"I remember..."The demon asked the wine gourd in his hand and turned it around twice, "I said when I came out of the backyard flower of Aoba City, I was not ransomed, there was only a transaction with the Lu Shang, there was no affection, and now the two parties to the transaction have not been able to buy and sell, and there is no affection, why should I be angry with him?"

"This..."Qingtian opened her mouth, she always felt that there was some subtle feelings between the two of them... Especially Lu Shang's liking for demon questions...

"Moreover, you've been in the backyard for so long, don't you know that the backyard flowers are also chained?" the demon asked, turning around and walking into a nearby shop. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Qingtian was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to shout to stop the demon question, he subconsciously looked up at the plaque of this store.

'Backyard Flowers'

Qingtian shook his kung fu, and the demon asked had already entered the backyard flower, and the sunny day did not delay any longer, and quickly chased the figure of the demon into the store.

At this time, there are a lot of people in the backyard flowers, and compared to the store in Aoba City, the area of this backyard flower is obviously smaller, but there are still a lot of people sitting in the lobby at the moment, and when I go in on a sunny day, the demon asks to sit down at the table in the corner of the lobby.

Although there are many people in the lobby, it is not too lively, and a man in a white shirt on the stage is playing the piano with his head slightly down, and he is listening carefully with his chin in his hands.

Qingtian attracted a lot of attention when he came in, because this is a duck house, and even here there are female customers, but there are only female customers like Qingtian who don't even wear a veil, and there are some whispering voices in the originally quiet lobby.

Keen hearing did not let Qingtian miss the voices of these people talking in private, his footsteps paused slightly, put his hand into the invisible bag he carried with him, and with a slight movement of his fingers, he pulled out a piece of red silk, and then tied it behind his ear as a veil.

The whispers around were much quieter.

Qingtian walked to the demon question and sat down, lowered his voice and whispered to the demon question's ear, "What are you here for?"

If she is not mistaken, the appearance of the little boy on the stage is not as good as that of the demon, his body is not as good as that of the demon, and his piano skills are not as good as that of the demon, so what is the purpose of the demon asking here, she can't figure it out for a while.

"Shh~" Youwen put his finger to his lips.

Qingtian subconsciously swallowed back the words she blurted out, but the next moment she noticed that something didn't seem right.

Stiffened his neck and observed the people around him from the corner of his eye, and Qingtian's eyes almost fell out.

The demon asked this gesture of signaling silence seems... It worked throughout the lobby. The people around him, including the son who was playing the piano on the stage, stopped moving, and looked straight at the two of them with swarthy eyes.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back for no reason on a sunny day.

"What's going on!" Qingtian asked viciously, but still kept her voice down.

The index finger that was against the lips of the demon asked did not put down, and the thin white fingers were still pressed on the pink lips, and he only shrugged his shoulders when he heard Qingtian's question: "I also want to know..."

Qingtian stood up suddenly, and while reaching out to drag the demon man away from his original position, he bent down and shouted: "I know your uncle!

The long, straight strings shot from the stage, grazing the waist on a sunny day.

"I'm grass!" Qingtian shouted, pulling the demon and wanting to run out. In this short minute, not only the white-shirted man on the stage began to glare at the two of them viciously, but the customers and guys in the lobby also began to stare at the two of them with a disgusted look.

Qingtian doesn't need to estimate, just know that she and Youwen will definitely not be able to kill this group of people, if they are caught, it will definitely be a death, maybe they will die very miserably...

"Run!" asked the demon in the sunny day.

But the demon asked but did not react, no matter how she dragged it, she didn't move, just looked at the people standing in the lobby who might kill them at any time with red eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Qingtian gave up struggling, gasping slightly and asked the obviously strange demon question on the side.

"I'm fine. The demon asked to lower his head slightly, looking a little depressed, this is the appearance that Qingtian has never seen in him.

From the first time she saw Youwen, she knew that this person was different from the image he showed to the world, he seemed to be indifferent to everything, but in fact he was delicate, he could always notice small details that others couldn't notice, and he also had extraordinary perseverance to insist on his choices.

But today's aggrieved and forbearant appearance, as long as it is once, it makes people feel distressed.

Qingtian looked at his reddish eyes, subconsciously lifted his sleeve and wiped it on the side of his face, and when his wrist was grabbed by the demon question, he remembered that the demon asked didn't actually cry.

"Let's go. The demon asked.

Qingtian gritted his teeth, "I'm afraid I can't go." ”

The demon asked for a moment, then took a long breath, turned around again, and tilted his head as if to hold back the tears in his eyes. He sat down in a chair beside him.

"Tell me, do you want me to die, or do you want me to go. The demon asked at the white-shirted boy on the stage.

Everyone in the lobby seemed to have not expected to be asked like this, and they looked at each other and were quiet for a while, and Qingtian was still wondering in his heart whether these people were the backyard flowers... It's still a Lu Shang's person.

The group of people who looked like they were going to rush up at any moment to kill someone were silent for a while, and during this time Sunny Sky saw a man slip out of the side door.

Is it to report the news?

Qingtian glanced at the demon question, the redness in the corners of his eyes had disappeared, and at this moment the whole person was full of a faint but seductive atmosphere, and he was drinking sugar water with a wine jug. Pale liquid slid down the corners of his mouth, swept across his smooth chin, swept over his graceful neck, and finally sank into the tulle.

Everyone in the lobby held their breath inexplicably.

When Qingtian was thinking about it, the lobby, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly burst into applause.

When I followed the sound and looked over, I saw a girl on a sunny day.

The girl had big grape-like eyes, a small, pointed face, exactly sixteen or seventeen years old, and her long hair was untied, and the strands fluttered slightly behind her.

"The demon asks the son is really good. The girl clapped her hands, but there was no appreciation in her tone.

Qingtian noticed that the eyes of the demon asked changed.

The girl smiled and walked through the fierce crowd in the lobby, and everywhere she passed, she received one after another respectful "Hello Miss." ”

When the girl sat down opposite the demon, she also sat down next to the demon. No matter what the identity of this young lady is, she must be on the side of the demon today. And most importantly... She always felt that this girl looked very familiar.

Even the clear voice that contained malice made it feel inexplicably familiar.

But where had she seen such a little girl...

Not really.