Overturning the little milk bottle of the metaphysics boss, everyone loves it

Chapter 388 Inn
When Song Baoling went back, Yu Zikong and the others had already packed their bags and were waiting for her outside.

"Didn't you say you're leaving tomorrow?" Song Baoling was counting things.

Yu Zikong sighed and said, "Ye Lanchen suddenly changed his mind, anyway, the sooner the better, isn't it?"

Song Baoling could only bid farewell to his grandmother and the others briefly, and got into the carriage.

"Miss Song!" At this moment, a call came from outside, and Song Baoling thought it was very familiar.

Lianjiao recognized it very quickly, "Isn't this the voice of the eldest son of Zhang Shangshu's family?"

Three black lines hung from Song Baoling's forehead, but Zhang Qinghe had already come to the curtain of the carriage and knocked on the carriage politely.

"Miss..." Lian Jiao hesitated whether to open the curtain of the car, she didn't like Zhang Qinghe very much, she always hoped that it was Jun Tingsheng who was with Song Baoling.

Song Baoling exhaled, raised the curtain, and smiled slightly, "Mr. Zhang is here to see me, is there something important?"

Zhang Qinghe sat on the horseback, looked down at Song Baoling tenderly, and felt a little embarrassed when he heard her ask, his ears turned red.

After finally finding an inn, Song Baoling got out of the carriage and caught a glimpse of Ye Lanchen's red dress in the darkness.

Yu Zikong's eyelids twitched, "It's just that he doesn't like him, it's not really annoying, and he talks about how nice he is to my master, but my master doesn't pay any attention to him at all."

Ye Lanchen nodded, and led a few people to the second floor. On the stairs, Yu Zikong folded his arms and said, "Are all the women here dressed like this?"

She looks alluring, her red lips are as charming as blood, her collar is so low that a deep gap can be seen, her skirt is also slit on one side, and her thighs can be exposed when she walks.

Uncle Liu's umbrella was slightly tilted, covering the man's head.

Haicheng, and the place where Ama and the others are located, is only the outer circle, so it is sparsely populated, and it looks like a normal place.

The woman moved her eyes to them and smiled, "What's the matter with you guys? You seem a little nervous to see me?"

Yu Zikong coughed dryly, almost choked on his own saliva, and turned his head away.

Ye Lanchen raised his eyebrows and went straight to the shopkeeper without saying a word, "I want three superior rooms."

According to Ye Lanchen, Qiao Mengsong also knew that place.

Song Baoling nodded thoughtfully, remembering the place Ye Lanchen brought her in that illusion.

But he didn't look like this when he saw ama before.

She put down the curtain, it was inconvenient to hold Song Youyou in her arms, so she could only lightly kick Yu Zikong with her feet.

The woman noticed their clothes and appearance, "How many people don't look like here?"

He took out the currency here and handed it to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper slightly raised his head and looked at them with deep and deep eyes. Lianjiao couldn't help but take a step back.

Yu Zikong clicked his tongue, "I don't want to ride in the same carriage with him, he might be more comfortable sitting alone."

At this time, a slender woman in cool clothes emerged from the room behind the shopkeeper.

She turned her head to look at Yu Zikong, but she still didn't tell Yu Zikong about this, so as not to cause trouble for him.

But she always felt that Ye Lanchen was secretly doing something behind her back.

Lianjiao quietly urged the coachman to leave quickly with winking eyes, the coachman immediately received it and drove away.

Song Baoling knew that he couldn't make sense with him, so he didn't want to waste time at this moment, so he said, "Let's talk about this matter when I come back."

"Why do you care so much? Remember not to open the door to anyone who knocks at night." Ye Lanchen reminded.

"I'm here to ask someone to do something, I'm passing through this place, and I'm just staying overnight." Ye Lanchen said calmly.

The sky gradually darkened, and the sun lost its light. They had been out of the city for a long time, and they rarely saw people and houses.

Song Baoling patted Yu Zikong's hand away, "Don't poke around, why didn't you see Ye Lanchen?"

Song Baoling looked away, feeling strange, are the coachmen all dressed up like this now?
After entering the inn, Lian Jiao hid behind Song Baoling, "Miss, the people here are so strange."

Song Baoling lifted the curtain, and Ye Lanchen's carriage was behind them, quietly, and they couldn't see the scene inside.

Song Baoling and Lian Jiao's faces were burning hot, they had never seen such a bold dress, even the women in the brothel had to put on a layer of tulle to attract customers.

Zhang Qinghe was overjoyed, "Miss Song is serious? Then Zhang will write it down, and I will always wait for you to come back!"

"Why do you hate Ye Lanchen so much? Just because of your master?"

Yu Zikong pursed his lips, "It's clearly due to Uncle Liu."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang." Song Baoling bowed his head and nodded, his expression became calm the moment he closed the curtain.

"This is the house card." The shopkeeper's voice was like that of an old and hoarse old man, with a slightly bent back, which made him even shorter than his already modest stature.

"So fast? Nothing strange happened on the way." Lian Jiao was slightly surprised.

Zhang Qinghe looked at the carriage that was drifting away, the corners of his mouth got bigger and bigger, his eyes were sure to win.

Standing next to him was a pure black person, tightly wrapped, looming in the darkness.

It seemed that Song Baoling had already been identified.

Ye Lanchen took a few steps and stood side by side with them, "Be careful, we have already entered the range of Haicheng."

"A few people who don't know much, that's all they can do when they see beauties." Ye Lanchen said deliberately.

"No, you really have a baby with you?" Yu Zikong stretched out his hand and poked Song Youyou's tender face.

In the carriage, there were four people sitting in a large space, Lian Jiao, Yu Zikong, Song Baoling and Song Youyou in her arms.

Song Youyou turned her head to hide for a while, and made a "babbling" sound with her unhappy mouth.

"I heard that you are leaving, so I came here to say goodbye to you. I want Ms. Song to think about it again. Maybe we can have a relationship for a long time." Although Zhang Qinghe was embarrassed, he said it firmly.

Ye Lanchen opened the fan quite complacently, "It's not thanks to me, how can I come here casually without some means."

The carriage is big enough for one more person.

After hearing that, the woman's eyes closed her eyes, "I wish you all a happy stay here."

Although it was not as strange as in the illusion, the psychological shadow it left on her was not small, and seeing this made her feel terrified.

Seeing his serious face, Lianjiao felt chills down her spine, "Why, why?"

"This is different from other places. The door is restricted. As long as you don't open the door, no one else can get in. If you open the door, you have to bear the consequences." Ye Lanchen replied.

"Even if you hear my voice, don't open the door. This is the edge of Haicheng, and no one will care if something happens."

There is a spell on every door here, which is exactly the same as the spell that the diver taught her before, but every stroke and painting is completely different.

(End of this chapter)