Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
Ding!
“Congratulations, host, for completing the mission.”
“Leave the world? Or stay with the Devil King for the rest of your life? Please choose.”
“Stay.”
Xia Ling spent her entire life in this world.
When she and Qi Yunchen gradually grew old, their two children had already grown up.
Qi Yunchen liked his daughter very much, and she looked very much like Xia Ling.
When she was young, her round apple-shaped face and cute appearance were the favorite of the family.
When she grew up, her temper and personality were similar to Xia Ling’s. She was smart and lively.
Her life passed peacefully and smoothly.
Qi Yunchen was 85 years old, and Xia Ling was 86 years old.
He walked in front of her, his hand tightly gripping Xia Ling’s hand, unwilling to let go.
…
Qi Duo’er was already one year older than Qi Yunchen, so Xia Ling only stayed in the world for half a year longer than Qi Yunchen.
She told them about the funeral and told them to put her ashes together with Qi Yunchen’s and scatter them into the sea.
When the white light gradually disappeared, Xia Ling also returned to the firmament and continent.
*
She put Qi Yunchen’s soul back into the Demon King’s body.
Xia Ling collected the points.
Three days later, she entered a new world.
*
A white light gradually disappeared in front of Xia Ling’s eyes.
It was noisy around her, but she was wearing very cool clothes…
Xia Ling frowned slightly. She was locked in a cage.
Around her, pairs of burning eyes stared at her and couldn’t help but cheer.
“Qing He! One thousand taels of gold!”
“Great! The guest in room No. 1 has already bid for one thousand taels of gold. Do you have any more?”
“Lan Zhi, one thousand and one hundred taels of gold! ”
“Great! The guest in room No. 2 has bid for one thousand and one hundred taels of gold? Do you have any more?”
…
The atmosphere was wild.
Xia Ling looked around and saw that some of the people were wearing cloth clothes. Only the men on the floor of the room No. 2 were wearing fine clothes?
The surroundings were red beams, and the hexagonal tower was illuminated by the sky. Red lanterns hung from the ceiling, and all kinds of red ribbons hung from the ceiling.
Xia Ling was in a cage, and next to her was another cage.
The red sandalwood cage was covered with a top-quality white velvet cloth, and there was also a small couch.
The furnishings were all the same, but in the cage next to Xia Ling, the girl was sitting on the small couch, with a small fan covering half of her face.
The girl was trying her best to flirt, trying to attract people’s attention away from Xia Ling and onto herself.
However, it was too much. There were too many of these types of rouge powder in this kind of place. People did not like the passionate ones, they just liked Xia Ling Shu to wear the original owner’s cold clothes.
It was like climbing a tree to climb a laurel. The colder Xia Ling was, the more they liked her. However, if she stayed cold for too long, people would lose interest.
Now, the young girl Qing He was facing this kind of situation.
…
“Miss Qing He! If you don’t think of something, Miss Lan Zhi’s value will soon surpass yours, and your title as Courtesan Belle will be lost!”
“You must know that if you lose your title of Courtesan Belle, you will end up as one of the men below.”
A maidservant beside the cage reminded Xia Ling in a low voice.
Xia Ling frowned slightly and looked at the white veil she was wearing. It was very transparent.
However, with the distance between the cage and the surrounding men, no matter how good a man’s eyesight was, he could not see her body clearly.
On the other side, because of Lan Zhi’s boldness, the men were still crazily increasing her price.
On the other side, Xia Ling slowly sat up.
