Resurrection of spirit energy: I really don't want to be prodigal!

After the girl lost her previous sharp appearance and empty eyes, she looked more like a special and extremely normal weak woman.

But just looking at her appearance, she looks more like a [-]-year-old girl, pink and shy.

However, these adjectives feel extremely abrupt and inappropriate when placed on Dilo.

"Dillo, stop making trouble, if the quilt gets wet, you will get sick if you cover it at night!"

Lu Xingchen gently pushed her away, and after he moved his gaze down a few minutes, he found that the girl was not naked.

Now, his movements froze on the spot.

Dilo's hand was still holding him, and the water stains on his body had already soaked his clothes and bed.

"Washed up? Then I'll get up!"

Lu Xingchen quickly looked away and looked at his watch, it was already 34:[-] in the evening.

He moved Dilo's little hand away, got up and walked to the bathroom.

But when he was about to turn around and close the door, Nightingale stretched out an arm and tightly grasped the doorknob.

"open!"

The girl didn't respond, and looked at him stubbornly through the crack of the door.

Lu Xingchen had no choice but to use force, but he was afraid of pinching his hands.

But I didn't expect Dilo to be so stubborn at this time. With a backhand force, she directly crushed the bathroom door and the door lock with her bare hands.

Hearing the sound of metal breaking, Lu Xingchen's hand was empty, and the doorknob fell into his hand. Looking at the door, Di Luo had already torn a hole open with his hand.

Now, don't think about it, it's impossible for him to close the door to block her.

He simply didn't care about that much, untied his clothes, and walked towards the shower head in a sullen way.

But after a while, a person followed in like a cat.

"Don't make trouble, Dilo, it's not appropriate at all!"

"Humph!"

For some reason, Nightingale is not as well-behaved as usual.

To put it bluntly, after keeping her away from him, Lu Xingchen sloppily washed and changed into new clothes, and then washed all the clothes he and Di Luo had changed with his own hands.

Although he is the eldest son of the Lu family and the chairman of Xingyu Group, he is not the kind of master who does not stick to the spring water with his fingers.

Cooking, housework, business, cultivation.

None of Lu Xingchen was left behind. Of course, there is one more thing now, which is to take care of Di Luo, a troubled girl.

After all, apart from him, so far, no one else can subdue her.

When Lu Xingchen was washing clothes, Di Luo was standing beside him, wearing a baggy white shirt, staring blankly at him.

She is like a puppet who has lost her emotions, her eyes are empty and lifeless, and the expression on her face is always the same.

"Wait a minute, you stay in the hotel and don't run around! I have important things to deal with, understand?"

As Lu Xingchen said, he tapped on her upturned nose with a hand that was stained with foam.

Dilo stuck out her tongue silently, trying to reach the foam on the tip of her nose.

Her little tongue is pink and soft, as flexible as a little snake.

"Haha! How can anyone lick their own nose! It's not cats and dogs."

Lu Xingchen laughed at her, and then saw the girl's mouth opened wider, and at the same time, she rolled her tongue, and the tip of her tongue directly touched her small nose.

Whoa!

The clothes in his hand fell directly to the ground, while Dilo grinned and spat out the foam.Although there was no expression on his face, there was clearly a trace of unkindness and blame in his eyes.

After staying up until about eleven o'clock in the evening, Lu Xingchen bid farewell to Di Luo, walked out of the room alone.

He doesn't know the direction of Xiangliu Street, but the people in Heijie must know it.

When they reached the front desk on the first floor, there was a masked front desk lady there, staring at the ceiling with her chin in a daze.

"Hello, I want to ask, how to get to Xiangliu Street?"

Lu Xingchen walked up to her and waved to her.

The other party froze for a moment, and then said in a low voice.

"It's from outside! You don't even know about Xiangliu Street?"

As she spoke, she stretched out a skinny arm and spread her palm.

That meaning, but it couldn't be more obvious.

Lu Xingchen took a handful out of his pocket, and put a dozen or so spirit stones into the opponent's hand.

"How stingy, sir, the watch on your wrist is probably worth a lot!"

Lu Xingchen withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, then turned around and walked out.

"Hehe! As expected of a rich person, the richer you are, the more stingy you are! Okay, just treat it as an additional service for your accommodation. If you want to go to Xiangliu Street, you can go to Dongdajie to ask. Another thing to remind you, in Heijie, Don’t ask any questions, just ask them out, otherwise, you won’t even know you’re dead!”

Afterwards, amidst the jeers at the front desk, Lu Xingchen put a wooden mask on his face.

This mask was sculpted by himself in his spare time. The workmanship was very rough, leaving only eye holes and a place for the mouth and nose to breathe.

He put on his hat and scanned the street.

At night, there are obviously more pedestrians in the dark street.

And the atmosphere here is almost the same as when he came last time.

However, he vaguely felt that someone was looking at him.

But he had already pretended. After he obviously saw someone glance at him, he directly looked away.

Lu Xingchen walked through the market to the east of Hei Street, where the plaque on East Street hung high above the building.

When you get here, there are mostly small stalls on the street, and there are few stores.

And there is an endless stream of people coming and going here, mixed with fish and dragons.

"Guest, do you want some illegal products again? The price is affordable, as for the source...hehe!"

"Selling spells, second-hand spells, second-hand rune weapons, everything!"

After he turned around for a week, he saw a lot of idle people standing on the side of the road, most of them wore mouse masks on their faces, and looked at every customer coming and going with treacherous eyebrows.

Lu Xingchen tightened his shirt, pretended to touch his hand in his underwear pocket, and then walked over.

As he approached, he clearly felt that the eyes of several mice clearly stayed on his chest.

He stopped a mouse at random, and whispered a question to him.

"I'm new here. I heard that there is Xiangliu Street here. How can I get there?"

After the mouse heard it, he not only smiled.

"Guest, you are not sincere! How could a stranger come to our Black Street site?"

The other party was really cunning, but he didn't hide too much, but waved at him.

"Come with me, I'll take you to Xiangliu Street, but in exchange, you have to give me some odds and ends!"

"That's good to say!"

Henceforth, this "mouse" took Lu Xingchen in the black street, turning seven times and eight times, and finally earned a life-and-death.

"Guest, this is it!"

Looking at the bare walls around, Lu Xingchen immediately sneered.