You have a good chance, I accept it.

"The one who rides the horse is my father Zhang Erhe."

"Huh? You...are you Zhang Caifeng, the only son of Ercheng Zhang Erhe?"

"What? Are you scared? If you are scared, just give me the thing, otherwise don't blame me for killing you."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Don't blame me, young master. Don't blame me."

The young man next to Ye Lin sat down on the chair with a purple bellyband and an arrogant look on his face.

Then he took the purple bellyband with both hands and put it on his face and sucked in it suddenly, with an extremely intoxicated look on his face.

Seeing this scene, Ye Lin fell into silence.

"Boy, don't say that my brother doesn't take care of you, here, let you touch it."

Realizing that someone had been staring at him, Zhang Caifeng turned to look at Ye Lin, and then handed the bellyband in his hand to Ye Lin in a very grand manner.

"No, I'm not interested in this. I have a question that I'm very confused about. I would like to ask the young master to answer it for me."

Ye Lin leaned on the chair and whispered in front of Zhang Caifeng.

"Oh? Just tell me, and my brother will give you the answer. As long as he knows, he will teach you everything he has."

Zhang Caifeng patted his chest extremely generously and said loudly.

"Okay, Brother Zhang, since you are the only son of the city lord, and the oiran from Chun Tower is nothing more than a plaything in your hand, why are you so obsessed with it?"

After listening to Ye Lin's words, Zhang Caifeng showed an enigmatic expression, and raised his eyes to look at Ye Lin.

"Good brother, don't you understand? This Chunyue Tower is backed by the Seven Fantasy Sect, and the leader of the Seven Fantasy Sect is a big shot on the same level as the Lord of our fantasy capital."

"So this Chunyue Tower doesn't even dare to provoke me, for fear of getting angry. Forget about me, even if my father comes, I have to sit here honestly."

Zhang Caifeng said with a mysterious face, then looked at Ye Lin and said softly.

"I don't know what to call my good brother?"

After Zhang Caifeng said that, Ye Lin said very wisely.

"Ye Lin."

"Well, brother Ye Lin, I wonder where you come from? Who are you from?"

"Rogue cultivator."

As soon as Ye Lin finished speaking, Zhang Caifeng looked at him speechlessly. He thought that the relationship was almost over, but he didn't expect that Ye Lin was still like this.

Damn it, how can a casual cultivator be so rich? Then what does this mean to you?

Ye Lin just smiled mysteriously and shook his head at Zhang Caifeng. If you don't believe it, then you can't blame me.

But this guy is also quite interesting. On the surface, he seems rampant but he is very well-controlled. The person he was angry at just now was a creature with a third-level city entry permit hanging on his waist.

He is very polite to himself and tries his best to find out his identity, which is interesting.

"Oiran, show your face. My brothers spent a lot of money to come here just to show their faces to my sister. If my sister doesn't show her face, my brothers will be itching."

"Yes, if my sister doesn't understand the beauty, then don't blame the brothers for going up to the high platform to see her beauty in person."

"Hahaha, my dear brother is right."

The audience began to boo, and the gauze on the high platform gently dispersed. At this moment, the audience leaned forward and widened their eyes.

When the tulle completely dissipated, there was a woman standing on the high platform holding a round fan, wearing a long skirt and a half-gauze face.

The woman's figure is extremely voluptuous, and her eyes are so haunting that even though she is half veiled, her appearance is truly peerless.

After all, tulle is tulle, and you can still vaguely see it if you look closely.

"Hey, why are you still wearing a veil? Let me take it off, too."