The sun is setting and the clouds are falling, and the humidity on the streets after a rain is swept by the wind and hits people's faces, which is a little cool.

After a day of hustle and bustle, Los Angeles gradually quieted down.

After having dinner on a street near the hall, Jiang Yu walked back from the restaurant with Xia Yi and walked back towards the hotel where he was staying.

"So, you're going back to the airport tomorrow, and then you're going back to China?"

Walking through the range of dim light, it was Xia Yi who spoke, who came out of the venue and was pleasantly surprised to see Xiao Yu, it was naturally good for the two of them to meet in a foreign country, but during the meal, he was a little relieved to know that Jiang Yu was going to return to China soon.

In the past two or three years, although he has done a lot of things and his reputation has gradually become louder, he is mostly notorious after all, and now he is in the United States, if he encounters an emergency, it is difficult to take care of her more.

Jiang Yu, who was holding his arm, didn't hear the meaning of this sentence, thinking that Xia Yi was reluctant to let the two get along for too short.

She also smiled helplessly, stuck it, leaned on the man's shoulder, but looked at the high heels that kept kicking out and stepping on her feet.

"I don't want to. Xiao Yu said softly, sighing distressedly: "..... have been flying here too many times recently, and I seem to stay a few more days to watch you compete." ”

"There should be one tomorrow. ”

"But I can't see it, I'm going back to the airport early tomorrow morning. ”

Passing by a clothing store, when Jiang Yu said a word of distress and complaining, he stopped, pulled Xia Yi to stand in front of the window, and saw a sunny and casual T-shirt inside, with a distressed expression on his face, showing his teeth, and smiling.

"Brother Yi, come in. ”

She slid down her hand, pulled Xia Yi to the store, took the identical style from the window from the hanger, and held it in front of Xia Yi's eyes.

"How's this one?"

"It's okay, but I don't like to wear ..... like this." Xia Yi looked at the black T-shirt, frowned, and wanted to refuse, but Xiao Yu over there had already put the clothes on his chest to compare his figure.

The voice was soft: "You are a shirt in addition to a suit, although the momentum is imposing, you have to wear some clothes that you should have when you are young, otherwise you will look old." ”

"Old, you're not looking at it yet. ”

Xiao Yu pursed her lips, glanced at Xia Yi, and shook the T-shirt in her hand: "No, you have to listen to me this time, I bought it for you, you can't refuse! I just paid my salary the day before yesterday..... hehehe......"

After settling the account, Jiang Yu didn't mention that he wanted to go back to the airport dormitory, and followed Xia Yi with a shopping bag a little nervously, glancing at it from time to time, and then seeing Xia Yi coming over, he quickly bit his lower lip, lowered his face, and twisted the shopping bag with his fingers shyly.

The two tacitly agreed that they didn't say it directly, so they led all the way forward, just after walking through an intersection, two streets away from the hotel, Xia also stopped abruptly.

"Brother Yi, what's wrong?"

"Come here. ”

Xia Yi withdrew his gaze from the dim street lamp in front of him, smiled at her, turned around and pulled Xiao Yu to a parked car on the side of the road.

The door was violently opened, and the moment the alarm sounded, a fist smashed on the front of the car, the body shook twice, and the sound of the alarm stopped abruptly.

"Wait for me in the car, and send a text message to Dezhu by the way. ”

After saying this, Xia Yi pushed the woman who was a little dazed, closed the door, turned around and walked to the middle of the street, his face was dimmed in the light of the street lamp, and it lit up again, put on gloves on one hand, and with the other hand, a three-meter-high landscape street lamp that passed directly past him was pulled up.

The line sparked, then was pulled and snapped, and the bulb flashed twice before going out.

One or two pedestrians were stunned, took out their phones and quickly unplugged the police phone as they walked, while Xia Yi walked to the middle of the street with the line.

"I've been following for so long, come out. ”

The cold voice echoed in the street, and the two pedestrians who were originally holding their mobile phones to call the police stopped and looked in the direction of the Chinese man in the middle of the street.

Jiang Yu in the car was positioning this place to Zhao Dezhu on the other side of the hotel, and then, raising his gaze, from the rear window, what he saw was that at the end of the street, three tall figures were walking under the street lamp, and the bulbs were broken one by one, coming towards this side in light and dark.

Three figures showed their silhouettes in front, and the next second, an ancient Latin language sounded.

"Honorable Orientals, you have the holy emblems of weapons on your body, they should not belong to mortals, please return them to us and take them back to be sealed. ”

The moment Xia Yi's eyes narrowed, there was a roar on the road in front of him, and among the three of them, a strong and burly short-haired man clubbed a shield with two keys and a scepter in the middle on the asphalt road.

On the left, too, had short hair, and his thick arms held a knight's spear, while on the right there was a handsome, well-proportioned and slender figure, with long blond hair hanging down his shoulders, his hands folded on the hilt of his sword, and his broad sword body was upright, with the sharp end against the ground, and his face was solemn.

The faces of the three were similar, and they were dressed in uniform uniforms, and anyone could feel the sacred and solemn aura on their bodies.

Holy Spear, Holy Shield, Holy Sword.

Xia Yi tilted his head, he couldn't understand what the other party was saying, but it was obviously not good to come over in this way.

The wind blew through the long street.

Then, dragging the street lamp towards the other three people, he rushed straight up.

The hotel restaurant was brightly lit, and after eating dinner, Magneto and the others did not leave in a hurry, chatting while waiting for the boss and the proprietress to come back with two other flight attendants.

"You're all Strangers?"

"Of course!" The fat man took the milk tea that Qian Qian hadn't finished drinking, looked at the other party's Juan Li, and patted his chest: "Around my brother, there is no normal person except Xiao Yu." ”

Ma Bang at the other table turned his gaze: "Hey, fatty, can you speak." ”

"Slip of the tongue!

The corners of Juan Li's eyebrows were raised, she put down her overlapping legs, and leaned forward: "That you too?" I remember that you were just a ......."

"It's a waste collector, that's in the past!" the fat man didn't care about the contemptuous gaze of Sissi next to him, and waved his hand: "...... I'm going to do it twice, but sometimes it doesn't work. ”

"What's your ability? Cool or not?"

"It should be cool..... it can turn useful things into a pile of garbage anyway....." Speaking of this, Zhao Dezhu's voice was a little embarrassed.

Everyone laughed, but it was just a good-natured laugh between friends, and an ability like a fat man can sometimes play an unimaginable role.

Juan Li, who was opposite the fat man, subconsciously retracted her upper body.

"People won't be turned into a pile of waste by you, will they?"

"Haven't tried ....."

Just as he was spreading his hands and talking, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrate, and the fat man opened the phone in confusion.

"What is Xiao Yu doing with my message at this time?"

Clicking on the message, seeing the location of the street map, frowned, and looked at the others: "Is it a street location map? Do you know what it means?"

The Magnetic King over there frowned and glanced at it, and after a while, he stood up.

"The owner is in trouble. ”

The voice fell, and another loud shout rang out: "Hurry up—"

With a gesture of his hand, several long tables with iron smashed into the windows, and one jumped on them and slid out, followed by others who followed closely behind them, running through the broken windows.

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