After they regret their whole lives, I will never die in the training ground

Seeing Fufente's interested look, the bartender glanced at his colleague.

"Of course, not everyone is qualified to taste this. The most mellow wine should be paired with the most special guests."

Nie Luandi rubbed the back of her hands. Even the waiter spoke in a greasy tone, which was why she didn't like coming to such places.

Fortunately, it seemed that the lady was just drinking outside and did not seem like a special customer with special needs, otherwise she would have felt even worse.

"I'm looking forward to it." Fufente lowered her eyes and half leaned on the table.

The smile in the bartender's eyes grew even wider, it finally worked.

"But this one is a little special. You need to watch a certain scene to taste its true flavor."

The drunkenness still had some influence on Fufente's judgment, but more importantly, she was confident in her own abilities.

"no problem."

Nie Luandi stretched out her hand but did not say anything to stop them. She knew very well that the minds of these big shots were the most difficult to guess, and if you went against their wishes in the slightest, they would not let you off easily.

I already pissed off my boss last time, and I can’t mess up his job again.

Following the bartender up to the second floor, the closed rooms and narrow corridors were all shrouded in pink lights.

Their house was considered one of the best "red cards" in the area, and the soundproofing measures were very good, so Nie Luandi didn't hear any sound at all.

But this was also what worried her the most. Although she didn't want to eavesdrop, if something happened in the house, she wouldn't be able to get there in time.

She couldn't just go in and watch the live broadcast. Regardless of whether the other party allowed it or not, she simply couldn't do that.

Just because Nie Luandi can’t hear it doesn’t mean Fufente can’t hear it either.

Because this world is too fragile, she has set limits for herself, but this does not affect her hearing.

She heard it clearly and understood what the moans meant.

But she was a little confused. Why were there only men's voices in some rooms, or only women's voices?

Fufente did not stop, and began to guess the clerk's purpose based on what she had heard.

Normally, she would enter a room full of scarred villains, be coerced and bribed into staying and performing, and then meet a hero who would save her, and finally live a happy life.

She had heard at least ten thousand similar stories from bards, but she had never imagined that such a thing would happen to her one day.

She guessed the purpose of this black shop, but she didn't want to leave.

If she was bullied or wronged, Qingge would definitely not sit idly by.

This way, the cold atmosphere between them would have a chance to be broken.

Not only did she not want to leave, she also wanted the room to be a little bigger, with a little more scarred villains, so that she could be weaker and more wronged.

Whenever something like this happened in the past, no matter whether it was true or false, Qingge would hold him in her arms and comfort him.

She hadn't felt the warmth in that embrace for a long time.

Although she had sworn to herself that she would never lie to Qingge again, it couldn't be considered a lie this time, because she was really being bullied after all.

Thinking of this, Fufente felt better and looked forward to things happening soon, no matter how terrible it was.

Facts have proved that it is difficult to learn well, but it is easy to learn bad things, and one can even learn it without a teacher.

"This room is for our most distinguished guests."

It looks very small, Fufente expressed her disappointment, it can't even accommodate 800 swordsmen.

"Miss Fufente, please come in."

"and many more."

Before she even stepped in, a hand appeared in front of Fufente, blocking her way.

"Please take this with you. When you are in danger, just press this button."

"......Um."

Fufente took the little finger-sized cylinder, which had buttons on both sides so she wouldn't press the wrong button in an emergency.

"Oh, Miss Bodyguard, don't worry. We are very safe here. Even if something happens to me, our distinguished guest will not be harmed in any way."

She was not so stupid as to not make money and risk her life. If the young lady had no such intention, she would not even dare to force it.

If you want to survive in Los Angeles, the most important thing is to know who you can offend and who you can't afford to offend.

As soon as the door was closed by the bartender, Fufente placed the alarm on the table at the door.

The bartender's smile grew even brighter. "Miss Fufente trusts me so much, aren't you afraid of any danger?"

"What danger can there be? I trust you." Fufente answered casually and looked around the room.

It seems that she is a young lady who is well protected by her family. Who knows, maybe she will become an upper-class person too.

A special fragrance permeated the house, various toys were hung brightly on the wall, and the dim lights made the atmosphere easier to heat up.

But Fufente didn't know him at all, and she had only one thought in her mind.

Where is the danger? Who can hide in such an empty room? In the closet or behind the bed?

Hey, is that a torture instrument hanging on the wall?

Something...special.

The bartender's fingers quietly took off his suit jacket, revealing the white shirt underneath that could easily arouse a desire to destroy it.

"Where's the wine?" After checking around, she was sure that there were only two of them in the room.

What about people?

"Don't be impatient." The bartender's respectful voice softened.

The bartender stretched his proud body under the light, walked slowly to the built-in wine cabinet in the room, and took out a bottle of wine as thick as blood.

"This is my personal favorite bottle of Flamingo. You will love it."

"..."

When she returns, she will definitely chop off those bards who made up stories.

But you can't blame her for thinking too much. After all, few of the people she met along the way had good intentions.

Even if he ascends to the throne of god, the people below still admire and fear him.

She started from humble beginnings and she knew very well that what those people feared was not her, but her power.

In nearly a thousand years, she has never met anyone who treats her as purely and selflessly as Qingge.

Every time I experience filth and dirt, my longing for you grows deeper, and the pain and emptiness gradually form an abyss.