Spirit Boss - 89. in transaction

Even though they were impolitely expelled last night, Singh and Woodless came to the villa before noon.

The wound on the corner of Wutle’s mouth has healed, and there is no trace at all.

Singh looked up at the house that was obviously thinner than when he left, and smiled: “It seems that the guests are very positive about redecorating the house.”

Wutleis said: “Are you sure it’s not because of your housekeeper?”

Singh came closer, looked at the collapsed parts of the house, touched his chin and said, “The right part is very much like Louis’ style. You know, when he sleepwalking, he always liked to go to the kitchen and chop the foot of the wall with a kitchen knife before, so it collapsed. Later, the upper floor of the house is still very complete.”

Wutreis didn’t say anything, just turned his head to look at the ruined ruins on the other end.

“I remember it was the master bedroom,” Singer paused, and added, “It used to be. I still remember that the window sills there were arc-shaped. I like to stand there in the middle of the night and look up at the sky…. It was also once. ”

Wutleis’ expression remained unchanged and said: “Will we only find a human corpse there, or a new born junior?”

Singh smiled and said, “Maybe it’s two naked bodies.”

Woodless gave him a surprised look.

Singh sighed with a smile, “It’s nice to be young.”

The door half moved on the door frame because of the unknown turbulence last night.

Wuterless reached out and moved it aside, and slowly approached the living room with Singh.

Because of the collapse, there are two huge gaps on the east and west walls of the living room, allowing the wind to flow unimpeded. The candles lit up, the floor was dusty, and it was a mess, unlike when I left last night.

“From the collapsed condition and the remaining condition, the load-bearing design of this villa is very good.” Singh praised, “At least only the east and west wings are lost.”

Wutreis said: “How long are you going to stand proud of here?”

Singh chuckled and turned to the direction of the stairs and said, “Mr. Edward, I would take the liberty to come and disturb him early in the morning.” His voice was not heavy, and he seemed confident that the other party would be able to hear him.

He walked to the sofa, wiped the dust off it with his hand, and looked back at Woodless and said, “Sit down?”

Wutreis said: “I prefer to stand.”

Singh smiled and said, “I think people who are used to wandering around will be very comfortable with such an environment.”

“Getting accustomed to traveling does not mean getting accustomed to lowering the standard of living.”

Singer shrugged, turned his head and glanced upstairs, “Do you think we should go upstairs?”

Woodlands summoned a bat.

“Speaking of bats, I have a better one.” He whistled, and after a while, a bat flew in with its wings flapping. He stretched out his hand to stop him on his arm and said with a smile: “Priprily and Edward have a good relationship. I want him to go up. It should be much safer.”

Pripri’s wings shook, and in terms of the magnitude of his shaking, it didn’t seem to agree.

“Go.” Singh flicked his arm with his other hand.

Although Pripri was full of unwillingness, he still had to fly upward. He had seen Baal get angry, and the only thing he hoped in his heart was that Baal’s mood would not be too bad today.

——As he wished.

It is not Barr who is in a bad mood today, but Wang Xiaoming.

Anyone who has been tortured for a whole night will not be in a good mood even if the house collapses before it disappears.

Barr was the opposite. The worries and grievances he suffered yesterday disappeared in one night.

Even when Pripli flew in, he just shot it down from mid-air and kicked it out.

“What’s the matter?” Wang Xiaoming, who was awkwardly asleep on the bed, opened a small gap in his eyes. It’s not that he doesn’t want to open wider, but that he is so tired that he doesn’t even have the strength to lift his fingers. Originally thought that the collapse of the master bedroom was an opportunity to end, who knew that Barr shamelessly carried him into the guest bedroom to continue.

Now think about it, it is wise to have only one bedroom in a room.

“Nothing. There are flies.” Barr replied with a smile.

Struggling, Pripril, who flew in again, almost wanted to hit the wall when he heard that. Flies, he actually said he was a fly! Maybe he doesn’t have much say in this house, but after all, he is a five-generation blood clan, Methuselah, and in the whole blood clan, his status is still very high.

Seeing Pripri rushing over again unwillingly, Barr immediately moved him to the window.

So Pripril, who closed his eyes and rushed forward, rushed out of the window.

“Ah. It’s almost dawn.” Wang Xiaoming looked at the window.

In fact, it’s not bright, but the sky is dark and gray, and you can vaguely see the surrounding scenery.

“It’s not fast, but it’s already bright.” Baldao, “This is the brightest sky in the blood race world.”

“The brightest sky?” Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes wider again, and suddenly said, “Then what time is it?”

“Three minutes, twelve o’clock.”

“Ah.” Wang Xiaoming’s elbow was hard, and he thought of getting up, but only his chin was raised.

From Barr’s perspective, the deliberately exposed white neck and delicate collarbone are clearly a subtle and seductive invitation.

“It’s really early.” Barr leaned down with a smile.

