At 10:00 p.m., a train from Kyoto arrives at the railway station. Passengers get off one after another, or they rush to the exit in groups or in a single way.

With the flow of people, a beautiful urban beauty, pulling a small suitcase, stepped out of the exit, this person is Muling butterfly. She wears a round sunshade cap, a fashionable dress, high heels, a graceful figure, walks with swaying waists and legs, touching, dark fragrance floating, bright and shiny, attracting countless turnovers.

"Miss, do you take a taxi?" A man wearing a duck-tongue cap and a strong local accent stopped Mulingbutterfly's way.

"No fight!" Mulingdi did not look...