Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

“I remember the boss just telling me that there were lots of seats on the second floor. ”

“That was just now, now my master has wrapped this place, you give it to me...”

The cloud dance glanced at the irrational boy in front of him, feeling really impatient, his hands brushed gently, the boy was suddenly lit like a hole, stiff there.

At the foot of the cloud dance, he bypassed him and was going to sit down somewhere.

Strange enough, she was going back to the inn, but she felt the smell of those two assassins near the inn.

Did they find her?

For the sake of safety, the cloud dance did not return to the inn. We were going to find a pub for dinner and wait until dark to get out of town.

But I walked around a couple of taverns, said the guests were full, went around, and came to this house.

However, if you encounter a cactus dance before, now you encounter such an irrational boy, it is really noisy enough, the cloud dance also sealed his cave with a silver needle to keep him quiet for a moment.

“Thank you for your kind attention, my little waiter doesn't understand anything, and he is invited to eat alone. It's always tasteless. I wonder if he can come and put together a table? ”

All of a sudden, a gentle, cool voice swept past and even made me feel comfortable.

Cloud dance can't help but smell the reputation of the past.

Attacking white clothes without any dust, wearing white gauze on the head, a clean and unruly temperament, as if to give a sense of unknown calm and comfort.

Even if you can't see the face under the veil, the cloud dance also has an intuition, and under the veil should be a beautiful and worldly look.

Ben, the cloud dance doesn't want to be ignored.

But when I heard that voice, I was somewhat curious about the man.

So, too, get up and sit across from the man.

“Thank you, Prince Ken, for accompanying me to dinner. Today's affair, I wrote down Nangong Yi. ”

The voice had just fallen, and he was seen whisking his hand gently. That was settled in Qing, and he was suddenly removed from the cave.

The cloud dancer couldn't help but pick his eyebrows, and his eyes flashed sharply.

Late eighth?

Listening to the voice, this man should still be young, but he is capable of late eighth grade.

This is not easy.

“Son!” Qing walked over and looked like she was crying without tears.

Now, just in time, he didn't think that sitting in front of his master was this scumbag, a man, or a sick, lewd man, who had just played the good housewife on the street.

What are we going to do?

How can you tell him that?

“Go and serve the cabinet, and you can drop by the carriage and take out my bottle of flower wine.” Nangong Yi's orders are not insignificant.

Qing really wanted to say something, and even had the urge to drive away the cloud dance.

But he didn't dare to be rude in front of his son.

He stared at the clouds and turned around and went downstairs.

“I don't think the son is a person who likes to be at the same table. I don't know what he meant by inviting me to the same table.” The cloud dance glanced at him.

In the dark, he has been measured again.

This person has a steady atmosphere and a diminutive cocoon is visible on his right hand and should be a practitioner.

But he had only half the killing and the smell of blood, and the cloud dance concluded that the man had never killed anyone.

And from his undyed clothes and clean tables, he should still have a little cleanliness.

Normally, people like this either don't contact people all the time or don't like to contact people.

“Father Bu counts, at this time today, I will meet the relatives here. Since the son happens to show up at this time, it is also kind of fateful, so eat together and make friends.” As Nangong Yi spoke, he slowly reached out and poured a cup of tea for the cloud dance.