The days are fast, and the end of the year is coming in a blink of an eye.

At the beginning of December, the regular meeting was held.

On either side of the long black oak tables in the main hall sat the important members of the Night Castle.

This is probably the most lively meeting in the previous Night Castle Hall, with many new faces, Han Qingluo, as a bloodline teacher, naturally has a seat, Gray Eye and Aisha are sitting at the very end, and the newly promoted Rose is also among them.

The number has increased from six to eleven.

"It's been a lively year." While the others were reporting, Yuke glanced around and muttered to Lenson beside him. Listening to his words, Lenson followed suit and nodded approvingly.

Then there is the long debriefing time......

After the last Ross finished reporting and sat back in his position, Jue, who was sitting on the main seat, spoke: "The situation is generally understood, do you have anything else to mention?" If not, the meeting is adjourned. ”

There was a brief silence in the hall.

Loris looked around, and when she saw that no one had any opinions, she spoke first, "It's almost Christmas, shall we have a banquet?" ”

Her words reminded the members present that Christmas is still more than ten days away.

"If you want to hold a banquet, in addition to inviting the blood clan of the Tsmisi tribe, you also have to invite the Xitai tribe, right?" Ross on the side suggested.

Hearing this, Ben casually raised his eyelids and glanced at Rose, who noticed him, smiled and gestured to him, and turned around.

Seeing that no one continued to answer, Jue answered: "As an alliance clan, the Xitai clan wants to be invited, do you have any other ideas?" ”

"Let's just live as it was in the past." Yufu should be reconciled.

Hunter said that there is no need to worry about the funds, and all the expenses are on him. Yuke also didn't have any superfluous ideas, and Rensen, a rough man, was not interested in the festival either.

Jin and Aisha spoke in unison, and they both listened to Lord Jue's orders. Gray eyes are stunned, and they are only responsible for sitting and filling the numbers. At this time, all eyes focused on Han Qingluo, who had not yet expressed his position.

Han Qingluo, who was stared at by several pairs of eyes, could no longer stay out of it, and said, "Are we going out to purchase?" ”

"What to buy?" Yuke was the first to ask.

"Give apples on Christmas Eve and gifts for Christmas. Haven't you all been like this? Han Qingluo hesitated a little, her impression of Christmas seemed to be basically this process.

"What is Christmas Eve and why give apples? What to give for Christmas? Yuke asked three times. All the puzzled eyes stared at Han Qingluo again.

Han Qingluo lowered his eyelashes and went through the timeline in his mind, it was 1550, that is, the 16th century, and there seemed to be no Christmas Eve at this time, and there was no Santa Claus who appeared after the 19th century, let alone Christmas songs.

"Why are you stunned?"

Yuke spoke up again, interrupting Han Qingluo's thoughts. She looked around, all eyes fixed on her, frowning, as if she had forgotten what Yuke had asked.

Suddenly, Jue on the main throne stared at Han Qingluo with a curious expression and asked, "How do you future people spend Christmas?" ”

Han Qingluo patted his head, and then remembered what he wanted to say: "It is said that the day before Christmas in the future is Christmas Eve, and no matter how late Christmas Eve is, everyone will go home to get together with their relatives, and if it is on our side, they will send apples." On Christmas Day, there will be a magical Santa Claus to give everyone gifts, and everyone will sing Christmas songs at the table to celebrate. ”

As soon as the words fell, Yuke, the 100,000 why did he start to obsess over Christmas Eve and Apple's question again.

Han Qingluo didn't know how to explain this problem, this Westerner and Chinese live differently, and she can't slowly explain to him the same sound of apple and Ping An in Chinese, and sending apples means peace.

If you want to explain, it will be endless, and she doesn't like to explain complex problems the most, especially Xiaobai, who doesn't know the background at all, will kill her brain cells.

Just when she was worried, Loris spoke out to save Han Qingluo for the first time: "Yuke, stop, how can there be so much?" Then he looked at Han Qingluo with a smile, "Hearing you say this, this year's Christmas will definitely be very different, why don't you leave the Christmas to you?" ”

Han Qingluo was half a beat slowly, and before he could react, Loris said to the other members of the group, "What do you think?" I think she'll be up to the task. ”

Han Qingluo was not allowed to refuse, Jue loudly agreed with Clores's proposal, and others also agreed. In this way, she took on the task of arranging the Christmas banquet in a daze.

After all, they are tired of a single ordinary Christmas, and everyone is still looking forward to Han Qingluo to bring them a new Christmas experience.

At the end of the meeting, Jue left Han Qingluo alone.

Looking at their scattered backs, Han Qingluo still couldn't help but put his eyes on a back, I don't know if it was Jin intentional or unintentional, he suddenly turned around, and when the four eyes met, Han Qingluo quickly turned his head.

"What's wrong?" Aisha noticed that Kim was strange and followed his gaze.

Jin stepped forward and said casually, "It's nothing. ”

Aisha didn't ask anything more and silently followed.

