hand. She shook her head vigorously and stepped forward and said:

"Yan'er! If you like fingers, take mine! You can take my whole left hand!"

"Nonsense!" Lian Jian stared at Zhiyuan and scolded, "Did I allow you to do this? Retreat - this is an order.

The paper kite lowered his head.

"...Yes, Master."

Yan'er knocked on the hand spread out on the wooden table with the back of the knife. Lian Jian didn't look at her hand, so she asked directly:

"Miss Yan'er, please."

"Then I'm not polite?" She inserted the knife into the wooden table on the side of the fort upturned hand and slowly drew a line. She is proving that this is a sharp dagger.

Fortear slowly closed his eyes.

Her body is in the cell, but her left hand is on the wooden table next to the iron railing. She doesn't know how painful it will be if she breaks a finger, but at this point, her heart is calmer.

...Of course, the left back will become ugly from now on. However, she thought that meat should not care. When he goes back to see the meat, he will definitely feel sorry for her left hand and may scold her, but he will definitely not think she is ugly.

Yan'er slowly raised her hand, and a trace of fierceness flashed on her face, aimed at the forsythia's index finger, and inserted it fiercely--

(Fourth update ~ add update for red tickets~~)