Halfway through the words, Lao Fei crawled out from under the bed, unceremoniously occupied half of the bed, lay down on his side, and directed his two younger brothers to scratch his belly with his eyes.
Bai Xi stretched out his hand to scratch it, and it rolled around excitedly. He glanced at Ye Qingxuan as if to show off, indicating that his technique was much better than yours. Can you, my little brother, still want it
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to cover his face and sigh.
Bai Xi hugged Lao Fei and scratched his ears seriously. The yellow dog was twisting excitedly on the little girl's lap. It was so mean and ugly that Ye Qingxuan couldn't stand it anymore.
"Why is it called Lao Fei?" Bai Xi pinched Lao Fei's ears and asked curiously.
"Well..." Ye Qingxuan muttered: "This is a bit complicated to explain."
"You're still lying, I've told you so many things about the East!"
"Alright alright."
Ye Qingxuan patted his forehead with his bandaged hand and felt helpless: "You know, Lao Fei always thinks that he is the strongest in the world, so he looks very powerful. When I first met him , it looks like this, it doesn’t do any work, and ignores no one. All the beggars call it trash... "
"Huh?" Bai Xi was stunned.
"That's the problem. Later, I don't know what went wrong. It thought that 'trash' must mean 'king of dogs', so I called it another name and it ignored me. But this trash The name is really not very nice, right? I had to call him a nickname."
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Fortunately, he now thinks that the name 'Lao Fei' is much more powerful than 'trash'. Otherwise, if you call the name 'trash' for dinner, it will rush over ten blocks away."
"puff!"
Bai Xi didn't hold back for a moment and couldn't help laughing. Soon her face turned serious again, as if she had never smiled before.
"Still a child." Ye Qingxuan murmured softly.
"Huh?" Bai Xi raised his head.
"It's nothing." Ye Qingxuan smiled and shook his head: "Tell me about other things."
During the long night, Ye Qingxuan lay on his hard bed with bandages all over his body, quietly listening to Bai Xi's nonsense about some Eastern stories. This little girl really doesn't look like a little girl at all. Her tone is not gentle at all and is full of thorns. When he gets excited, he also swears, like a little rascal who is more ruthless than Little Thumb, and even more ruthless than Vito.
But inexplicably, he felt that this was not bad.
As long as there is someone to talk to, it doesn't matter if you are in unbearable pain, or if your body becomes riddled with holes, it doesn't matter.
At least you don't have to think about the past or the future.
Even in my heart, there is always a lonely voice lingering.
—Ye Qingxuan, you really can’t be a musician anymore.
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The inexplicable heavy bleeding caused Ye Qingxuan to rest in bed for a whole day. In his groggy state, he felt that he had slept for a long time. There seemed to be nothing in the long and broken dream, just fragments of the past. and indescribably bizarre.
There always seemed to be someone whispering softly amidst the fragmentation, giving him a splitting headache.
When he got up from bed on the third day, it was already noon, and Seton did not urge him to come down to work. But when he limped downstairs, holding on to the wall, he saw Seton, with a twitching face, sitting behind the counter smoking.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he was obviously on the verge of explosion. The muscles all over the body of this monster-like man were beating angrily, and at his feet, an entire Common Language dictionary was torn to pieces by him.
"Uh, what happened?"
Ye Qingxuan was confused.
Seton pointed expressionlessly at the counter, where a message and a small box delivered by the courier were lying.
The crumpled message seemed to be different from different pieces of paper, as if it were written directly on some kind of tough leather. The leather was fine and difficult to tear, but it was cracked by someone.
"It's for you, you can see for yourself." Seton grabbed a handful of money from the drawer, slammed the door and went out to drink.
Ye Qingxuan picked up the text message in confusion and was stunned.
That is a letter to myself...
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To my dearest employee Ye:
I was shocked to hear that you were seriously ill. I was really uneasy when I was away from home. Although we have never met, I feel deeply concerned and concerned about this matter. This is probably what the Orientals call "fate", right
A bottle of potion comes with it. Please take it and recover in peace, and put aside the things in the store for the time being. I will reimburse you for the medical expenses after returning to Avalon.
PS, Seton is a waste who can do nothing but eat. He doesn’t know the rules very well. If he makes a fool of himself, please reprimand and punish him on my behalf, just like I would reprimand a cat who can’t get into a ring of fire. .
PS2, please say hello to another new employee, Ms. Bai Xi, on my behalf. If it is convenient, please reply me with her measurements. I will bring her a long skirt as a meeting gift.
Your friend: Hermes.
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At the end of the text message, there was a coat of arms printed to indicate the noble status of the sender, but that coat of arms was particularly strange. It didn't look like any of the signs Ye Qingxuan had seen from the genealogy in the church, but two snakes wrapped around a strange cane.
