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Chapter 454 is not a tyrant
Whether it is a man or a child or an old person, as long as it is a guest, the boss always likes to look at it secretly.
Luo Qiu also has a part of ordinary people’s thinking. When I see this female customer who is blowing boiled sugar, I naturally think that this is COSPLAY… COSPLAY…
“I heard everything is sold here, right?” the woman who blew the boiled sugar asked directly.
But before asking, she sat down like a man… very handsome.
The hand is still in the pocket, and the legs are naturally stretched out on the floor – purely from a biological point of view, this may be the second pair of legs that Luo Qiu sees with great appeal.
Straight and slender, like the best calculations, you don’t feel a bit of extra fat, you just feel it has a lot of flexibility.
As for the first owner of Boss Luo who has similar legs, it is naturally the nun who had once had a relationship in Romania: Lamias.
“What can I do for you, Dear Guest.”
This is not a guest that is inadvertently attracted to come in… ordinary people, but people who are not prepared for ordinary people.
Luo Qiu can feel the things in the package behind the guest.
There is a murderous thing inside, even if it is loaded, even if it is intentionally covered, it can not completely cover its whisper like a demonic.
Should it be a knife?
Similar to the kind of life of a Japanese warrior – of course, the samurai may call it a sword.
The woman who blew the boiled sugar looked around. After the first question, it seemed that the taste was a bit different. “This place is really weird, but it seems that there are only two of you. …oh, this one doesn’t seem to be a human?”
Miss maid is not pissed, because she is not really human, she still politely serves tea for this woman who is blowing boiled sugar.
But… In recent times, is there a lot of guests who will come up with this tone?
Last time, it seems to be Su Zijun? Luo Qiu smiled a little, and the boss didn’t pissed. “It doesn’t matter if you have more people, as long as we have the ability to complete the requirements of the guest.”
“Right.”
The woman who blew the boiled sugar nodded, then she said with a smile: “In fact, I am a little curious…”
Her gaze moved from the body of the boss to You Ye, and then moved back from the body of You Ye to the boss. “Curious about what is worth worrying about here, it will make the old bastard of Club afraid. ”
“guest is representative…” Luo Qiu slightly startled, “Is Michael Club coming?”
He didn’t buy the woman’s intelligence directly—because he hadn’t officially started trading—and before that, Luo Qiu didn’t immediately get a habit of stranger intelligence.
He is always habit, and he is as unknown as possible before he has officially started.
“No, I don’t mean anyone.”
The woman shrugged and said easily: “I just represent myself… In addition, I don’t really like the name of ‘guest’. So, you can call me Nero.”
“Nero?” Luo Qiu feels more interesting. Interesting women actually have such a name, “The tyrant of the ancient Roman Empire.”
“No no no, I have nothing to do with this ancient people.” The female Nero shook her head: “In the words of this country, that is, even if you count the ancestors on the 18th generation, you can’t tie the relationship.”
“Well, Miss Nero.” Luo Qiu nodded. “If you don’t represent Michael Club… Excuse me, what do you want to buy?”
Nero took out a small bag from the clothes – a very small cloth bag that was the size of a kit. She threw the small bag on the table, “I bought a person’s news.”
This is not a motion that the nouveau riche symbolizes its own wealth, but is not a deliberate action for provocation, but a very natural movement.
It’s like a hunter who came back in a dangerous zone, and after he made the money, he came to the place where he was spending, and he spent a lot of money.
And inside this bag are some souls.
“How?” Nero smiled at said with a smile: “This is what I am slaughtering on the road… the monster of the East. Right, there is a very disgusting human. Because I have always publicized my wealth in front of me. I want to get me up/bed, so I also slaughtered it.”
Who told you to play COSPLAY… I don’t know if the COSPLAY circle has been really messy…
“What about the name of the target?”
Luo Qiu took a look at the number of souls in the bag – nine monsters, an ordinary human, which is quite a lot.
“Cook? Chulin.”
“What kind of information?”
Nero said indifferently: “Is life or death? Where is the body of the dead? If you are born, where is the person… the most accurate place.”
Boss Luo was silent for a moment and suddenly reached out and took out the only human soul from the bag. “At this time transaction fee, can you?”
“Is one enough?” Nero curious.
Boss Luo is slightly with a smile: “I want to make more money, but enough is enough.”
“So, you still have a fair banner here?”
Luo Qiu didn’t talk, just put the human soul on the padded dish that Miss Maid took, and then slowly said: “Miss Nero, the cookie in your mouth, is not dead yet. It is at the distance. In a small town on the lower reaches of the city, I lived in a tofu shop.”
“Tofu shop?” Nero stunned, and she apparently did not expect it to be such a place.
She was a little confused, curious and distrusted: “Although this disgusting human soul is nothing… but you shouldn’t just talk about it?”
“This is real-time intelligence. As for Miss Nero, I can finally find someone in this place, and we won’t guarantee it.” Luo Qiu said indifferently.
“Then your money, is it too good to earn some?” Nero suddenly sneered.
She pulled the back of the tube back and pressed it directly on the floor… The bob was trembling slightly, as if something was going to burst out from the inside, a screaming sound, if nothing The ground is ringing.
Boss Luo looked at the slightly rippled tea on the table and suddenly smiled with a smile: “Miss Nero, what’s inside it… is it called ‘Yan Demon’?”
“Oh…” Nero narrowed his eyes.
Luo Qiu whispered: “I feel that it is better to call the guest, or to call the guest your real name, it will be better than a title… Do you think so? Miss Cui Yun’er.”
Nero’s eyes seemed sharper, but the smile was more brilliant.
Luo Qiu picked up the teacup and sipped it. When he put it down, he also said: “In addition, guest, we are just talking about business here, anything else… it shouldn’t happen, it’s better not to happen.”
The teacup and the tea mat interweave the sound of the crisp porcelain collision, and the demonic whisper stopped at this time.
The so-called ‘Yan Demon’ will naturally no longer shake and calm down.
Nero… Cui Yun’er… The ball from the blown sugar in her mouth is broken.
(End of this chapter)
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