"What do you know?" Huo Ran, a copper-faced man, said sharply, "If you look at me like this again, I’ll take your life immediately!"
Qu Yong closed his eyes and said, "I don’t understand, but I want to know whether you are destiny or not."
"Yes and no?"
QuYong eyes take a deep breath and sink a way "is my sworn enemy! Not that we are friends. "
"Enemy? Friends? With you? ! Ha ha! ！” The copper face man smiled long and seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world, but he smiled half a minute. After San Xiao, he waved his sleeve and said, "Heaven and earth are poor, our old country has hatred, and the ancients will wait until you enter Dan Jin to say this."
Chapter one hundred and fifty-nine Customs and culture
When he said this, he looked proud and had a long world. Wan Li had a panoramic view of the mountains and rivers, and where, before me, are the ages that have gone? and and where, behind me, are the coming generations? had a natural sense of grandeur and ambition.
"good!" Qu Yong suddenly added, "Then the sky grows together. What are your enemies and friends with him?"
"He?" The copper face man has been silent for a long time and slowly said, "He is also a world wizard and knows everything, but talent stops here and many martial arts are naturally hard to find."
Diligence, however, is just a matter of course … "He finally stopped talking here.
Qu Yong listened to him, Kan Kan, and he commented on himself almost as long as the sky. It seems that this copper man knows a lot about Tianyi. If he is not afraid of Qu Yong, he doesn’t believe it. It is the copper man who has never answered positively that he is the destiny.
This conversation was their first and longest conversation in many days, and then they talked again until they stayed in a small private hotel in Tokyo. The bronze man threw Qu Yong a health insurance card to stay in the hotel, and then he drifted away.
In Japan, there is no ID card. In some cases, you can get a driver’s license. Nowadays, almost all adults have a driver’s license. Without a driver’s license, there is another kind of identity that everyone can prove, that is, a health insurance card. This health insurance card can hide the truth from the sea without a photo to be stamped with a "real seal" and a "seal login card", which is also convenient in a sense.
The copper noodle man was smuggled into the country, and none of them had a passport, but he really worked miracles and managed to get two genuine health insurance certificates. Qu Yong’s name was "Takei Tuo"
"Things change so often. Who would have thought that a few days ago, I studied in Quzhou for two days, and then I became a stowaway and fell through in Japan?"
QuYong also don’t know is happy or sad.
Just when QuYong closed his eyes, he suddenly sighed lightly.
Now the temperature in Tokyo is still very low because of the high latitude, and the extremely low temperature outside is in fresh contrast with the warmth in the soup, so there is a faint sigh in the soup with fog and some obscure haze.
Qu Yong opened his eyes and saw a woman with an old pink pattern. She didn’t care to show her chest. A large waist and a colored belt outlined the amazing arc of the opposite side of her chest, but the strangest thing was her eyes, which were hidden in her own shadow.
Loneliness hides the unknown past.
Although Qu Yong is not proficient in Japanese culture, the first impression in her mind is that she is like a mysterious witch incarnated in Drawing a Hundred Ghosts at Night. The bride is a spider who changes into a human form to seduce a man. When the man is tempted for three days, he will be taken away. The first-class food place is an extremely dangerous monster.
“こんにちは（Kon’nihiwa）！ "
"This is how you are" Qu Yong can still understand this sentence, but he has never studied Japanese at all, and he doesn’t know if he can respond with a smile. "Does she mean Chinese and Japanese customs?"
Custom Niang refers to a girl who is engaged in custom industry in Japan and South Korea.
In Japan, the porn industry is called the custom industry, and the place where pornography is traded is called the custom shop, but it is also slightly different from the brothel that most people think. There are three kinds of public and legal custom shops in Japan.
The first one is the theory that the genre shop is a bar. It is not a kind of pornography. There are some hostess girls to accompany you to eat, drink and chat. If the two sides talk it over, it can be introduced. But most men who come to this place don’t bring girls out. Instead, they come to talk about the pressure day. These "escort" girls are the best people to talk to. Recently, a kind of "cuddling" is very popular, and so is it.
