"Co on, with your black skin, only the mountain leopardess would fancy you."
The mountain cat woman was extrely dismissive: "How can such a vulgar thing like you compare to this young man? At best, you’re a brute. Look at this young gentleman, though he’s slender and frail."
But see those broad shoulders and long legs; once he’s recovered, that lean waist might just show so strength in bed, a taste that could be truly soul-stirring.
It’s bound to make one feel the marrow, unforgettable. Such a man is rare indeed, each look being a treasure."
Shu Ci was intrigued by the phrase "marrow taste," silently admiring how this little mountain cat was indeed a gourt.
She humbly asked: "So, is the tastiest part of him the kidney?"
When he wakes up and recovers his kidney, should it be sliced for charcoal-grilled salt and pepper, or stead with sesa sauce for fragrance?
Shu Ci hesitated for a mont, suddenly thought he had two kidneys; might as well try both grilling and steaming.
Thinking of this, Hada involuntarily flowed from her cold mouth corner, an expression of longing appeared in her dull and indifferent eyes.
The mountain cat woman heard Shu Ci’s inquiry, her pretty face reddened, subconsciously glanced at the youth’s ssy black hair scattered by his side.
The cold white, slim body was stained with spots of blood, not dirty, but added to his eerily sickly charm.
The end of her eyes could not help but stir a bit of spring feeling, licking her lips with embarrassnt: "The tastiest part is not necessarily just the young gentleman’s waist."
"Pah, you banshees truly have no sha, seeing a good-looking man and can’t walk without bending your waists." The black bear spirit jealously spat acidly.
Shu Ci listened eagerly, pursuing which part might be the tastiest.
But the mountain cat woman was extrely shy, bowed her head and blushed, not knowing what she was thinking, unwilling to go on.
Shu Ci was sowhat disappointed, had to change the topic, asking her where nearby was a good place for healing.
The mountain cat woman saw Baili An’s extraordinary temperant, deeply hidden inner brilliance, most likely he was a practicing Cultivator.
She felt sorry for the young man suffering, and secretly gave a suggestion.
"If you seek a place for healing, sowhere cool and elegant, I would first choose Liangshan City’s Anle Workshop.
The girls there are considerate, gentle, and tender. You just need to pay so Silver Tael, and they’ll certainly take good care of your young gentleman."
If this young gentleman truly is a Cultivator, he’d surely gather so essence from those mortal won to replenish his body.
Thus, in the claws of this wolfish fox demon who seemingly mastered The Art of Energy Gathering, he could have more vitality and life.
Shu Ci thought her suggestion was very good; she was only good at causing destruction and crafting undead weapons, not at taking care of people.
If entrusted to so ticulous and delicate people, surely her precious one could be nourished to health.
Dismissing this group of little demons, Shu Ci carried Baili An and set off straight for Liangshan City.
Her voluptuous and seductive body didn’t slow her down, before dawn, Shu Ci appeared at the doorstep of Anle Workshop with Baili An on her back.
Warm lights and floating smoke, delicate tent of red phoenix, swaying sycamore, golden red rain, soft bed curtains, even under the bright moon, the brothel still hung with colorful lanterns.
Singers displayed their allure, with jade arms waving charming silk handkerchiefs that made common folks’ hearts flutter, enticing guests.
The night was desolate, yet this brothel was bustling, crowded with people coming and going.
Anle Workshop was particularly famous in Liangshan City, so those lingering were either high officials or refined scholars and poets, charming gentlen.
Therefore, Shu Ci, with that perfectly stunning face that could extract marrow oil from bones.
And carrying a half-dead, almost dying young man, appeared here, seeming sowhat out of place.
Shu Ci wore coarse clothes pulled from a farmyard backyard, though loose they couldn’t hide her proud figure, attracting repeated attention from the scholars and poets.
So playboys looking for fun boldly snapped fingers and whistled, teasing from afar.
