Chapter 32 How could this evil woman cry for him?
Sheng Ran calmed down and finally turned around to look at the shopkeeper.
She opened her palm and gestured with a number, looking like she had finally agreed after careful consideration.
Five hundred taels is five hundred taels.
The shopkeeper didn't expect that the deal would end at this price.
They bought for 500 taels and sold for 500 taels. They paid for Huaijun's food and drink during this period. It was a complete loss-making business!
But who made Huaijun so worthless?
I bought a mermaid at a bargain price. She was so beautiful that I would smile in my dreams.
If such a high-quality orc could be made into a top star, the reputation of the entire Zuixianlou would increase!
But he refused to sing or entertain guests.
He was cruel to himself. He smashed the bowl and used the broken pieces to cut a wound on his face.
Every time I see him, there is a new scar on his face.
It looks so unpresentable now that even if you sell it, you won’t get a good price.
Although Sheng Ran's spending this time was not generous, at least he got some of his money back.
The shopkeeper reluctantly agreed to the deal, "You pay first, and I'll let you go."
Sheng Ran didn't have that much money, so the shopkeeper refused to accept the treasures she brought.
I can only go to the money shop first.
She didn't believe the verbal agreement, and before leaving, she insisted on taking out a pen and paper and having the shopkeeper sign it.
Ling Rui and Raven couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
On the way to the bank, the two men thought at the same time that the wife's attitude towards the five of them had really changed.
Huaijun, who has been away from home for a long time, can make her care so much, so those who accompany her day and night should be more important in the eyes of his wife, right?
When something important happens, will the wife cry for them?
Ling Rui was conflicted. On the one hand, he didn't want such a situation to happen, but on the other hand, he was looking forward to it.
It would be great if he could also make his wife worry about him and have only him in her heart.
After the three of them finished pawning their items at the money shop, they returned to Zuixianlou without further delay.
I ran into a drunk female beast head-on, who came out with people hugging her left and right.
Ling Rui pulled Sheng Ran behind him, determined not to let his wife be infected with these evil tendencies.
Sheng Ran didn't care.
She could smell that the alcohol content of the wine was very low. To make a person like this after drinking it, it must have been mixed with some aphrodisiac.
Zuixianlou only has the false name of a wine shop. Its wine making is actually very superficial. All its thoughts are used on erotic tricks. It is a complete place of entertainment.
If she had the chance, she would definitely open a proper restaurant to replace this shabby place, selling good wine and delicious food, so that everyone could experience the real pleasure of wine and meat.
It’s a pity that Beining City can’t accommodate her, and she doesn’t like it here either.
After finding the shopkeeper again, Sheng Ran handed him five hundred taels of silver in one lump sum.
With the contract written in black and white, he didn't dare to play any tricks.
After a careful inventory, it's time to let them go.
"Please come in, I'll take you there right away." Even though he had the money in his hands, he was still terrified.
No one will accept Huaijun now.
He had already anticipated two possibilities: either Sheng Ran would feel sick and turn around and leave on the spot, or Sheng Ran would get angry and break the contract.
No matter what, he must hold on to the five hundred taels, no less!
The four of them walked down the tunnel.
The sanitary conditions of Zuixianlou are worrying. This passage is covered with rust and spider webs.
All I saw was dirt, and there was an extremely strange stench that filled my nose. If you didn't know, you would think you had entered a garbage dump.
"You just let him live in a place like this?" Ling Rui pinched his nose and felt sympathy for Huai Jun's situation.
He, who grew up in a small family, couldn't get used to it. Huai Jun was a prince of a foreign country after all. How could he endure such a life?
The shopkeeper said nothing.
Originally, they wanted to train him to be the top star, and he would live in the most luxurious room and be served with delicious food and drinks.
Huaijun looks so scary now that he would be scary if he were released, so he can only be locked up in the basement.
When we actually reached the underground floor, the light was dim and we couldn’t see the surroundings clearly.
Sheng Ran took a slow step forward, and suddenly felt a cold palm holding her hand.
"Master, I have excellent night vision." Raven's voice sounded low in his ear, "...I'm sorry for the offense."
Sheng Ran was in a dilemma for a long time but still couldn't break free.
[Hasn't your offense been enough...?]
Hearing her complaints, Raven couldn't help but smile.
The master scolded well.
He always reminded himself not to overstep his bounds, but at such moments he could not control his heart.
Even if it offends her, he will still get close to her.
It was not until he saw an oil lamp that Raven reluctantly let go of Sheng Ran's hand.
There's no reason to continue holding on.
The closer he got, the more guilty the shopkeeper felt.
He took the three people to the place, threw down a key, and slipped away.
"Once you have the money, you can do whatever you want with the person!"
It was Huaijun herself who didn't want to be a prostitute, so she cruelly hurt herself. It has nothing to do with them!
Finally getting rid of this hot potato, he ran away without hesitation.
The people in the room seemed to be awakened, and there was some movement.
The sound of chains and hoarse coughs.
The damp and moldy smell mixed with rust and blood hit me in the face.
The light from the oil lamp trembled violently in the narrow corridor, illuminating the unknown slime oozing from the mottled stone walls on both sides.
This isn't a room, this is a prison.
Sheng Ran's hands were shaking so much that she couldn't even hold the keys.
Raven picked it up again and opened the heavy locks one by one, making a harsh "creaking" sound.
A slumped figure in the corner stirred.
The shadow was so thin, as thin as a bundle of firewood soaked in water.
The originally crisp brocade robe was now rotten into rags, stained with dark brown stains and dark red blood scabs, sticking to the bony bones.
"...Huaijun, your wife is here to pick you up." Ling Rui couldn't help but lower his voice.
He took down the oil lamp and approached the shadow. The man seemed to shudder at the light and slowly raised his head.
Those once clear eyes were now cloudy as if covered with mud, their eye sockets were extremely deep, their cheekbones were high, and their lips were chapped and flaky, oozing blood.
The most unexpected thing was that his handsome face was covered with ugly scars.
Especially on the left cheek, there was a hideous whip mark running from the brow bone to the jaw, and the scab was bluish-black, probably from being torn repeatedly.
Even Ling Rui, who had been to many training grounds, big and small, was shocked.
He subconsciously wanted to cover his wife's eyes, but was afraid that such an action would hurt Huaijun's self-esteem, so he had to endure it.
Sheng Ran also saw all this clearly.
She almost stumbled over, her throat feeling like a hot iron was stuck in it, and all the words she wanted to say were stuck.
Huai Jun frowned as he faced the three uninvited guests.
He turned a deaf ear to Ling Rui's words of "take him home".
This cruel and vicious woman sold him here and never cared about him again.
Why did I feel like coming to see him again? How did I plan to laugh at his joke?
Just as he was thinking about it, the female's clean and soft hands suddenly touched his face.
Huai Jun had a stress reaction and suddenly pushed Sheng Ran away, and the heavy iron shackles on his wrists and ankles clanked.
The worn flesh and rust stuck together, leaving behind a string of tiny blood beads that fell onto the pile of straw below.
When he spoke, his voice was as hoarse as two stones rubbing against each other, and every word was wrapped in coldness, "Don't touch me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a few drops of hot tears falling on the back of his hand, mixing with his blood.
Huaijun paused completely.
——Is this evil woman crying?
How could she cry for him?
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