Your Highness, what happened to you these past few days?
"Your Highness, what happened to you these past few days?" Lin Bai looked rather horrified as he struggled to swallow.
Zhu Mo beside him wore an even more complicated expression—horrified, wary... and faintly amused.
"Oh my, why have you two young masters come together?" The fat, gaudily made-up woman broke into a smile.
Her eyes, squeezed between folds of flesh, kept casting flirtatious glances at Lin Bai and Zhu Mo. "Let me make this clear first... if two people come together, it costs extra."
Costs extra... Lin Bai could not help retreating a step, his expression turning wary.
Zhu Mo's face also went pale with fright.
One of these two was the current Tianshui Sect's Holy Son and the Wolf Marquis of Chu; the other was the Commander of the Zhao Xing Office, a martial artist of the Great Purity Dao Fruit Realm.
Both were powerful nobles of the imperial capital, with immense authority in their hands. Even if they needed to seek out women, they would never come to such a crude and wretched place as Rouge Alley.
"Lord Zhu Mo, it's your turn." Lin Bai's expression was taut as he looked at Zhu Mo with the tragic bearing of the wind sighs over the Yi River; once the hero departs, he shall never return.
"Would you like to go first?" The fat woman smiled sweetly at Zhu Mo. "Come along, handsome."
As she spoke,
the fat woman reached out to tug at Zhu Mo.
Zhu Mo's sword-like brows shot up. The instant the fat woman's palm touched him, he suddenly pulled a token from his Storage Bag and held it up before her face.
"Can you read?" Zhu Mo asked coldly.
The fat woman withdrew her hand and