The old madam inside the brothel saw such a sly wild cat making a big stance at her doorstep, pondering deeply.
Could it be so wild brothel dared to eat bear heart and leopard gall, co to stir trouble?
She had lived for half her life and it was the first ti she saw a woman manage to wear such an utterly plain set of coarse linen clothes with such sultry charm.
The brothel madam had a sharp eye; even though the wide clothing covered most of her figure, she could still discern at a glance that the woman’s chest alone was enough to smother many a man.
And then she looked at the one being carried on her back, clicking her tongue. Despite being covered in blood, his face was as pale as a corpse.
But with those chiseled features, even when placed in the capital’s most famous perforr houses, he would undoubtedly be a leading gentleman.
Don’t be deceived by the delicate courtesans they have at Anle Workshop. The brothel madam had seen it all and knew that in private, many of those seemingly upright and virtuous types harbored a taste for such things.
Goodness, this is one extraordinary way to crash a place; the preparation must have been quite exhaustive.
Seeing that the enchanting woman was about to enter the building with the young man on her back, the brothel madam raised her sharply painted eyebrows and spoke in a shrill voice, bluntly:
"Eh, eh, eh? Which family’s courtesan are you, coming to our Anle Workshop to make a scene?"
Shu Ci frowned, wrinkled by the heavy scent of makeup on her: "I’m here to help him heal. Find a cool, quiet spot."
Oh? Such an impolite tone. If you didn’t know better, you’d think the Empress herself had descended to the mortal world.
The brothel madam’s face was full of sarcasm, "What ill wind blew you here tonight? You, such an enchantress.
This is the Anle Workshop, a place for pleasure. You, carrying a half-dead man, must have co to the wrong place."
Shu Ci stepped back two steps, glanced at the signboard, and seriously said: "I haven’t co to the wrong place. I’ve indeed entered Anle Workshop and still need to arrange for so considerate and gentle girls to take care of him."
The brothel madam was suddenly suspicious.
It seed this woman wasn’t sent by another brothel to cause trouble.
Now, this was truly strange. She’d seen feisty young won co to brothels to catch cheaters and berate them.
But never had she seen a woman bring her husband here to seek out won for his pleasure.
Truly, the world is big and full of wonders.
Adhering to the principle that every guest is a guest, the madam’s harsh deanor softened slightly, though a hint of disdain still lingered due to the woman’s coarse attire:
"If the guest wishes to request a girl, it’s not impossible. But the girls in our establishnt are always quite precious.
If you were to hire for the night, it’ll cost quite a bit. Forgive my bluntness, but you don’t seem like a person with money to spare."
Shu Ci then rembered that the mortal world was unlike the Demon World, where she could stamp her foot and everything would go smoothly.
Let alone asking for people, even for gutting them, those Demon Cultivators wouldn’t dare defy her, much less demand compensation.
Fortunately, Baili An’s Qiankun Bag was still there. She didn’t find any silver but instead pulled out a few shiny Luminous Pearls.
The gleam almost blinded the brothel madam’s eyes.
"Oh my, I truly failed to recognize greatness. Tonight, we are blessed to et a distinguished guest."
In the world of pleasure, people have always been quick to recognize the scent of money.
No matter if the guest is an enchanting woman, even if an eunuch ca, wouldn’t they still need to be served well?
Shu Ci was quite satisfied with her humble attitude.
"Co, co, you all without any sense, hurry and prepare so hot water, help this young man in and take good care of him. Oh my, all this blood, how did he get so injured, my heart aches for him."
Shu Ci thought to herself, this is, after all, her beloved.
Even if he is being served by re mortals, they shouldn’t be too shoddy, should they?
Thus, overnight, Lord Mohe spent extravagantly, calling upon all the radiant Oirans in the place, so generous.
To the point where the brothel madam was overjoyed, her face glowing with excitent.
In order to keep this unique guest, she even summoned those courtesans still in training.
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