Wang Xiaoming, who was still struggling to get up, looked at the body that was about to press down, his eyes widened in horror, “No…”

“Yes. I know.” Barr gagged his mouth deeply.

“…” No, no!

Before Wang Xiaoming was completely confused, he complained with tears in his eyes.

Barr was upset in his mouth while receiving his complaint, and after a while he moved his lips away slightly, “It turns out that it’s not enough. No problem.”

“No…” Less than a second after Wang Xiaoming’s mouth regained his freedom, he fell again.

Louis, who was awake, had already cleaned the living room.

Singh and Woodless sat on the sofa, enjoying lamb chops and red wine mixed with blood. Unlike yesterday, today’s lamb chops are only half cooked.

“I think we might be staying for dinner.” Singh looked up at the ceiling.

Maybe it’s the age-old relationship of this villa, or the big holes on both sides of the wall, so that the wind leaks the relationship, or the battle above is too fierce. In short, when they dine, in addition to taste enjoyment There is an aural enjoyment.

Pripri flew in through the huge gap on the right and landed on the armrest of the sofa next to Singer.

Wutreis swallowed the last small piece of lamb chops into his abdomen and said, “Even if life is unlimited, I don’t want to waste time.” He stood up, and touched the corner of his mouth involuntarily, “The next thing, you can be independent Finish.”

Singh laughed and said, “I could have done these things independently. It’s just that we haven’t seen each other for a long time, and I really want to eat a few more meals with you.”

Woodless looked down at him, “When you lie, your eyes will be very sincere.”

“When I tell the truth,” Singh added.

Woodless said: “So I would rather believe what you are telling lies.”

“It’s really a shame.” Singh picked up the wine glass, took a sip, smiled and watched Wutreis turn into a bat, flapping his wings through the door without a door and flying to the sky.

“Louis.” He shook his glass.

Louis took the tray and the wine glass and walked to the sofa leisurely, put the things down, then picked up the knife and fork to move.

Singh sighed: “I did not invite you to have a meal with me to appreciate your taste.”

Louis raised his head and said, “This is the only thing I want to share with you.”

“Don’t comfort me a few words?”

Louis hung up with a professional smile and said: “As a blood family who has suffered from insomnia due to overtime work for a long time, please allow me to maintain the right to silently gloat for misfortune at this time.”

At 4:44 in the evening, the sky began to darken, and the wind flowing through the living room was getting colder and colder.

Barr finally walked down the stairs holding Wang Xiaoming.

Singh looked up from the newspaper and smiled at him: “I’m so glad you remembered that you still have guests.”

“You haven’t left?” Barr frowned.

Singer laughed mockingly: “It seems that I am too happy too soon.”

Louis came out carrying the tray. On top is a small basket of bread and two cups of warm milk.

Singh said: “I suddenly feel a little bit reluctant to do with you.”

Louis didn’t raise his eyelids and said: “This is really bad news.”

Singh smiled and said, “Please allow me to introduce myself. I am the elder of the Giovanni clan.”

Louis put the baskets and cups on the coffee table one by one, put away the tray and said: “This is the second bad news I heard.”

Singh watched him politely and nodded with a constant smile, and then disappeared in the direction of the kitchen.

Baer gently put Wang Xiaoming on the sofa.

Wang Xiaoming didn’t move. In fact, he didn’t even have the strength to be shy.

“Didn’t you roll?” Barr looked at Singh displeased.

Singh said frankly: “It seems that I accidentally proved that the earth is round.”

“Something?” Barr asked, breaking the bread into Wang Xiaoming’s mouth.

Wang Xiaoming stared at him bitterly.

As soon as Singh wanted to speak, he heard Baal threaten Wang Xiaoming with a low smile, “Or do you want me to chew and feed you?”

… Singh closed his mouth wittily.

Wang Xiaoming imagined such a situation, and opened his mouth wisely.

Barr nodded in satisfaction, “You have to eat hard to have strength.”

…Strong?

Wang Xiaoming’s resentment spread to the surroundings again.

Barr was afraid that he would choke, holding milk slowly into his mouth.

Singh waited for Wang Xiaoming to finish eating, and Barr began to deliver it to his mouth: “There are still three days left, and the distribution of the victory fruit will end. I originally wanted to send you to participate today.”

“Victory Fruit?” Barr’s understanding of the Blood Night Sacrifice is limited to the results.

“Yes. The first arena will issue a victory result at 8:12 and 16 o’clock every day. Only if you get it will you be eligible to enter the arena.” Singh thought the doubt on his face was thinking why he couldn’t. After getting the victory result directly to him, he explained, “Even with our support, the rules of the game cannot be changed. But with your strength, this is too simple.”

Barr frowned at hearing, “Is there a way to win or lose a round and directly enter the Bloody Night Mountain?”

Singh blinked his eyes and looked at him for a long while before smiling, “After we establish our party, we can initiate such reforms.”