There were two smiling maids serving tea and water to the guests. Like the other waiters, they wore tulle skirts. Three black-robed men walked over, led by the tall maid who took a few sips of tea from the tall maid's plate, and looked at her.

Like most of the women on the island, she had a slightly sweet complexion, but she had bright eyes and bright teeth, long legs and a thin waist, and was about sixteen or seventeen years old.

The maid was about to walk away when the black-robed man stepped forward, suddenly grabbed her wrist, and dragged her deeper into the bamboo forest.

The sound of broken porcelain heard by Yan Saburo and Chitose was that the tray in her hand was knocked over and the tea cup was shattered.

The rockery was hidden behind the bamboo forest, and the black-robed man dragged the maid all the way to the rockery and tore her clothes.

She had a look of horror on her face and instinctively struggled twice. The black-robed man slapped her in the face twice, beating her dizzy. The other two also came to help, stripping her naked and pressing her on the rockery.

The black-robed man led by him pounced unceremoniously.

The crisp sound of broken porcelain attracted several other attendants to approach. However, when they saw the commotion in the woods, they did not step forward to stop it, but leaned over to pick up the debris of the ground, and then turned to leave.

There was still a commotion in the bamboo forest, but the people around were walking back and forth as if nothing had happened. Other guests occasionally pass by, stopping to watch.

However, there are many people gathered on the Hongqiao, all pointing fingers. Chitose frowned, and was about to speak, but when he turned his head, he saw Yan Saburo's eyes, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

He wore a mask and showed no expression, but the disgust in his eyes was clear.

After knowing each other for so many years, it was the first time that Chitose had seen him show this kind of look, cold, disgusted, hateful, and undisguised.

Don't?

Chitose remembered what he had said to Xiao Mi. Could it be that those are all true?

Seeing the rapid increase in the number of people around him, Chitose stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, with a ghostly light under his sleeve.

Only Yan Saburo could see that it was a plum blossom dart, originally bright silver, but it was blackened in her place.

His eyes flashed, and Chitose whispered in his ear, "I'm coming?"

Yan Saburo suddenly said: "Add some ingredients! I'll come." ”

Chitose raised an eyebrow: "Okay." "As soon as the plum blossom dart turned in the sleeve, it revealed a blue color.

The two stood side by side, and Yan Saburo took advantage of his body to cover and carefully pulled the plum blossom dart from her palm. Fingertips inevitably touched her skin, soft and warm.

The boy quickly retracted his wrist, and before the itch could surface, he gently exerted force, and shot out the plum blossom dart silently.

There was an invisible glimmer in the air, and then the figure in black who was moving quickly in the bamboo forest trembled, roared, took two steps back, and then reached out to pull out the bright hidden weapon from the back hill.

"Whoever is plotting against me, who!" he looked back in the direction where the dart came, and saw that there were many people standing in the corridor on the second, third, and fourth floors of Zhu Xianlou, pointing at them while watching.

So many people are like him, wearing masks and black robes, and they can't see who is plotting against him.

But the excitement has been interrupted. As soon as he touched himself, it was a hand of blood, except for a little itching, it seemed to be fine.

"Forget it, let's go. Seeing that this was not good, his companion pulled him and slipped away quickly. Yan Saburo's eyes were sharp, and he could see that these people had thick palms, and they were wearing a ring on the ring finger of their left hand, which seemed to have a gem shining on it, one green and one red.

There was no excitement to see, the people on the Hongqiao scattered in all directions, and Yan Saburo walked forward. This kind of thing is going on in many yards, but some people like it in broad daylight.

A simple mask and black robe can infinitely magnify the evil of human nature.

Yan Saburo rubbed his fingers vigorously.

The touch lingers, as if it is going to itch all the way to my heart.

He didn't seem to be so powerful before, could it be that he accidentally touched the venom on the dart?

Walking across the Hongqiao, Yan Saburo knocked on the first door.

Zhuang Nanjia's voice came out: "Who?"

"Me. ”

Soon, the door opened, and the maid who opened it smiled politely. Yan Saburo saw Zhuang Nanjia sitting in the hall eating tea, and the two walked in, he hurriedly waved his hand: "Come and try it, the tea and dim sum here are serious and good." ”

Zhuang Nanjia is old and fat, and it is a little inconvenient to get up. He leaned forward when the maid immediately approached him to help him up.

He left only one maid here.

Yan Saburo waved his hand: "Just sit down, I have something to ask." ”

Zhuang Nanjia made a gesture, and the maid immediately put the dim sum on the table and spread it in front of several people. He looked at it with a smile and said, "Please speak, please speak." ”

Yan Saburo said, but looked at the maid standing beside him. Zhuang Nanjia understood, turned his head and said, "Let's talk about something, you bring me the hot water, and then withdraw it, and come back in an hour." ”

The maid replied respectfully and complied.

After the door was closed, Chitose took off his mask, picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Yes, this is a tea with roses added to it." "This rose petal is just right, only adding fragrance, not flavor.

There was suddenly a lively beauty in front of him, Zhuang Nanjia raised his eyebrows, and subconsciously looked at Yan Saburo. But immediately he heard Chitose again:

"It's not your first time in the Hidden Nations, are you?"

She asked casually, Zhuang Nanjia was stunned, and her face was full of doubts: "Why did the thousand-year-old girl say this?"

"I see that you are very familiar with the Hidden Nation. ”

"How come?" Zhuang Nanjia smiled and touched his face, "I look so old?"

The Tibetan country has only been open once in sixty years, and if he can come twice in a row, he will be at least in his seventies this year, and he will not be able to reach eighty.

"What should an old man of that age do at home and venture out to sea?" he sighed, "if I had been here once, I would have left this opportunity to the young man." ”

Chitose glanced at him: "I see that you are about that age." She stretched out her middle finger and shook it towards Zhuang Nanjia's eyes, "The skin is well maintained, but the eyes are old." ”

Zhuang Nanjia couldn't help but smile: "A thousand-year-old girl can tell her age from her eyes?"

"The vicissitudes of man are written in the eyes. Chitose smiled back, "Although you deliberately covered it up along the way, your eyes are too cold, which is very inconsistent with your character of being greedy for money and afraid of death." ”

"All the way?" Zhuang Nanjia frowned. The young woman in front of them had only met after they arrived in the Hidden Sea Country, and the time they spent with him was only a few hours, how could you see his eyes?

Yan Saburo said, "Remember the island where we replenished fresh water in the middle of the boat?"

"Yes. "It's really an impressive journey," Hu Yong died there, and I don't dare to forget it even if I'm old and confused. ”