Without hesitation, Jiang Lingyue swallowed the antidote with a gulp, changing her mouth that had just been chattering, she climbed out of the bathhouse neatly and wiped her body drying her body, while whispering: "Hey, you've been here for a long time, are you doing it again for that painting? What is the origin of that painting? You have to be so persistent and determined to get it?"

Xiang Xingqing stood in front of a huge dressing mirror, checked his outfit, and said coldly: "If you hadn't made trouble last time, how could there be so many exotic tricks? Will I have to spend so much effort?"

Jiang Lingyue: "You were targeted for a long time last time. Even if it wasn't me, you wouldn't take that painting away!"

Xiang Qing turned to look at her, "Those two groups of people are clearly here to chase you and that idiot!"

Jiang Lingyue: "Come on, don't tell me you didn't see it. The guards here and the one who tried to shoot us to death with arrows that day!"

Xiang Wanqing: "So what? If you hadn't been the tycoon with that idiot, with my light skills, how could I not be able to get rid of those people!"

Jiang Lingyue; "Oh, you know how to be very good at light skills, you can't beat me!"

Some individuals may be born with disagreeable horoscopes. How can I say that, I cannot chat at all. Once I chat, I will disagree with each other. If I disagree with each other, I will want to fight.

Xiang Wanqing used 120,000 yuan of thoughts to control the urge to beat someone. She took off a half-faced mask hanging on the dressing mirror, put it on her face, and then walked back without looking back.

Although she went to the masked man's room instead of Jiang Lingyue, she was for her own purposes, not for Jiang Lingyue, and it was even more impossible to care about Jiang Lingyue's life or death.

And as soon as she left, it won’t take long for the masked man to find that the person had been dropped.

In other words, Jiang Lingyue must arrive at a relatively safe place before the masked man was discovered.

What should I do?

Jiang Lingyue's eyes fell on the woman who was unconscious on the side.

Then, Jiang Lingyue changed into the woman's clothes as fast as possible, took off half of the mask on her face, buckled it on her head, hid her deep in the wardrobe, covered it up with her clothes, and then she followed her out of the room.

As soon as the door opened, the attendant at the door and opposite him remained motionless and continued to maintain a guardian posture.

Jiang Lingyue suddenly remembered the woman's appearance of showing off her charm to her, so she had an idea, imitated her, and then twisted her ass, and walked towards the corridor calmly.

The attendant at the door suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "Stop!"

Jiang Lingyue raised her eyes to look at the attendant in front of her. The other party looked at him coldly and said, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Lingyue once again learned to be a woman who twisted her butt, and made a sneer at him, turning her head to the other end of the corridor.

This time, no one stopped her again.

Jiang Lingyue was taken to this place in a coma.

The environment she is currently in contact with is very closed and there are not even windows, so it is difficult to judge her location and the specific environment around her.

However, having just had a conversation with Xiang Wanqing, adding the bathhouse in the house, the dazzling array of clothes in the wardrobe, the masks that could be seen everywhere, and the rich dusty aura emitted from the woman who twisted / butt / thighs made Jiang Lingyue have roughly guess about this place.

Here, it is mostly a kiln, or a relatively high-end, or even a private person, and it is more likely to serve only the masked man.

And the twisted/butt/butt/whether/woman she cosplays now is probably a prostitute/woman in the kiln.

What are the prostitutes and girls doing after taking a shower, wearing beautiful clothes and half-faced masks?

The answer is about to come out.
Chapter completed!