Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

"yes……"

After getting the answer, the man who saw his face seemed to let him go very easily, and became silent again.

Laojiu heaved a sigh of relief, and once again pulled Nuliang Liban to talk.When Nuliang Carphan was a human being and concealed his half-demon status, he was especially loved, especially by women.

He easily pieced together the truth from the corners and corners of the other party's mouth.Moreover, as a monster, the fear he felt, even the bloody smell deeply hidden in the fragrance of the powder that ordinary people could not detect, all showed the identity of this oiran.

And the proprietress of Jinggoku House has obviously noticed the weirdness of Fern Ji Oiran, and may even have known that Younv's pumping is inseparable from Fern Ji.But she still chooses to hide, not only because Fern Ji is the oiran and her cash cow, but also because she realizes that Fern Ji's identity may not be as simple as imagined, and she is afraid.

Flower Street belongs to the dark side of the world. Since it exists on the dark side, they are no strangers to the things that live in the dark, and it can even be said that they are very familiar with them.It is because of this that she will not reveal anything, Huajie is a whole, if one person sells something for profit, the whole Huajie will suffer.It is both open and conservative.

Nuliang Liban understands the proprietress' concerns. After all, this bad-tempered oiran is not a friendly guy, but a cannibal ghost. If you don't want to become a dish, it is naturally the best thing to keep silent.

The development of fate deviates at this moment, and no one knows except Fumeng. Even if the proprietress keeps a secret, she still cannot escape the fate of death. Because the fern Ji Huakui is getting more and more excessive, she opens her mouth to stop her, but is thrown downstairs to her death.

Mr. Fu Meng retracted his gaze. He was not interested in such a little mouse. If it was replaced by the ancestor of the ghost, he might be interested. After all, they were not at the same height from the beginning.

"gentlemen?"

Nu Liang carp accompanied the man with black hair and golden eyes, lowered his head slightly, and listened in a respectful and casual manner.Through a layer of black veil, the man gently opened his lips, "Wait." Nuliang Liban immediately understood what the other party was thinking, they didn't have to do anything, they just had to wait quietly.For others, this may just be whimsical, after all, ghosts are not so easy to catch.But now, they didn't hesitate at all.Power is a weapon wherever it is.

After sending the proprietress away, Nuliang Liban closed the door, turned around and saw the man leaning on the couch in a leisurely state, smoking a cigarette by the window.The black veil seemed to have lost the effect of making the face invisible, and the other party's face was covered under the veil, concealed and elegant.

"What are you looking at?" Nuliang Liban poured himself a cup of tea, and Mr. Fumeng never left his eyes from the window, which made him curious, what was the other party looking at?He has already confirmed that the outside of the window is just the most ordinary scenery, the house, the sky, no different from other places.He had never thought about, nor was he curious about the other party's world, the world in his eyes, but now he asked out, there is no doubt that at that moment he knew that he was fascinated by the other party, and this was also the germination of some kind of emotion omen.

"Is it here..."

Mr. Floating Dream exhaled a puff of smoke, his golden eyes lost their previous sharpness and majesty under the cover of black veil. "Where do you think this is?" He pointed out the window with a hookah pipe. It's not yet business hours, but the street is already extremely lively. If it's at night, the scenery is even more extraordinary, with extravagant beauty. It seems that the flowers that are in full bloom will rot in the next moment.Nuliang Lihan looked at the ordinary scenery outside the window, thoughtfully, "Here, if I say it's Flower Street, will you feel bored, sir?"

Nuliang Carp Ban had a smile on his face, one eye was closed, and his posture was relaxed and relaxed.Hearing this, the man glanced at him, "Your answer is not wrong." He didn't finish his sentence, his golden pupils were pure and gorgeous, like a mirror, able to see through many things with ease.He didn't think there was anything wrong with Nuliang Liban's answer, after all, this place was originally Huajie.It is a place for materialistic desires, a place for pleasure-seeking, and a hell for cannibalism.

Squinting his eyes, Fumeng withdrew his gaze, and leaned on the couch casually. He had only seen one flower street, the most different flower street, and that was the flower street in Zhonghe Hell, where women would not worry about making a living. , They are evil spirits, and they are a group of women who live the most unrestrained lives, but it is very puzzling that there are such things as flowers in hell.

Mr. Fu Meng supported his chin, put down the chimney in his hand, and took out a pen and paper.There is no need to think so much now, it is better to do some practical things.

【…

The dream of Shangcheng woke up, and then was shattered.

The accumulated flames are not something they can easily extinguish. Those who stand in front of the flames will only be swallowed by the ruthless flames, and they are nothing more than praying arms to block the car.

The scarlet red in the eyes of the noble boy was beautiful, gorgeous, and ferocious, as if the sky and the earth were burning together, and even gods and Buddhas would be killed. This may be the only time in a lifetime, a beautiful scenery.

