Balala the Magic Fairy

Chapter 339 Fisherman's Cage (69)

Yan Lili and others traveled through the endless void and finally arrived at the Deyizhi Empire in Ouzhou. This country is famous for its balanced population distribution, with men and women accounting for half of the population. Like the countries they passed by before, men here are still ruled by women. The center of power in this country is not a magnificent palace or a parliament, but a brothel called Berlin Pavilion, and the current prime minister is Li Xiaolu, the madam of Berlin Pavilion. Berlin Pavilion is not only a brothel, but also a temple of thought for this country. The people of Deyizhi admire philosophy. They believe that the world is a huge brothel, and what they have to do is to become the top philosophers in the brothel. Here, people’s favorite daily activity is to do their hair, and their hairdressing skills are unique.

Yan Lili and three other friends were walking on the streets of Berlin. The buildings on both sides were filled with Gothic spires and intricate carvings. There seemed to be profound thoughts hidden behind every window. Once you opened it, the old man named Shang Di would jump out from behind the window and make faces at you.

On the streets, men and women were walking in a hurry with stern expressions, but without exception, everyone's hairstyle was exquisite to the extreme.

"Sister Lili, people here seem to have an unusual obsession with their hair." Xiaoyue whispered. Her eyes wandered over the hairstyles of passers-by, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Yan Lili nodded, her eyes deep: "This is not only a kind of persistence, but also a kind of culture and philosophy. In the eyes of the Deyizhi people, hair is the medium for communicating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it is a symbol of wisdom and status. Look at those people, the higher the bun is, the more noble their status is!"

Zhu Bajie scratched his head. He had been bald for a long time, and now only had three hairs sticking up. "I, the old pig, think that no matter how fancy the hair is, it is just a few hairs on the head."

Lou Yixiao remained silent. His hairstyle was the most fashionable among the four of them, with long, slightly curly hair, like a well-behaved little lamb.

Soon, the four of them arrived in front of Berlin Pavilion, a huge building that looked like a palace. The golden decorations sparkled in the sunlight. Standing at the door were several tall, slim-waisted men. Their hairstyles were like works of art, complex and exquisite, and they had professional smiles on their faces.

"Welcome to Berlin Pavilion. May I ask if you are looking for husbands or strong men?" one of the men asked.

Yan Lili nodded slightly: "We want to meet your Prime Minister, Li Xiaolu."

The man heard this and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Feeling the fluctuations of the immortal energy from Yan Lili and the others, he quickly regained his composure: "Please wait for a moment, seniors. I will report it right away."

After a while, the man returned and said with a smile: "The Prime Minister wants to see you. Please follow me."

Yan Lili and others followed the man into Berlin Pavilion, walked through a series of richly decorated corridors, and finally came to a huge hall.

There was a round stage in the center of the hall, with chairs placed around it. Li Xiaolu sat in the very center. Her hair was curled golden yellow, and her hairstyle was like a crown, emitting a dazzling light.

"Dear guests from afar, welcome. I am Li Xiaolu, the prime minister's mother here." Her eyes swept over Yan Lili and others one by one.

Yan Lili stepped forward and saluted: "Dear Prime Minister, we deeply admire the wisdom of Deyizhi people and come here to ask for your advice."

Li Xiaolu smiled slightly: "Of course, communication is a good way to exchange wisdom. I am willing to debate with you. However, before that, are you willing to enjoy our country's hairdressing technology first?"

Yan Lili raised her eyebrows slightly: "Of course we are willing."

Li Xiaolu nodded and clapped her hands, and several hairdressers came in immediately.

Yan Lili sat on the chair and closed her eyes. Xiaoyue, Zhu Bajie and Lou Yixiao also sat on their chairs, enjoying this free service.