Twilight War

08

"What are you talking about whoring money? It's very ugly. It's called sponsorship." Huang Xuanjin said with a smile, hiding the gold coins in his bosom while talking, "Your Highness, you just sponsored a poor but mentally disabled man. Poor people, this kind of support should be selfless and selfless."

Wihipel looked at the boy who was explaining bluntly and smiled, "I never do business that loses money."

"This is not a business, but a sponsorship! Your Highness's kindness and benevolence can be learned from heaven and earth." Huang Xuanjin said quickly.

"Little Huangniao, I've never been a kind person, you should be clear about it." Wisipel leaned over to Huangxuan Jin's side and said. The body is covered in his shadow.Like an oriental princess about to be plundered by a giant dragon.

Huangxuanjin had no choice but to take out a few gold coins from his pocket, and put them in Wisipel's hand with a look of reluctance, "Then you'll be fine."

"Do you think there are only so many?" Vichypel couldn't help but said with a smile, not knowing whether the boy was really that stupid or just pretending to be so.

"Yes, yes, I understand. Your Highness doesn't trade at a loss, and you have to repay one cent of the capital, and three cents of the profit. Then there is no way, you can blow me up and sell it for money, maybe you can make some money back."

"Take it." Wihipel threw the gold coin back into the boy's arms.

Anyway, I already owed so much, it would be better to roll over the profit and owe it all together.

Huang Xuanjin hurriedly took over the fallen gold coins, turned around and said to Little Jasmine, "Let's go, let's go shopping."

In front of the mask booth, the stall owner was painting the patterns on the mask with paint, when he looked up, he saw the boy who was picking up the mask in front of the booth.

The boy was obviously in a good mood, half of his half-length black hair was rolled up, and the corners of his mouth were raised, looking like a cat basking in the sun when the weather is good.

The stall owner looked at Vehippel standing behind the young man and Little Jasmine who was waiting obediently, then turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at the young man, "He is tall, has no breasts, and dead fish eyes...all fit. This Is it the child's mother?"

Huang Xuanjin immediately raised his head, "You're the one with fish eyes!"

"Sure enough, I have a bad temper." The stall owner nodded and said.

"Pick two masks." Wihipel handed over two silver coins.

"You don't need money. I have a lot of free time today. If you tell me a story, you can choose the mask." The stall owner didn't accept the silver coins, but looked at Huangxuan Jin and said.

"You didn't tell me that just now," said Wichpel.

"Whoever wants to listen to your story must be bored just thinking about it," said the stall owner.

"Really?" Huang Xuanjin asked.

"Well, you can talk about anything, your own, or your friend's. It's okay." The stall owner lowered his head and continued to paint the mask in his hand.

"You're selling masks to them, but you want to know their stories. Interesting?" Wisipel asked.

"I just want to give them a chance to start over. Although once they get this chance, it's like living with a mask, but at least it's a chance. I don't have to know their past. It's just that if they don't know their past before putting on the mask I have a story to tell, so I can listen to it." The stall owner painted the mask in his hand, then lifted his own mask up, blowing the wet paint.

Painted patterns wind around the mask like vines.

"I have also been to Arthur and Varner. Since decades ago, it seems that all people have archives sealed in the government and in various places. Different agencies have different levels of information that can be accessed. All of a person Everything is recorded in those files. If he made a mistake when he was young, you can even open the file 50 years later and see his past mistakes. To be honest, the first time I saw those files At that time, I just felt panic. No one in Vana and Arthur has the chance to erase the past and start over." The stall owner placed the painted mask on the stall, and then pulled the mask off his face again.

"So, you want to give them a place where they can leave behind their past sins and start over?" Wihipel asked.

"The so-called sins are nothing more than the mistakes that a person has made." The stall owner looked up at Wisipel, his voice was as steady as a mountain.

In the past, those mistakes were only passed on by word of mouth, and those sins will fade away with time, and a person can start a new life by changing a place to live.But now, no matter where he goes, those recorded pasts will follow him.He will live forever and cannot be born again.

"He can be reborn, but he has to pay for his sins." Wihipel's eyes are like a frozen lake in winter, "And there are always some sins that cannot be redeemed, some have to be redeemed with a lifetime, and some can only be redeemed with death For the end. Is it the same as before? There are no recorded sins, and when the last person who remembers them dies, all will disappear."

"Sins should be able to dissipate, otherwise, where would the accumulated sins exist?" The stall owner lowered his head and dipped his head in paint, "People who come here have to abandon everything, put on a mask and die." Alive. If he has done this and is determined to abandon everything and bury the past, then why not? And what I can do is to give him the painted mask.”

