"Why is it your turn?"

Qinglan hesitated for a moment and said slowly:

"I went to Sister Magnolia's place and was seen by him. He stared at me for a long time, his eyes were like poisonous snakes, sticky and disgusting..."

"I guess he has bad intentions."

"And after Sister Yulan died, my mother also told me..."

"Ah my grandmother?" Mo Hua was slightly stunned.

Qinglan looked around and saw that there was no one else, and whispered: "It's the pimp mother."

Ink painting nodded.

The madam is the madam in the brothel, and the girl under her is raised by her and she calls her "Amn".

Qinglan continued, "My grandma also told me that there was a guest who called me... I asked who the guest was, but My grandma seemed to be smiling, so she didn't say it clearly."

"I asked her again and again, my mother got angry, beat me and scolded me, saying that my wings were hard, and she dared to ask her questions, and said that I was a money-losing guy, and even if I died, I deserved it..."

Mo Hua frowned and said, "You mother is so bad."

Qinglan didn't dare to say bad things about the brothel, so she nodded slightly.

"What then?" Mo Hua asked again.

Qinglan said: "Then, I guessed that he must have me accompany the man in gray."

"Sister Magnolia is dead, and there are still some sisters before, but they haven't survived."

"I, I..."

Qinglan couldn't continue to say anything, so she wiped her tears silently.

Mo Hua poured her another cup of tea and comforted her softly:

"Don't worry, you won't have any trouble."

Qinglan shed tears on her cheeks, as if she had caught a life-saving straw, and said with hope:

"Will I die..."

"Everyone is dead." Mo Hua said the truth.

Qinglan: "…"

Mo Hua said with a stern face: "But he will definitely die before he harms you!"

Although Qinglan felt that this was a little subtle, she was still comforted and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't know what the young man was from, but seeing that he was young, even Elder Su respected him very much. He probably had a special identity and had some hope in his heart.

"Have you never said these words to others?" Mo Hua said curiously.

Qinglan shook her head and said bitterly:

"Who am I telling you, Sister Yulan died, and the other sisters were all in danger. I don't know if they offended the guest one day, and they were beaten out of bed. My mother... didn't have a good temper..."

Mo Hua frowned as she heard this, "Doesn't anyone care about you here?"

Qinglan smiled bitterly, "We lowly people, others will only make fun of us, who will care about our lives or death?"

Mo Hua sounded a little uncomfortable, "Where is your parents?"

Qinglan's eyes were gloomy, "I was sold in by my parents."

Mo Hua was slightly stunned when she heard this, Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi looked at her with sympathy.

Mo Hua was silent for a while and asked in a low voice:

"Do you hate your parents?"

Qinglan shook her head, "I don't hate it, because they are all dead."

"Dead?"

"Yes." Qinglan nodded, "I'm starving to death."

There were tears flashing in Qinglan's eyes, and her voice was choked:

"My parents... were afraid that I would starve to death, so they sold me into a brothel. Even the spirit stones they sold me... They secretly stuffed them to me and asked me to survive..."

When Mo Hua heard this, he felt sad, "Are they mine repairmen?"

Qinglan nodded, "Yes. My father mined for the Lu family. When the mine collapsed, his leg broke, and his heart veins were eroded by the foul air. He could no longer mine..."

"My mother is too hard to support her family, and overwork is ill. Both of them know that they have not lived for a long time, so they sold me into a brothel, and at least they have a way out..."

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly condensed, "This brothel is also owned by the Lu family?"

"Yes." Qinglan said, "It's not just this brothel, but most of the Jinhua Street, the industries that eat, drink, go-to, and gambling are mostly owned by the Lu family..."

"Then do you want to go out of the brothel?"

Qinglan shook her head miserably, "I can't get out."

Mo Hua frowned, pondered silently, and murmured:

"What is the Lu family..."

Bai Zisheng whispered to Mo Hua: "This Lu family doesn't seem to be a good thing either."

Then he thought, "The Qian family, the Sun family, the Lu family... these families are not good things..."

Bai Zisheng was suddenly startled, "Our Bai family is not a good thing, right..."

Bai Zixi's beautiful eyes were like swords and glanced at him.

I don’t know what Mo Hua said about him.

Bai Zisheng scratched his head and muttered: "This is really hard to say..."

Mo Hua shook her head and asked again:

"Sister Qinglan, do you know what kind of cultivation level that gray-clothed monk has?"

Qinglan frowned, "I'm not sure."

"It's okay if you're not sure."

Qinglan hesitated for a while and then said, "I guess he may be a foundation-building monk..."

"This is what Sister Yulan told me, saying that he has a deep cultivation level. Sister Yulan is in the late stage of Qi refining, so he should be the foundation building..."

Ink painting shook his head slightly.

If you build a foundation... it will be a little difficult to deal with.

"When will he usually come to the brothel?"

"I will come here on the fourth day of the month and the fourteenth day of the fourteenth day, and then the time to stay is uncertain."

"I see."

Mo Hua nodded, and pointed to the jade bracelet in Qinglan's hand, "Please put away this jade bracelet first, don't let others see it. I came over on the fourth day of the lunar month and said you had stole Elder Su's jade bracelet and we will ask you for your offense."

"In this way, no matter whether things are successful or not, you will not be implicated."

Qinglan looked at the ink painting and asked in a low voice:

"What are you... planning to do?"

"You don't have to worry about this."

Qinglan nodded, looked at Mohua and the three of them, and was still a little worried:

"You are not old, don't be fooled by the man in gray to save me. The man is so gloomy and probably acts insidiously..."

Bai Zisheng said: "Don't worry."

He pointed to the ink painting, "Don't look at him as young as he is, he may not have less bad water in his stomach..."

Mo Hua was unhappy, "Who is so ill of water?"

Bai Zisheng looked at the sky and pretended not to say anything.

Mo Hua muttered: "A tummy stomach is better than a fool..."

"Okay, you said your senior brother is stupid?"

"You said your junior brother is full of bad water?"

...

The two of them whispered and noisy.

Bai Zixi had no choice but to slap her in the back.

The force of shooting Bai Zisheng was heavier, and the ink painting was weaker, so the shooting was lighter.

Bai Zisheng grinned in pain:

"Zixi, you are partial!"
To be continued...