Gabriele Propst - The Adventures of Red Parrots

Wang Feng couldn't help but said: "So you would rather give her life savings to her?" The

old shopkeeper said: "I don't regret it at all." His face is also shining: "If God still allows me to After living for another ten years,

let me save so much money, I will definitely go to her again."

Wang Fengdao: "Where is she there?" The

old treasurer said: "You may feel ridiculous when you hear it, there. It’s just a brothel.”

Wang Feng didn’t smile.

He understands the mood of this strange old man.

A person has worked hard for many years, but what he got is nothing more than a greased counter, a table with greasy dirt, so

why can't he go ridiculous when he is old?

What a person does, as long as he does not harm others, as long as he thinks it is worth it, is correct.

This feeling is not only understood, but also respected.

Therefore, the old man’s righteousness went on to say: “Although she is only a prostitute and a blind man, I am always willing to kneel

on the ground and lick her feet.”

Wang Feng has begun to move curiosity and can’t help but ask Road: "What is the name of the brothel?" The

old treasurer said: "Call parrot."

Wang Feng's heartbeat: "What is her name?" The

old treasurer said: "She is a blood slave."

- Blood slave is blood The slave of the parrot, the blood slave appeared, and the blood parrot will appear soon.

The blood slave is in the parrot building, where is the parrot building?

"Where parrot in the House?"

"Just in front of the piece of the alley."

"Which door?"

"Red Door," people were asking for pointing it in detail:. "Only the alley door Red Door"

red The door is red as blood.

Yingmen is a little girl, wearing a red dress girl, a pair of scorpions but black as a paint.

She is looking up and down the king.

Wang Feng’s costumes are obviously not the same as those who often come to them.

Wang Feng also carries a coffin.

The people who come here are only with gold and silver jewels and no coffins.

Even if the little girl is not too snobbish, she is at least a little surprised: "Are you typing the wrong door?"

Wang Fengdao: "No." The

little girl said: "Do you know where it is?"

Wang Fengdao: "It is a parrot building."

The little girl said: "Who are you looking for?"

Wang Fengdao: "Blood slave." The

little girl looked up and down again and again: "Do you recognize her?"

Wang

Fengdao : "I don't recognize it." The little girl raised her face, "I do n't recognize it." The guest, she never saw."

Wang Fengdao: "You just tell her who to find, she will see." The

little girl said: "Who are you?"

Wang Fengdao: "I am also a parrot, blood parrot." The

door is closed again .

This is a brothel, but the portal is tighter than the door.

Wang Feng did not kick the door and kicked in. Sometimes he was very able to hold his breath.

He knows that now is the time to be calm.

He didn't wait too long, the door opened again, this time it was not a little girl, it was an old woman.

The old woman is also wearing a red dress, and she is looking up and down, and she is obviously not

satisfied with this young man .

She must have wondered why the blood slave girl who has always been on the top of her head wants to see him?

Wang Feng said: "Now I can not go in?"

The old woman laugh, is tightlipped: "This is a brothel, as long as the living, can come in." She scowled, then

and said: "But we are dead No hospitality."

Wang Feng laughed.

When he started laughing, he kicked the door open and walked in with a pair of coffins.

Sometimes he is very unsettled.

He knew that he no longer had to hold his breath, because the person he wanted to see had promised to see him.

He knew that the words "blood parrot" had already worked.

The old woman in red clothes watched him come in, not even a fart.

No matter who can hold a coffin with one hand and walk in, she only looks at it.

No matter who has been in the brothel for forty years, they must know each other.

Wang Fengdao: "Do you know who I am and who I am?" The

old woman didn't want to nod, but she didn't dare to nod.

Wang Fengdao: "Well, you lead the way."

Noon.

In the brothel, at noon or in the morning, most people just got up.

No matter how good a woman looks, when she gets out of bed, it won’t look too good.

No matter what kind of woman, if you know that you don't look good, you don't usually see it.

It is one thing to let others not see it. It is another matter to see others.

After all, people who come to the brothel with coffins are not always able to see them.

Wang Feng knows that there are many eyes that are secretly watching him.

He doesn't care.

Passing through the cloister, walking through the flower path, came to a small building with seventeen eight bird cages hanging under the building.

There are only bird cages and no birds.

What kind of birds were originally raised in the bird cage?

Is it a parrot?

The bird cage is empty, what about the parrot?

Are you all dead? Is it also the night of the first day of July?

Wang Fengdao: "Do you want me to go up or ask me to go up?" The

old woman said: "Please!"

The door on Xiaoyan was hidden.

Wang Feng held the coffin with one hand and pushed the door open with one hand. He walked into a strange knife.

He has been to many places.

He has seen all kinds of strange and strange places in the world. He knows that some places in the world are beautiful like heavens

, and some places are terrible like hell.

This place is beautiful, everything inside is beautiful, but it looks like a hell.

Beautiful hell.

The first thing he saw was a picture, a picture drawn on the opposite wall.

On the wall of five feet wide, the monster is painted.

There are all kinds of demons, some half-human and half-dogs; some are non-human non-dogs; some are people, but not people: some shapes

are big, but they have a heart.

Five feet wide wall, painting may not have 100,000 demons, but there is a parrot.

Blood parrot.

The demon have a scimitar in their hands, and the blood is dripping on the blade, and it is dripped into this blood parrot.

The blood parrot just started flying and flew to a young man wearing purple and white jade.

A very handsome, very gentle young man.

The demons are worshipping him, just as the most loyal courtiers worship the emperor.

Is "he" the devil in the devil?

Is this young man who looks most like a person, ° is the devil?

The blood parrot also has its courtiers.

Thirteen beautiful birds, around it, fly around it, with peacocks, bat wings, swallows

, and bees.

- This is blood ¥ ?

Wang Feng looked at it.

There are also hard-bottomed boots in the house, with a thorn whips, a three-foot-wide bed, and hooks on the top of the bed.

These Wang Feng actually did not pay attention at all, and his hopes have been focused on this painting.

——Where is the place on the picture, is it Chino Jiajiapu, is that day painted?

- That is the world of the demons, without the blue sky above the head, nor the earth under the feet, only the wind and the fog, the cold and the

flame.

- That day is the 100,000-year-old birthday of the demon king. The demons of the nine days and ten places have arrived. They all pierced the middle finger and dripped a drop of

magic blood into a blood parrot.

Wang Feng looked so ecstatic, even when someone came in the house, he did not notice.

Fortunately, he finally heard her voice.

A beautiful and charming voice, with a silver bell like a smile.