But even though it was the third time they met, Cheng Yiran still couldn't see more from each other... more information he wanted to know.
Even if it's just a small movement, or a habit that can reveal the character, there is nothing.
He really tried to spy on the mysterious businessman before he came in for the third time by observing. But when the boss was sitting in front of him, Cheng Yiran had no choice but to overthrow his naive idea.
He was not like Zhong Luochen, a son of a wealthy and noble family, whose observation skills were almost unrecognizable... If he could know people, he wouldn't let Li Zifeng play around with the applause.
This made Cheng Yiran swallow almost all the words he wanted to say back into his stomach... And after the other party's opening remarks like "what's the matter", he even had to express his thoughts urgently.
As if skipping the step of thinking, Cheng Yiran was surprised at his 'honesty' while talking, "Why... Hong Guan can also use this guitar?"
Cheng Yiran felt that what he wanted to ask was: why, he could no longer play this guitar.
But why... is this a problem
Luo Qiu thought for a while and said: "Well... I thought Mr. Cheng would be more interested in my own problems. The complexity of people's hearts once again made me sigh. Then, let me ask the other way, why Mr. Cheng thinks that Hong Guan can't use this Where's the guitar?"
"This is something I bought!" Cheng Yiran said subconsciously.
Luo Qiu said calmly: "If a customer buys something in the store... such as a mobile phone? Or other tools, after returning, will others not be able to use it?"
"It's different!" Cheng Yiran retorted instantly.
"Is there any difference?" Luo Qiu still asked back.
Cheng Yiran squeezed his fists and said: "This is something I bought with my...my soul! Even as you said, others can use it because the product itself has better capabilities, but now I, the original owner, are instead It doesn't work! Does that make sense?"
"About this question, I think I told you very clearly in the last meeting, Mr. Cheng." Luo Qiu shook his head and said, "This time, I don't intend to answer this question again. All I can say is, Guitar The ability itself has not disappeared, you can awaken this ability again."
Cheng Yiran frowned...waking up again
If you can still wake up... then it's not the worst.
So he quickly asked, "How can I wake it up?"
Luo Qiu said indifferently: "Well, this is beyond the scope of suggestions. If Mr. Cheng wants to know, I'm afraid he can only do it through a transaction... Of course, apart from your soul, Mr. Cheng can use it as a transaction. I'm afraid there won't be many... Do you want to buy it?"
At this moment, the mystery here seems to be magnified countless in Cheng Yiran's heart, so that his heart is beating so fast at this moment, and he can't help but sweat all over his back.
He didn't lose his mind, and he knew that he couldn't impulsively face the shop and shop owner with mysterious power. He knew that he was small, and that violence would not only not solve the problem for him, but would lead the problem to a worse direction.
Still a little too stupid.
Still a little too young.
If I could have thought it over clearly the first time, if I could have thought about it carefully... If I could have proposed that it was more in line with my needs, instead of going crazy after hearing the guitar's ability, I wouldn't have fallen into the situation I am now. Dilemma.
"I... I'll think about it again."
Cheng Yiran finally backed away under the calmness of the boss... because he didn't know whether the road ahead shrouded in such tranquility, if he took a step forward, he would fall...fall into the eternal abyss.
Luo Qiu waved his hand at this time, and Cheng Yiran disappeared from the club.
The maid who had just made the tea and came with the tea asked curiously, "Oh, have the guests already left? So fast."
"It's faster this time." Luo Qiu took off his mask and said with a slight smile, "But since you've made the tea, don't waste it."
Boss Luo picked up a slice of lemon from the small plate and put it in his mouth. It might be too sour. Luo Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly.
He then asked You Ye to sit down, "Tell me, what will Zhuifeng choose? Forgive? Or..."
The boss waved his hand in front of him, and some images began to appear in front of the maid.
You Ye straightened his body, facing the picture on the light curtain. In the past, she felt that it was meaningless to pay attention to the guests like this... Time was also meaningless to her.
Then she accompanied the new boss, and everything seemed different.
It's afternoon.
In the past, as long as the guests left, even in the afternoon, the place was as dark as ever. The old shopkeeper would go back to the room, and she would close her eyes and sit here.
The lights only come on when guests come in.
But now, the lights are on, and she won't be alone.
In the afternoon like now, I really wish I could go on, on and on... and on.
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They called this place Yunqin Building, which was built a long time ago. At that time, there were still a lot of low houses in front of the building, with a good view.
But it is no longer possible, and buildings taller than it have appeared.
Get rid of those who are in front of you, and demolish those buildings that are taller than you.
Zhuifeng suddenly came up with such an idea... He stood on the fence of the roof of Yunqin Building, where he could step on the empty space with one step.
He opened his hands, letting the strong wind passing between the buildings support his arms... He has always liked this look, because it has a feeling of flying.
But it's a silly way of feeling, and it often makes him ashamed to tell others.
But there are also non-others... But it has also become a thing of the past.
At this time, the simple iron door on the top of the building was opened, and the rusty bearings made a creaking sound, and Zhuifeng silently counted the number of footsteps.
He knew that it wasn't his "friends" who came up... Maybe it was the guy who regarded him as an enemy.
He turned around, and he was naturally taller standing on the fence, so he looked down... the people below were all old acquaintances.
"Master Long, I think you can't help but come to me too." Zhuifeng said, his gaze shifted... There was a baby ghost beside Long Xiruo, and there were also two men who looked like men in black suits. monster.
The shopkeeper said that the rattle can only be used on those who are weaker than him... Zhuifeng has already verified it.
Ringing the bell has no effect on ghost infants at all, so there is no need to think about Long Xiruo, a real dragon of China... But he can still face these big figures of the monster clan calmly, so he naturally has something to rely on.
There is an unexpected feeling of excitement, to be able to look down on the real dragon of China with confidence like this.
They all said that they were demonized, bewitched...but there was nothing wrong with it.
Zhuifeng's eyes flashed red, and he said with a sneer, "When dealing with a little monster like me, when did the seniors of the monster clan become so cautious? Could it be that they are afraid of me?"
Long Xiruo stared closely at Zhuifeng's lips, then suddenly waved her hand and said, "Ghost baby, step back first."
Faced with the orders from Long Xiruo, Guiying naturally dare not disobey... Just kidding, although he was ordered by Gui Qianyi to do the guarding, but the guarding object is indeed the real dragon of Shenzhou, if there is any danger, I don't know who is guarding whom.
Guiying didn't think that this would be any danger to Long Xiruo, so he led his men back without saying a word, and closed the iron door.
"What do you want to do?" Zhuifeng frowned and asked.
But Long Xiruo took a deep breath, and under Zhuifeng's incredulous eyes, bowed deeply towards Zhuifeng.
"What are you going to do?" Zhuifeng frowned even deeper.
"What am I doing?" Long Xiruo raised her head and said softly: "I'm just apologizing for my distrust of you before. If I didn't have a trace of doubt, I wouldn't let you get into what you are today. field."
This is the totem of Shenzhou, who in Shenzhou can stand the worship of this real dragon
A feeling of panic made Zhuifeng's expression become more dignified.
This is not a question of power level, but an oppression from the spiritual level... This worship is impacting a concept deeply rooted in the monster race.
Her words divide the two races of monsters, and her words are the golden rule among the monsters, but at this moment she is apologizing
Zhuifeng moved his lips slightly, and he found that Long Xiruo's attitude was completely beyond his expectation.
"Don't come with me!!"
The demon heart in Zhuifeng's heart suddenly increased... Roar!