"I want these two, how much?" Huangxuan Jin said suddenly, as if he hadn't listened to what the stall owner and Vehipel were talking about from the beginning to the end.

"Aren't you going to exchange stories?" asked the stall owner.

Huang Xuanjin shook his head, "I'm not interested in telling stories to strangers."

"Of course, I don't like listening to strangers tell stories." He added another sentence, then put on the mask of a clown, bared his teeth and lowered his head to ask Little Jasmine, "How is it? It's not bad."

Little Jasmine nodded while holding the mask in her hand.

That young man was greedy for money and eager for profit. Sometimes he felt sorry for a copper coin, but sometimes he was willing to spend thousands of dollars in exchange for one he was happy with.

"Aren't you really going to tell me? I'm quite interested in your story." The stall owner said.

"Really?" The boy asked with a frown.

"I always think you should be an interesting person." The stall owner said.

"My name is Huangxuanjin." The boy suddenly turned around and said to the stall owner, "How is it? Do you have enough money for these two masks?"

The stall owner seemed a little stunned, then nodded, "Enough."

There were jugglers passing by around, Little Jasmine was a little curious looking at the fire-breathing juggler, she couldn't help but ran towards that side quietly, Huang Xuanjin turned around and grabbed the girl.

He frowned at the jugglers, then lowered his head and said, "Dangerous."

"It's very interesting, I want to go and see it." Little Jasmine looked back at Huangxuan Jin.

"Isn't it just juggling? Go back and let the person next to you play for you." Huang Xuanjin said.

Vehipel on one side: "..."

"What is that?" Little Jasmine suddenly looked at the tree of gods with dozens of red silk tied in the middle of the black market Ninth Street and asked.

"A withered tree." Huang Xuanjin said.

"Then why tie red silk on it?"

"It's a reward, a reward with a wooden tree. You can write anything you want on it, and if no one picks it up after a month, it will be taken down."

"As long as it doesn't involve life and death, anything is fine."

The girl stared blankly at the sacred tree.

"What? Do you want to offer a reward?" Huang Xuanjin frowned and looked down at the girl and asked.

"En." Little Jasmine nodded.

"What do you want to reward?"

"Fireworks." The girl said suddenly, "I want to offer a reward for a grand firework!"

The girl's eyes are bright, like a child making a birthday wish.

"Fireworks? It doesn't seem to be easy." Huang Xuanjin smiled, but he still walked to the reward place next to him and asked for a wooden sign from the person who announced the reward on the black market Ninth Street. The man passed the wooden sign as usual It is said that the reward of hanging a tree does not involve life and death, and rewards can be enjoyed outside of life and death.

Huangxuan Jin wrote the reward on the wooden sign and tied the wooden sign with red silk to the withered tree. When he was tying the red silk, he suddenly remembered that there was a night when the black widow was biting by the window. Bong, watching the fireworks in the black market Ninth Street with blurred eyes.

She said: Hanging a wooden reward does not involve life and death, but which thing in this world has nothing to do with life and death?

The young man let go of his fingertips, and the red silk satin fell from the withered branch of the divine family.

"Hey, little Jin, you are here." Suddenly someone hugged Huang Xuan Jin's shoulder from behind, and Huang Xuan Jin turned around, it was the witch of Paradise Lost.

"What's wrong?" Huang Xuanjin asked.

The woman was wearing an exaggerated costume, with weird makeup on her face, like a witch who was about to be put on the stake in the next moment.

"Are you going to have something to do soon?" She looked Huang Xuanjin up and down.

Huang Xuanjin felt bad subconsciously, but he really had nothing to do for a while, so he shook his head, "Probably not, but..."

"That's right! Come here." Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled over.

The outdoor stage outside Paradise Lost.

Prostitutes in costumes | Actresses are all kinds of witches or goddesses in legends and myths, no matter how real or similar the appearance is, anyway, the one with snake hair is Medusa, and the body is transformed into laurel It is Daphne.

"Are you..." Huang Xuanjin frowned and asked.

"Soliciting business, after all, it's not easy to do business in the black market Ninth Street." The witch casually searched for cigarettes on Huangxuan Jin's body.

Huang Xuanjin silently pulled away the witch's hand, "Are you sure you are not joking?"

"How come! We are very serious!"

Huang Xuanjin looked at the stage, the girl with slightly freckles was playing the role of the witch princess Medea who was betrayed by Jason.

"Are you sure she...is suitable for Medea." Huang Xuanjin asked with a frown.

"She wants to play it herself. She said that she can definitely play the witch princess who is ruthless and vengeful against a scumbag." The witch looked up at the girl who was reading a monologue on the stage. Kill her and Jason's two sons.

