"Demon asked, I booked a private room in the middle of the second floor, you came to me when you were tired, I asked someone to buy honey during the flowering period." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The demon asked the hand that was tying the garment for a moment. This person is really serious.

After changing his clothes, the demon asked to go to the lobby with his wine gourd, and his wine gourd can be said to never leave his body.

The man was still standing in the doorway.

"Demon ask, be careful later, I see that there seem to be a few drunk people in the lobby, if they embarrass you..."

The demon asked's steps abruptly stopped, and so did the man's words.

"Don't you feel tired and panicked after standing outside for so long?" said the demon asked lightly, his tone did not fluctuate in the slightest, so that people could not guess what he was thinking at this moment.

The man's tone was a little happy, and he continued: "I'm not tired, but the demon asked you, come down quickly when you're tired, if someone embarrasses you, don't grieve yourself..."

The demon asked with his eyes down and didn't reply until he entered the lobby, the man sent him to the stage, and after he hurried to the private room on the second floor, he raised his eyes, and his slender eyes swept over the various guests in the audience.

Speaking of the middle-aged man, he is actually not middle-aged. At most, he is thirty years old, but he is more powerful and calm than people of this age, and it is no wonder that Qingtian thinks he is old.

But the family is actually the age of thirty-one flowers for men, not to mention that the business spans several cities in this place, which can definitely be regarded as a successful career.

But such a successful person with a successful career at a young age was planted in the body of a person like Youwen.

The demon asks such a person... It seems that he is a particularly bad person.

But it's not, it's just a demon asking, he's a person who will never let himself be wronged.

Do you think that an old cat demon who has lived for an unknown number of years will be reduced to the point where he needs to sell his body to make ends meet?

And he is a man who has never disdained to hide his desires and needs. That is, I want to want, I don't want to want, I don't need money, I don't need feelings, you make me happy, I can accompany you a few more times, unhappy? Anyway, there is no shortage of people in the small hall.

Therefore, the middle-aged man is really no different from those guests in the past. But now it seems like there's a little bit of ... This man is much more difficult than ever.

is obviously a mature adult man, but he is like a child in front of the demon. Obviously he is a character who nods and bows when he sees anyone outside, but he is still happy to be scolded here by the demon.

The more you think about it, the more troublesome you feel.

I took a sip of sugar water casually, and remembered that the man said that he had sent someone to buy honey that was still in bloom.

Although there is no shortage of flowers and trees in Aoba Castle, there is actually no large flower field for bees to make honey during the flowering season. So that person at least bought it out of Aoba Castle. And I just casually said last night that the honey in the flowering period tastes better...

Youwen shook his head and tried to suppress the inexplicable irritability in his heart, but the movement of his subordinates plucking the strings was unconsciously getting faster and faster.

The guqin is an instrument, and the mood of the player is directly reflected in the melody. So the demon asked the irritable mood and the more and more agitated sound of the piano, and finally broke the strings at a certain critical point.

As I said before, the demon asked to practice spells. He is good at torturing people with sound and rhythm.

Therefore, the demon question, who was in a hurry to control his emotions, did not notice the damage carried out by his piano sound at all.

But the damage that was unintentionally done was not much. Especially for those who don't listen carefully, the damage is almost negligible. But not for those who listen carefully and don't want to miss even a note.

The sound of the piano hit the internal organs through the sound waves, and the man who was staring at the demonic every move in the private room fainted. Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, staining his fine-textured gray robes red.

After the strings were tightened, Youwen simply took the piano and stepped off the stage, and someone else came to it.

It was just after nightfall, and there weren't many people picking up customers in the backyard. The courtyard was quiet. The sound of the piano in the lobby floated to the backyard leisurely, if you didn't know that this was Hualiu Street, the atmosphere was quite elegant.

Demon Wen lifted his breath and sat directly on the roof of the south building.

There is not even a star at night, but the moon overhead is large and round, and it always feels like a person can reach it by jumping up.

The demon asked took a sip of sugar water and looked at the people coming and going on Hualiu Street silently.

But I don't know what I'm thinking.

When did the house opposite change a new plaque, and the head card of the house next door was also wearing a pink gauze shirt, and he didn't look good yet. The drunk who just came out of the backyard flowers is pulled into another brothel...

There are so many people coming and going, and everyone has a fake face. Even if it is two people who hug each other, one is saying sweet words against his will, and the other is laughing with him against his will.

The people who came here were meant to have fun, so how could it be...... Got someone who treats it sincerely?

The demon asked pondering, pondering, and secretly thinking that the person in the private room, if he was left to dry for a while, he should not be pestering him every day, maybe he would look at the other people in the store.

Inexplicably snorted, and the demon asked again, if it was according to the attitude of today's noon, the person who saw himself off the stage should have chased him out to find him, where would he wait until this time and not even see a figure, maybe he looked good-looking again, and he was not the best business in the store.

After all, people are here for entertainment, so where will they always spend money to find scolding.

Sure enough, it's noon, and it's serious.

I don't care anyway.

But the honey you just bought should always be kept for yourself... The demon asked and pondered, and was a little unconvinced. It doesn't matter which one he looks at, the jar of honey is going to be decided by itself.

Just as he was thinking, he jumped down from the upper floor, and the corners of the pink gauze robe rippled in the night wind.

Listening quietly in the private room, the demon asked a pause, stood outside and poured himself a sip of sugar water first, and then opened the curtain and went in.

The man in the gray robe was lying on his side on the small wooden table where the fruit plate and tea were kept, and a few fruits fell to the ground scattered, and the red blood dripped down the edge of the table to the ground, and a dark red blood stain appeared on the wooden floor.

Tick!

Tick!

Tick!

The demon asked's eyes reddened, and he carried the man from his seat into his arms.

The man was half-leaning into his arms, blood still flowing from the corners of his mouth. Demon Wen pinched his wrist for a moment, secretly hating himself for being careless tonight, and lamenting that this person listened so seriously and was hurt so deeply.