Princess Against the World

Amid the cheers, the madam lifted up a corner of her emerald red hijab, revealing her slender chin and red lips.

After just a glance, he quickly covered it up.

"Only our groom can see the rest. Young and old gentlemen, if you want to see our beauty, then show your sincerity..."

The so-called sincerity is naturally money.

Whoever spends more money will win the beauty!

Simple game rules!

Feng Chenglin and Dingmiao looked at the knife-wielding old man at the same time.

...This guy seems...very calm!

The excited roars of the men around him didn't seem to arouse his interest.

With his head hanging down, he still ate the large plate of swill soup.

Feng Chenglin was a little disappointed——

have to!

I'm afraid I won't be able to see the excitement tonight!

However, I am not willing to give in——

"I said, brother, what do you think of this chick..."

Feng Chenglin walked past the knife-wielding old man and winked at Dingmiao.

"To be honest, I feel bad..."

Dingmiao rolled his eyes at him: "Are you blind? You can't tell such a beautiful woman..."

"What's so good, just... good-looking, with thin skin and tender flesh, a better figure, a bigger butt... other than that, what else?" Feng Chenglin glanced at the old man with the knife, and said, He laughed in satisfaction: "If you ask me, as long as it's a woman, it doesn't matter whether she's old or young, ugly or handsome, as long as the lights are turned off, it's all the same... No matter how beautiful the girl is, sleeping like this Can you make flowers come out of sleep?"

Just as Dingmiao was about to reply, the knife-wielding old man spit out the half-chewed food in his mouth with a "pop" sound.

The smell, the posture, made Feng Chenglin and Dingmiao almost vomit.

Before the disgusted expressions on their faces disappeared, he waved his hand in displeasure and threw half the plate of food out of the cabin and into the river.

At this time, the taste is better.

"Brother, know the way!"

He patted Feng Chenglin's shoulder suddenly and spoke unexpectedly.

The smell of swill in his mouth also sprayed on Feng Chenglin's face.

The unspeakable rancid smell almost made him spit out all the food he had eaten the night before.

"Um...brother, what are you talking about..."

Taking advantage of the situation, he stood up, calmly shook off the hand of the old man with the knife, moved back, and bowed, thus putting some distance between himself and the old man with the knife.

"Please give me some advice, brother, about this..."

"I mean, you are a veteran, and you know that this woman will be the same after being locked up..." The old man with the knife glanced at Cuicui, and said: "You said, just the little girl, and her old mother , turn off the lights, is it the same?"

"...This, isn't it different!?" Feng Chenglin smiled: "Both of them... they feel different to the touch. One is tender and tender green onion, the other is dry old tree bark... "

"Then you still say it's the same??"

"What I'm talking about... must be similar. For example, they are all 18-year-old girls, right? Their skin feels about the same..."

"Ha ha……"

Before he finished speaking, the old man with the knife started laughing.

Feng Chenglin was a little confused by the laughter: "No, brother... what I said is right..."

"That's right?" The old man with the knife chuckled, pointing to Cuicui and the maid beside her: "If you could choose one of these two women, which one would you like?"