The second kind is the genre shop, which is part of the most erotic, but it is not the most wonderful. It is not prostitution according to Japanese law. If someone wants to take the opportunity to bully the bow, they are likely to be prosecuted for rape.
The last one is that real brothels are mostly bathhouses engaged in customs, where women help to take a bath and get out of bed. Maybe many otaku like Tokyo No.1 (A film) and there are many such plots.
Now Qu Yong defines this complex bride as the third custom in his heart, and Niang Bath Soup comes to "Hello" and finally solves the physiological problem.
"No, I don’t need it." Qu Yong blurted out in Chinese when he thought of this.
"You don’t need anything?" The light in the eyes of the bride seems to be projected from a very high place, so her eyes really don’t look like a custom mother who comes out to sell herself, and she said this in pure Chinese.
"Hey, can you speak Chinese?"
"What’s the big deal about being able to speak Chinese?" The complex bride came slowly through the worn clogs. Her shoes sounded a little harsh. When she walked to the bath, it was natural to take off her clogs and show them in front of Qu Yong as delicate as white jade carving.
"this"
The bride saw Qu Yong dumbfounded and said, "Are my feet beautiful?"
"Beautiful"
"What an honest boy."
The bride leaned over and gently touched the warm water in the pool. Her pure black long hair covered a large face with dumping. So close together, she could clearly smell a burst of roses and flowers in her nose.
From Qu Yong’s point of view, it is very white to see pepper milk on her chest, but this is not suitable for Qu Yong. The most shocking thing is that he saw that this woman’s breasts were engraved with a gorgeous rosa multiflora in full bloom, while the pink nipples were evenly superimposed on the flower heart and spread to the lower abdomen. What kind of scene was hidden and concealed by Qu Yong?
This alone has made him unable to breathe. This kind of stimulation is too fierce for an unconscious boy.
"Ha ha" winding bride Bai, a simple boy, has been puzzled by her gorgeous and strange appearance. She uttered a throat in a low voice in her lips. This sound immediately brought her whole image to the surface, and it instantly aroused the desire in the depths of a man’s heart.
Chapter one hundred and sixty A story
She lifted a hand of warm water and poured it on Qu Yong’s naked and strong chest, then put her mouth on his earlobe and gasped. "Isn’t there a saying in China that friends come from afar? Don’t you invite me to chat in the soup today?"
"I" QuYong nervous don’t know what to do, he hasn’t come to refuse the winding bride has got up and untied her belt with a chuckle, and the old one slipped from her shoulder and fell on the stone steps automatically.
She didn’t wear anything inside, not even a uniform and a Chinese-style chest covering, nor a crystal curtain. The breeze was full of roses, but Qu Yong finally saw her rosa multiflora face, which was a colorful tiger.
A fierce, fierce and colorful tiger is making a gesture of wanting to pounce on food, and it is rosa multiflora who wants to pounce on food.
"Is there a tiger sniffing roses in your heart?" QuYong remembered that day nine ye spoke with a sigh.
"Doesn’t it look good?"
"good-looking"
"Ha ha" accompanied by a low smile, the bride slowly walked into the bath soup, soaked her charming body in warm water, and slowly drowned the tiger and rosa multiflora.
She doesn’t look like a naked woman at all. She is still so natural. Her eyes are proud and lonely.
"I haven’t said my name yet. My name is Gong Cai. You can call me A Cai."
"A dish?" Qu Yong was not particularly shocked by such a name. He said, "My name is Takei Tuo."
"Takei Rio Tinto? Japanese name? "
"hmm"
"But so-called," Gong Cai murmured, "Everyone is a floating fate and must care about the name."
"Actually, I" Qu Yong said, "I didn’t scream?"
"I know." Gong Cai’s index finger nail is also painted with rosa multiflora juice. She bit her red lip and said, "Isn’t this more predestined?"
"Really?" Qu Yong certainly knows that this palace dish is definitely not an ordinary person. No ordinary person can tattoo such a strange pattern.
"You don’t believe in fate?"
"believe"
"young children"