He closed his eyes and waited for his fate.

The people in the family had long been afraid to leave overnight, but he did not leave and waited quietly.He could hear related news every day. It seemed that someone was approaching with a knife step by step. Similarly, he also knew that there was a boy whose fate was completely opposite to his.He hoped that he could meet with the other party once.It wasn't because he wanted to ask for an explanation, or resorted to words of anger and hatred towards the other party.He just wanted to take a look.

......

The son of the Qing family in the upper city, living in the gentle and fragrant jade, has already become cowardly and difficult to achieve great things.When the boy heard about the noble boy who didn't escape and stayed in the upper city from the beginning to the end, he suddenly became angry and curious.Why not run away?He didn't want to create meaningless killings, so when the group of nobles from the upper city were escaping, he let them go quietly, which made the noble boy more different from other nobles.Is it stupid?Still confident?

He decided to take a look.

He was obviously still a child at the beginning, but after experiencing the baptism of fire and war, his youthful aura gradually became majestic.

Surprisingly, it was a snowy night.The boy didn't have a good impression of snow, and even hated it a little bit.Human beings are weak, like mayflies, and they have no resistance at all in the face of the power of nature.

On that snowy night, the scene where every household in the upper city should have lit lamps has become a memory of the past.The young man found the residence left by the other party. He looked up at the building that he didn't dare to look at before. It was magnificent, exquisite, and magnificent. It was a dream that people in the city couldn't even imagine, but now it has been clouded for a long time.The boy pursed his lips, knocked on the door, and then pushed the door open to enter.

Obviously there have been huge changes, but the plum blossoms in the courtyard are in full bloom.The plum trees stretch out their branches, and the red plums are particularly conspicuous in the snow.The boy under the plums looked up at the red plums on the tree, and at the snow falling from the sky.He was not as embarrassed as he had imagined. In other words, he was the same as before, still the son of a noble family, just like the bright moon in the sky.

The feet stepped on the snow, making a creaking sound, leaving a series of footprints.The boy stood behind the other party, waiting quietly.He is too different from the people in the lower city. Most of the people in the lower city are numb and rude, and they are looked down upon by the people in the upper city. This is also the reason.The noble boy turned around, his eyes were clear, the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, and there was even a hint of joy.

"Finally see you."

The aristocratic boy said so. The boy opposite him stood upright, with his mouth tightly pursed, his eyes sharp and energetic, and in just a few months, he had acquired an imposing manner.However, the noble boy only said this sentence, and the boy remained silent from beginning to end.This is their first and last meeting.

...]

Nuliang Liban looked at the last sentence, "What happened to these two boys?"

Mr. Fu Meng propped his face, "It's nothing more than birth, old age, sickness and death." Life is a process, a process that can never be turned back. From the very beginning of birth, it is heading towards death. Every day, even every hour, is getting closer and closer to death. getting closer.Nuliang Liban paused, seeming to be rather regretful and emotional, "Human life is very short."

For a moment, the room fell into silence, and even the sound of pages turning disappeared.

The voice outside the window came clearly, as if breaking the atmosphere in the room.Mr. Fumeng said lightly, "There is no need." Nuliang Liban blinked, and what the other party said, probably there is no need to regret.

The black-haired man closed his eyes. Some things become more precious only in a limited time, so there is no need.

At this moment, quite noisy voices came from downstairs, Nuliang Liban frowned slightly, he felt a strong blood, approaching here.It seems to be their target, Oiran Fernhime.The door was suddenly opened, and the woman standing at the door was extremely beautiful, and her beauty, which could be praised by others, could indeed be the oiran.The slightly upturned eye ends made her look quite aggressive, and the proprietress followed her, nodding to them with a wry smile.

"Who is this?"

Nuliang Liban asked the proprietress at the back, but she was not swayed by the gorgeousness of the oiran, which aroused the interest of Luo Ji, whose alias was Fern Ji.With a smile, she leaned forward slightly, "I am the oiran of Kyogoku House, Warabi Hime." She heard people in the room say that two men entered the room, but did not call anyone, one of them was handsome, Although the other person couldn't see his face clearly, he also had an extraordinary temperament, so he became interested.She has always been proud of her beauty, and what she likes most is beautiful things.

A voice came from the couch by the window, and the man's casual tone reached his ears.

"We didn't call anyone, did we?"

He couldn't hear the joy or anger, but he expressed the man's dissatisfaction.

Luo Ji secretly gritted her teeth, looked over, and suddenly met a pair of extremely pure golden eyes that looked like a scorching sun.Something frightening rushed over, she subconsciously took two steps back, blinked, but found that it seemed to be an illusion.

[It is not clear whether it is better to be a human being or a non-human being.

世界としてのほううがいいのか, それとも非世界としての方がいいのかはよく分かりません. 】