When Yan Yu heard this, he was directly shocked!

The meaning of Lin Xi's words is not difficult to understand.

They returned home with treasure scrolls in hand, but as two 'bad' sinners, how could they be trusted?

Directly hand over the treasure scroll scriptures, but I am afraid that in the end, I will only bear a bigger crime and suffer a more ferocious backlash.

This great merit was a train man who rushed to take possession of it.

Where is their turn?

The only way to build momentum is to create a global sensation, and then fight all the way back to China.

In this way, we can directly seize the opportunity and make this credit unbreakable.

"You're right, but let's... Can it be done?" Yan Yu couldn't help but ask worriedly.

Lin Xi said: "Trust me!"

With Lin Xi's ability, of course it can be done.

Even if the news is exposed.

But he brought the treasure scroll and scriptures back unscathed, and there was no problem.

However, acting in a full set of performances is somewhat embarrassing, making some big noises and loud noises.

Otherwise, how can it be convincing?

After Lin Xi's repeated promises and showing some muscles, Yan Yu was finally convinced.

In addition to believing in Lin Xi.

And because he has a heart to go home.

People at home always want to leave and see the wider world.

And those who have left home have been looking for their way home, only willing to sleep soundly in their homeland one afternoon in the most boring time.

Like many young people who work hard in big cities.

No matter how many times they say, I want to take a place in this city.

But deep down, the most stable home is always in the small town in the warm sun.

The outside world can't place the soul, and the aging of the hometown can't put the body, which is the key to the confusion of young people.

Between the rich and the common, there is a high wall.

And if you want to cross this wall, you don't need a ticket on the surface, you don't need any superficial passes.

All it takes is a pair of clean, bright leather shoes with a fancy texture, a neat, close-fitting suit that is worth a lot of money.

As long as you wear them, even a monkey can pass over the bridge and enter the world of the rich with dignity.

But without them, no matter how noble your soul is, you will only be blocked by those black-faced soldiers, pointed at guns.

The soldiers were also civilians.

But they despise civilians like them the most.

Because they are the watchdogs of the rich, dreaming of one day, joining them.

Of course, Yan Yu can easily go to the rich area.

Not only because he has leather shoes and a suit, but also because he is a foreigner.

In the country of Aare, which is generally poor, foreigners themselves represent wealth and status.

Even if there are actually quite a few foreigners, they are fugitives who have fled from their own countries, or ruffians, hooligans, and scoundrels who cannot survive in their own countries.

With the last of his belongings in his arms, Yan Yu walked into a palace with blue and white as the main colors with steady steps.

The design of the palace has both classical charm and modern luxury.

It's hard to believe that it would be such a place if you hadn't experienced it firsthand.

Yan Yu skillfully walked into an exhibition hall.

In the exhibition hall, the lights are dim.

There are dozens of sofas, scattered all around.

The middle position.

An elegant lady, wearing black gauze gloves, a mysterious black scarf and a top hat, wearing thigh-length black stockings, and flaming red high heels, was playing the piano.

The beautiful sound of the piano came, but there were very few people listening.

For they were looking greedily at the places on the ladies, where they had not been adorned.

This lady... This musician, who is enough to ascend to the hall of celebrity, decorates himself luxuriously in places that should not be particularly solemn, but opens generously in places that must be covered.

On the couch in the dark, someone began to bid.

Their eventual winner can have a sumptuous dinner... With this lady.

Soon, the lady was taken away by an old man who was over half a hundred years old.

Older people always like to have a soothing rhythm of music.

For activities that are too intense, the passion of young people has been lost.

Next, a group of dancers.

Then, there are the acrobats.

There are boys, girls and underage children.

Here, there is no moral restraint and no hypocrite dressing.

Each person's purpose is very distinct.

Those 'performers' are not ashamed of their actions.

They have worked hard to learn their craft, and they have traded their freedom for the next ten years or more for a skill.

In order to come to this luxurious palace and become a member of this place.

Even here, it is far better to exist as a lowly commodity than to be in the company of sewage, rats, filthy food, and desperate and numb crowds in a civilian area separated by a wall.

Yan Yu waited patiently.

Until the show comes in.

Sure enough, in the end, the finale was a group of saints who were liberated from the temple.

It's different from ordinary girls.

The figures of these saints carry an indescribable 'exaggeration'.

It's hard to believe that such an arc ups and downs would really appear in reality.

Although in China, similar figures are often seen in network maps.

But Yan Yu is very sure that nine out of ten of those pictures are fake, and they have all been carefully polished and modified.

And now, he sees that truth.

Then the girls put on a show.

They spread out their skirts and sat on the snow-white sand.

Then meditate as if you were meditating.

In the soothing music, they are sacred and solemn, like the statues of the gods in the temple.

When the last beat of the music disappears.

One by one, they slowly stood up.

The next moment, there were cries of amazement in the entire space.

The fine sand that spread out on the ground was almost gone.

It's like magic, and it's like new.

Yan Yu was also stunned, and subconsciously covered his waist.

He felt that he might not be able to live today without a plan.

"This is not a saint, but a witch of purgatory!" said an old man in an unfamiliar Ale.

Yan Yu turned around and recognized the old man.

He is a shareholder in a mining company and a native of the Snow Forest.

"No, Mr. Nader, the holy women do not practice with their own joy, they will make the old man feel the ultimate pleasure. They were all planted by the monks, at a very young age, with divine locks. When connected to them, there are a few key points that will be locked firmly and they will not let go unless you give the order. Next to him was the old gentleman's assistant, a native of Aare, who was giving him a detailed explanation.

"It's really... It's amazing, I can't help but want to open my eyes!" said the old man named Nader.

It's not just this old man who has a similar mood.

There are many more.

Even Yan Yu, who has another purpose, is no exception at this time.