When he looked back at the door of the main hall again, it had already become empty, and Han Qingluo was still a little lost in his heart.

"Is there anything you need for Christmas?"

Jue's voice pulled her thoughts back, and Han Qingluo raised his head to look at Jue. He added, "If you need my help, call me at any time." ”

"Definitely!" Han Qingluo smiled and sat down on the edge of the long table, "There are still a lot of places where you need the boss at that time, I hope you won't be upset then!" ”

Jue smiled lightly, and the two of them smiled politely. For a moment, I fell into an awkward silence, not knowing how to speak, and I didn't know where to start.

……

"You!"

At the same time, blurted out.

"You speak first!"

Again, in unison.

Han Qingluo laughed helplessly, and Jue was the same, this embarrassing and coincidental time point seemed to be deliberately playing tricks on the two of them.

Jue: "It's better for you to say it first, otherwise if you continue to fight, no one can say." ”

Han Qingluo shrugged, raised his eyebrows with a smile, looked at Jue quietly for a while, and quipped, "It's good when you're not scathing." ”

“……”

Jue only looked at her, frowned slightly, and said suddenly: "It's good when you don't talk back." ”

Both of them chuckled together in tacit understanding, and this was the time when their relationship was at its most harmonious, with no rivalry or disagreement.

Han Qingluo shook his body slightly, feeling very comfortable, and said softly, "Let's go buy tomorrow." ”

Jue: "Okay! ”

Han Qingluo: "Call everyone together!" ”

Jue: "Okay! ”

Han Qingluo: "Okay, Mr. 'Good'!" ”

Jue was stunned for a moment and turned his head: "Are you making fun of me?" ”

"No, Boss." She denied it, but the smile on her lips betrayed her.

Jue shook his head lightly to express helplessness, and continued to bring the topic back to the topic: "In addition to procurement, do you have any other plans?" ”

Han Qingluo crossed his arms and thought for a while, and said the prototype of his general idea to Jue one by one, Jue listened carefully, and his eyes showed a light of surprise from time to time: Maybe this year's Christmas Eve will be the most unique Christmas.

After listening to the plan, Jue expressed his very much agreement, the idea is not only novel, but also can bring new experiences to the bloodlines in the night castle, who are used to monotonous days, and also need surprises to adjust in the boring life, if the long life is not alarming, it will always seem boring and tired.

After making a decision, Han Qingluo went back first to continue to conceive the details, while Jue went to the study alone.

——

"Knock knock!"

The hand that was stroking the corner of the book froze, and Jue said calmly, "Please come in." A Bloodline pushed the door open, and he approached respectfully, pulling a letter from his bosom.

Jue closed the book, put it aside, and raised his hand to take the envelope. The Bloodspawn finished his duty, bowed, and left.

Looking at the envelope, Jue thoughtfully rubbed the red glue on the seal with his fingertips, which was a very familiar family emblem seal.

Tearing open the envelope and taking out the stationery, Jue glanced at the contents of it roughly, suddenly sneered, and threw the letter paper on the desk at will.

Picking up the book he had just read, he opened it and continued to lean back in his chair, his posture casual and elegant, as if he was not interested in what was on the envelope.

I saw a paragraph in the lower right corner of the letter next to the desk: Bach Hittai - this is a letter from the Hip tribe, a letter from the patriarch Bach himself.

The letter said that the Xitai wanted to spend a wonderful Christmas Eve with their allies, the Demon Party, in order to strengthen the alliance and promote the relationship between the two blood clans.

And the patriarch came in person, and a total of ten representatives rushed to the Night Castle, in order to show his sincerity, he would offer a big gift at that time, hoping that the leaders of the Demon Party would not be surprised by their rash visit.

After reading this ridiculous letter, Jue couldn't help but sneer, the Xitai clan did a lot of things to cut first and then play, and he hadn't officially invited him to the door, but he couldn't wait to come, and this letter was probably just a show.

It's really a bloodline with extreme hypocrisy, and I've never seen such a brazen bloodline!

Jue couldn't help but despise the Xitai clan in his heart.

Just treat it as a trivial matter, anyway, sooner or later you have to feast on the Xi Tai clan, it is only a matter of time, and I don't care about it and leave it aside and continue to read my own book.

——

On the other side, far away in the Black Sea, the territory of the Hitai tribe.

Around the campfire.

Patriarch Bach and more than a dozen other bloodlines were preparing horses and outfits for the long journey.

"Patriarch, you don't have to go in person, see that demon party, we'll be enough!" A Bloodline interjected.

Bach couldn't see any expression on his covered face, and only glanced at his exposed eyes, and the mouthy blood clan immediately lowered his head in fear, stiffened his body, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm sorry, patriarch." ”

Through the face towel, Bach calmly continued to pack his bags: "Don't raise yourself too high, it's easy to fall to death." ”

The Bloodclan who had been instructed immediately nodded yes, not daring to say more. The rest of the entourage also stepped up their movements.

After all, this is a long march.