The content of this letter was warm and caring. In addition to teasing Seton to the point of explosion, you could almost see a gentle, kind, polite, and generous noble gentleman thinking about him with concern.
And he also has the same name as the great artist a hundred years ago...
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but shudder at this strange concern from his boss. He looked at Bai Xi, "Is this from the boss?"
Bai Xi's expression also turned evil, "That's right."
"He wants your measurements..."
"—Let him die."
Bai Xi's answer was crisp and clear, making Ye Qingxuan give up the idea of replying.
Then, he picked up the small box on the cabinet, pushed it away and was stunned for a moment: "What is this?"
In the wooden box, there is a slender test tube with a thick cotton pad to prevent shock. The rose-red color is rippling in it, reflecting the beautiful light.
Bai Xi was stunned for a moment after seeing the test tube, and looked at Ye Qingxuan with a subtle expression: "Hey, are you attracted by your boss?"
"Huh? What do you like?"
"It's that kind of 'fancy'." Bai Xi raised his eyebrows and his expression became subtle: "I heard that many old nobles like fresh little boys."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I haven't even met the boss here. Also, if you don't want to call me by my name, you can just call me eldest cousin. Don't bother me. I always listen. I feel like you’re asking for a debt.”
"Want to take advantage of me? No way."
Bai Xi rolled her eyes at him: "That's a healing potion produced by the cult. It's a good product that has miraculous effects on trauma. The price of such a potion is almost as much as a brick of lapis lazuli."
The last sentence made Ye Qingxuan's hands tremble and he looked at the test tube in his hand in shock: "So expensive?"
You must know that in addition to the currencies issued by each country, the common currency used when trading with each other is the green gold that the sect is responsible for casting. At present, while the currency value of Anglo continues to decline, the price of lapis lazuli continues to rise. A rough calculation showed that one of these would cost more than 60,000 pounds, which made Ye Qingxuan deeply saddened.
How much does this cost? Can't you just give it to me directly
"If I were you, I would drink it as soon as possible. This thing will lose its effectiveness within ten minutes after seeing sunlight." Bai Xi's words woke up Ye Qingxuan, causing him to quickly pull out the stopper and pour the liquid into his mouth.
After drinking it, he clicked his lips and felt that he couldn't taste it. Soon he felt an extremely cold feeling suddenly spread from his body.
In an instant, it was like a frost shell exploding from his body. He was dizzy and lost consciousness, almost falling to the ground, but soon his consciousness came back. The intense pain in his body also quickly weakened, reaching a level that was almost negligible.
"So effective?"
He muttered to himself, feeling dizzy and the world seemed to be shaking.
"It has side effects. I'm afraid you won't have the strength to move all afternoon. There is a trace amount of mandala in it."
Bai Xi looked like his conspiracy had succeeded, and he came over with a pure and sweet smile: "Cousin, cousin, shall we play cards?"
"play cards?"
Ye Qingxuan suppressed his dizziness: "What are you planning? Every time you call me cousin, nothing good happens!"
"Where are you? Xiao Qing Yiqing. Don't I care about you?"
Bai Xi took out a deck of cards from nowhere and shuffled them with a familiar face: "If you don't have any money, you can put up IOUs. How about we play a straight flush to warm up?"
“…”
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh: "You are so skilled at shuffling cards, is this how you cheat money, right?"
"It goes without saying that I am good at eating. At most, I can't do it without being a cheat, right?"
Bai Xi smiled harmlessly, especially sweetly:
"Come on, cousin, let's have some fun!"
"Can I not play?"
"If you don't play, you lose."
“…”
Ye Qingxuan sighed and touched the cards, but when he was shuffling the cards, he saw a strange pattern on the card: "What is this?"
Different from the kings and queens on other playing cards, the cards 1-10 in this deck also have their own patterns. They look like some kind of strange story characters, but the painting style is extremely eerie and chilling.
"This deck of cards is the Legend of Avalon commemorative edition. The cards on it are the most famous legends of Avalon recently. They are said to be very popular."
"Legend?" Ye Qingxuan looked at the cards and was confused: "When did such a thing exist?"
He randomly drew one and asked, "What is this?"
The card depicts an old man wearing a feather crown, holding a broken heart, and his eyes are cold.
"It is said that he is the real controller of all the underworld in Avalon. He hides behind the scenes and controls the underground world. It sounds very powerful. But many people say that there is no such person. Some people say that they have seen him, but I can’t tell what he looks like. Everyone who has seen him calls him ‘shaman’, and no one dares to disobey the orders given by the shaman.”
"Shaman?"
Ye Qingxuan felt that this name was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.