"Medea... didn't kill Jason." Huang Xuanjin said with a frown.

"Really?" The witch looked back at Huangxuan Jin, "Maybe, but it's better to kill, isn't it?"

Huang Xuanjin: Is this what you are serious about?

The girl on the stage was holding a knife, as if she wanted to kill the two children who didn't know where she found it. However, the girl hesitated for a long time, but suddenly hugged the two children, "Mom wants to take you away, let's go!"

"Perhaps playing Medea is indeed a bit more difficult for her." The witch frowned, "She probably played a bit more of a fairy who raised the son of God."

"Why did you call me here?" Huang Xuanjin asked.

"Oh, there is still a shortage of actors in the play in a while, you can fill it up." The witch said.

"Which play?"

"The dispute between the three goddesses of beauty and benefits, you know."

Huang Xuanjin nodded, "I know, isn't it just three goddesses fighting for an apple? What's so interesting about that?"

He opened the curtain of the scene room somewhat incomprehensibly, and when he saw the scene inside, he suddenly understood what was so good about this play.

For thousands of years, the struggle between the three goddesses of Meihui has been a scene that countless painters have been obsessed with depicting.After all, only Aphrodite has been able to be naked|naked in paintings in the name of desire and beauty, while Athena and Hera are always dressed in robes. They are solemn and sacred goddesses.They cannot be desecrated.

But only this battle led to the fall of a country, ten years of fighting, and the death of countless heroes. They all turned into women competing for beauty, so the holy robes fell, and the solemn goddesses turned into desires.

Carter, dressed in a lavender-colored Greek robe, looked back at the intruding boy in front of the broken mirror in the view room. The figures of the woman and the boy looking back in the mirror were broken into thousands.

Carter's admirable figure is outlined by tulle, like a tall goddess, but also like a seducer shepherd handing him an apple.

The gorgeous red hair slipped from her shoulders and neck as she looked back.

Her collarbones and shoulders are beautiful.

"Are you? Aphrodite?" Huang Xuanjin asked tentatively.

"I'm Athena." Carter said with a smile.

"You guys are really messing around."

"You mean, I don't have the brains of Athena?" Carter asked.

"No, it's just that it's hard for people to notice your brain before your body."

"I am Aphrodite!"

Huang Xuanjin turned his head and saw Mrs. Violet who was painting her face with clumsy make-up.

"Are you sure you want to put so much paint on your face?" Huang Xuanjin asked with a frown.

"The god of love and beauty, of course you have to dress up to go out." Mrs. Violet pursed her flaming red lips.

"According to your logic, the clowns of the Jiedongkou Acrobatic Troupe should be world-renowned beauties. After all, your logic is that the more paint on the face, the better."

"Is not it?"

"Makeup is useless, you have to wear a mask when you go on stage." The black widow put the masks one by one on Mrs. Violet's dressing table.

"I don't think they are wearing them." Mrs. Violet frowned.

"According to the requirements of classical drama, it must be worn. I plan to be more rigorous, after all, I will play Hera in this play." Black Widow said.

Huangxuanjin looked at the black widow and thought, are you sure you didn't see Mrs. Violet put on makeup like this and temporarily added it...

"You play the shepherd, Paris. Know the plot." The black widow said directly to Huang Xuanjin.

Huang Xuanjin nodded quickly, "Of course!"

His gaze followed the neck of the black widow. The black widow was wearing a black Greek robe today, her smoke-colored lips were just the right color, and the smoke from the tortoise bong was lingering around her fingertips.

He felt that the Black Widow was not at all like a jealous woman who could chase and kill his mistress all over the world because of Zeus' derailment, but would not divorce anyway. She was simply a woman who would cut off a man's head with a knife.

She should be allowed to play Medea at all, and kill her and the son of the scumbag cleanly.But being cruel and merciless fits the bill, but it seems impossible for a woman to give up everything for any man.

According to her own words, of course she will miss someone, and the dead are the most missed.

"Your Highness is here?" The Black Widow saw Wisipel waiting outside the scene room, "Just in time, we still need someone to play the gods."

"Do you mean that His Highness wants to play the gods alone?" Huang Xuanjin said helplessly.

"No way, after all, we are really short of people, so it's fine to just make fun of it." The black widow said indifferently.

"You change your clothes first, we have three games left." Black Widow directly threw the costumes to Huangxuanjin and Vichypel, "You go out and change."

"Hey! We haven't agreed yet, okay!" Huangxuanjin roared.

He looked back at Vichypel holding the costume, "I don't want to play the shepherd Paris! Brother, you don't want to play the gods of Olympus at all, do you?"

Wischpel frowned, "Actually, I want to play Helen more."

Huang Xuanjin: "..."