The next morning, a gentle knock on the door woke Lin Zhenzhen up.

She covered herself with the blanket and yelled, "Who is it? The rooster hasn't even crowed yet, and you're already here!"

Then came another loud knocking on the door.

Lin Zhenzhen kicked off the blanket, jumped out of bed, and opened the bedroom door.

There was no one outside, except for a long object wrapped in a black cloth lying on the stone steps in front of the door.

Lin Zhenzhen bent down and muttered in a low voice, puzzled, "What is this?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than the thing suddenly leaped up from the ground and flew straight toward Lin Zhenzhen's face.

The black, coarse cloth wrapping it also came undone, revealing a small section of pink sword tassel.

Lin Zhenzhen realized that this must be the natal magic weapon that her senior brother, the sect leader, had told her about before.

The sword seemed to possess a spirit, nuzzling affectionately against her cheek.

Lin Zhenzhen glanced to the side and saw two characters engraved on the hilt of the sword.

"Chasing the Moon".

Hearing her master call her name again, Zhuiyue happily spun around in the air a few times.

The hilt of the sword bounced up and down, like a puppy shaking its head.

"Your name is a bit common."

The sword immediately froze in mid-air, motionless.

Lin Zhenzhen was surprised that it could actually understand what she was saying, and quickly reassured it.

"Haha, I was just kidding. 'Chasing the Moon' is so nice, it's both stylish and catchy."

I didn't expect this small sword to have such a temper.

He actually turned around and faced away from her, clearly sulking.

After a lot of effort, Lin Zhenzhen finally managed to appease the little tsundere.

"Okay, can I touch you now?"

Zhuiyue shook the sword tassel, and the sword trembled slightly, as if it too was anticipating this moment.

Lin Zhenzhen slowly gripped the sword hilt.

The moment their skin touched, a familiar feeling welled up inside me. The action was so natural, as if I had done it countless times before.

Lin Zhenzhen closed her eyes, focused her mind, gathered her strength, and drew her sword.

The sharp blade whistled as it sliced ​​through the air.

With a flash of silver light, the slender and long sword was fully exposed before her eyes.

Although Lin Zhenzhen knew nothing about swords, she could sense that the sword in front of her was a rare and excellent one.

She held the sword and examined it carefully.

Although it's not obvious, there are indeed tiny cracks at the tip of the sword. This must be where it was sent for repair before.

Lin Zhenzhen touched that spot and said, "Poor thing, I'll take good care of you from now on."

After laughing and joking around with his sword for a while, Lin Zhenzhen soon started to feel a bit bored.

She thought of the drawer full of treasures in the room.

After rummaging through the drawers, Lin Zhenzhen's attention was drawn to a small, glittering gold item.

"A talisman for traveling a thousand miles a day?" What is that?

Lin Zhenzhen held the small strip of cloth in her hand, still not understanding what it was all about.

Suddenly she felt something pulling her body, and an inexplicable force pulled her forward sharply.

When Lin Zhenzhen opened her eyes again, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar place.

Before me stood a magnificent hall, with carved beams and painted rafters, resplendent in gold and jade.

Among the coming and going crowds, the most eye-catching thing is the queue lined up in the middle.

There were about twenty men.

Tall or short, strong or thin, black or white, all types are available.

Lin Zhenzhen looked up uncertainly at the plaque above her head and read out the three large, elegant characters written on it.

"Handsome Men's Pavilion?"

"Hey, sir, welcome to our Handsome Men's Pavilion." A fragrant, middle-aged woman swayed over.

Her eyes swept over Lin Zhenzhen's clothes for a moment, and she realized that the person standing in front of her was someone who was not short of money.

Their attitude immediately became extremely enthusiastic: "You look unfamiliar, is this your first time here? Shall I introduce you?"

Unexpectedly, Lin Zhenzhen simply waved her hand generously.

"No need for introductions, just bring out your most beautiful courtesan."

"Give me another fine private room and prepare a good meal."

Lin Zhenzhen mimicked the tone of a domineering CEO: "No need to worry about the price, I'm rich!"

The madam was grinning from ear to ear at the sight of such a fat customer.

"Yes, yes, waiter, please lead this gentleman to the private room upstairs. I will go and find the person you are looking for right now."

As she spoke, she turned and ran away, her body jiggling as she looked overjoyed.

[Host, this isn't quite appropriate.]

The system thought for a moment and then said the words that were on the tip of its tongue: "So many people are watching from outside the screen."

It was changed to "They're still working."

Lin Zhenzhen raised an eyebrow: "You mean I shouldn't be doing my job properly? You want me to work day and night?"

Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to be driven like that.

She paced curiously around the room: "Don't spoil the fun, this is my first time visiting an ancient brothel."

And it's a male version of a brothel, tsk tsk, how interesting.

The system dared not point fingers at this great demon king, and hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

He could only stammer out four words.

[Pay attention to the appropriate level of discretion.]

Lin Zhenzhen chuckled but did not reply.

What she didn't expect was that this courtesan was so arrogant.

After all the dishes were served, he was still nowhere to be seen.

"Sir, he's not feeling well." The madam approached her, her face, thickly made up, beaming like a radiant chrysanthemum.

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