The noisy café is full of the smell of blood.

Xu Qiufan silently put down the half-drunk coffee, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

Cheng Hai's style of acting is still too violent.

He shouldn't have been allowed to learn necromancy.

The artist's smile has long since disappeared, and his voice trembles.

"You cheated ......"

"What? Didn't you say you could feel free to check? Haven't I dissected yet? ”

Cheng Hai showed the artist the wound, and on the section of one of his hands, the flesh was wriggling slightly, which is the unique self-healing ability of ghouls.

After all, artists are good at camouflage rather than science, and it is still too difficult to transform human beings into this.

"Bastard! I'm here for you to observe, not to destroy my work! ”

Just like yesterday's impostor, the artist was so angry by Cheng Hai's actions that his eyes turned black.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, you didn't tell me just now."

Unprecedentedly, Cheng Hai actually persuaded the artist, "Why don't we count this game, and if I solve the problem, let's play again?" ”

"You?"

The artist looked up, his face softened slightly.

"Yes."

Cheng Hai said with a smile: "I heard that you are good at disguise and concealment, I will let you run for twenty minutes first and find a place to hide." Then I'll go to you, with a time limit of ten minutes. There are three rounds in total, as long as you don't get found by me once, you win, how about it? ”

"Let me run for twenty minutes?"

The artist's eyes widened, as if he had heard a ridiculous joke.

Is this kid belittling him?

"Too short? Or thirty minutes. Cheng Hai continued.

"Ten minutes is enough!" Artist airway.

"Don't say I'm bullying you, let's take a step back by ourselves, fifteen minutes."

Cheng Haiping raised his hands, looking like a shrew buying groceries.

The artist wanted to say something, but saw Cheng Hai glance at his mobile phone and urged like a child: "Start timer, run, run, run!" ”

The artist was almost suffocating, but his body involuntarily ran.

If you can't fight with each other, then you can win the bet.

He had preached teachings under the noses of demons, and escaped under the siege of hundreds of Holy Knights. It is simply whimsical that a fledgling wizard can be caught three times.

He must Cheng Hai to see what the art of running away is!

After quietly observing the rear to make sure that no one was following, the artist suddenly disappeared as he passed by a passerby.

When he reappeared, he had changed his face and his overcoat had changed into a light blue sports coat.

If it weren't for God's perspective, I'm afraid no one would have been able to recognize him.

But that wasn't all, he walked into a clothing store, took a lot of things by magic, and then found a separate room.

Crash.

The sound of small pieces is scattered, and on the wooden tabletop, perfumes, lipsticks, and thrush pens are all available.

The artist quickly changed his clothes and sat down in front of a mirror to tinker.

After a few moments, the artist stood up again, and became a fashionable woman with a graceful figure and a charming appearance. Every gesture is full of charm.

"Heh~"

The corners of the artist's mouth raised, drawing a beautiful arc.

At this time, even if Cheng Hai was standing in front of her, I am afraid that he would not be able to compare him with the old store manager!

What is art?

It's called art!

Throwing a wink at the mirror, the artist slapped his buttocks again, twisted his slender waist, and left satisfied.

He's not right.

Her purpose is none other than the Sweetheart Cafe.

Aren't you Cheng Hai very capable?

I'll just sit there, waiting to see the frustration you feel like you've been looking for for most of the day.

With this in mind, the artist bought a cup of milk tea on the side of the road, held a novel, and sat on a public bench outside the café.

In Guliu Street, there was once such a conventional unspoken rule.

Lonely girls often come here to find a place to sit down, pretending to be reserved and pretending to read here. If she happens to have a cup of acacia milk tea from Hongxingfang at hand, it won't be long before a young man with a car key comes forward to talk.

If you look at it rightly, the night may become very indescribable.

Although this phenomenon was once severely cracked down, as time passed, it reverted to the old ways.

Therefore, the artist's move can be said to be quite dedicated.

In the less than five minutes of waiting time alone, seven or eight men had already returned.

"Tsk, why hasn't he come out yet?" The artist was a little irritable.

Fifteen minutes have arrived, why is Cheng Hai still drinking tea with the ghost?

In the café, the arms of the two waiters were bandaged, and they sat with the two of them for a while.

I don't know what Cheng Hai said, they covered their mouths and laughed wildly.

"It's not like you're forgetting the time, right?"

The artist glanced at his phone, another three minutes had passed, and Cheng Hai only had seven minutes left!

"Beauty, do you have time?"

A handsome guy in sunglasses shook the key to Daben and raised an eyebrow at the artist.

"It's ugly! Get lost! ”

The artist was very irritable.

The handsome guy in sunglasses is so big, when was he said to be ugly, he is about to theorize. saw the beautiful woman in front of him glaring at him, like a hammer hitting his heart, so frightened that he almost called out "Mom".

The handsome guy in sunglasses was so frightened that he fled, and when the artist turned around, Cheng Hai was still sitting in place, talking and laughing.

Feeling insulted, the artist stared intently at his phone.

When the time is over, he will walk into the café and ask the teacher for sin!

"It's the last minute!"

The artist looked at the café again, and Cheng Hai had already gotten up, as if he was about to come out of it.

"Did he find out I'm here, so he deliberately waited until the last minute to come out?" The artist frowned, and could not help but have this ridiculous idea.

However, the door of the coffee shop never opened.

Time is running out!

"I didn't expect you to have this hobby."

A familiar voice came from beside him.

"Scared!"

The artist was frightened, "You, you, when did you come out?" ”

"Just now."

As he spoke, Cheng Hai pushed her shoulder and said, "Actually, I think the man just now is good, you can think about it." ”

"Nice fart! The guy's car looks like it's rented. The artist looked disdainful.

"Connoisseur~" Cheng Hai said with a smile.

"No, how did you find me?!" The artist finally noticed that something was wrong, and his face changed drastically.

"I'll tell you when it's over, ...... now"

Cheng Hai glanced at the time on his phone and said with a smile: "The second round has begun, I hope you don't let me down." ”