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"Is that really a dragon?"

"That's right!"

"Shenlong?"

"Five-clawed white dragon, the level is not low. It's a dragon! ”

"The more claws, the higher the level?"

"The highest is nine paws, and when I was young, I met one who wanted to catch him back as a pet, and I scratched his face. It took me 500 years of cultivation to repair my face! ”

"Five hundred years? Are you 500 years old? ”

"It's about nine thousand years old. That's why people around me call me 9,000 years old. ”

"Let's talk about the dragon again. I don't quite understand how the dragons are ranked? But this is the first time I've seen it, and to be honest, I'm tempted. ”

"You're in love with dragons?"

"I want to draw him."

"That's a she-dragon."

"Oh, draw her."

"Yes! But I'll have to talk to her about it and see when she has time. ”

"Okay. Being friends with you, it turns out that there is also this benefit. ”

"Of course!"

The penultimate sentence was said by Ziliang.

He heard that Xu Lai had brought a young man into the booth of the bar, and as the boss, he naturally wanted to come over to take a look. As a result, as soon as I came in, I heard them talking about dragons.

Ziliang and Xu Lai had been in contact and knew that they were not bragging.

I think I really encountered some legendary dragon.

But he knows the rules very well, and he doesn't ask more questions when he shouldn't.

I just called a few beautiful little girls to come over and accompany the wine.

Then I asked someone to bring some more wine.

Looking at the way he looks, he has obviously adapted to the identity of the bar owner.

It took less than two days and one night.

It is easy to go from simplicity to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to simplicity.

This kind of thing, Xu Lai didn't remind anything.

After all, their relationship was nowhere near as deep as his and Vincent van Gogh.

Through the ability to look at the front and back, Ziliang will experience some twists and turns in the future, but judging from the situation when he and Xu Lai meet again in the future, this guy should not be too bad.

They continued to look at the singer as they watched the stage.

The girls who accompanied the wine on the side tried their best to coax the two men in front of them to drink.

Xu Lai couldn't coax them, and even when they tried to get closer, they felt that the aura around him was too strong, so that they couldn't breathe.

The painter, they sat a lot closer.

But this guy is a nerd, and he has no emotions at all.

In the end, Ziliang simply drove them all away.

Just give the two of them a quiet moment, and go with himself to deal with the friends he has newly met through his identity as a bar owner.

......

The singer with glasses on the stage is called Li Di.

The same age as Vincent.

Even in the same situation.

The only difference is that he has a mother who loves him very much.

As the emotions erupted in his singing:

"You, don't worry about anything

We sang together

All your pain, you

Buried deep inside you

What is in the past will pass

It all has its past truth

Sing of the past

It shows that he has loved without regrets

You have many hard things

Lost freshness

All your pain, you

Stop blaming yourself

What is in the past will pass

It all has its past truth

We sang together

It means that we have no regrets and have dreams

We sang together

It means that we want to build new dreams

What is in the past will pass

It all has its past truth

We sang together

It means that we have no regrets and have dreams

What is in the past will pass

It all has its past truth

We sang together

It means that we have no regrets and have dreams......"

He speaks the language of his homeland.

Fortunately, Xu Lai could understand.

Vincent understood the meaning of the lyrics, too.

He silently stared at the tears that appeared in Li Di's eyes, slowly lowered his head, he took out his mobile phone and glanced at it.

After looking at this for a long time, it was not until the 3-minute automatic lock phone screen went black.

He came back to his senses, put away his phone, and retracted the sadness around his eyes.

He stared at the stage ahead.

But there was fog in his eyes, and he could no longer see what the weeping singing voice looked like when it sang.

"What's wrong?"

Xu Lai on the side felt the sudden change in his body, and with his ability, he knew what was happening.

But sometimes, for different people and things, he still takes the initiative to ask more.

Because letting the other party say it is also some kind of venting.

"My mom died, and she just ......"

Vincent tried to squeeze a smile.

He tried, and failed.

Xu Lai followed and said:

"Do you need to go back and see her one last time? It will be there soon. ”

Vincent naturally believed this.

After all, a guy who can fly around with dragons, this kind of thing should be easy for him.

But Vincent refused.

"Don't."

He didn't know what words to use to describe his mood at the moment.

It's uncomfortable.

But it's so aggrieved.

Say it!

Useless.

Don't talk about it!

I felt aggrieved and uncomfortable.

"She didn't like me, especially not like me going back. Arrange for my brother not to tell me, hoping that I won't go back and embarrass her. ”

So he said with a smile, the smile was a wry smile, and it was the only expression he could find that fit the sentence.

I have to say that Van Gogh's source of pain in this life is inseparable from his parents.

Especially their disdain for Van Gogh's paintings.

"Draw! Draw! What are you! How much can painting help you make? Can he make you live a good life? Look at the neighbor's Jack, everyone is on the road! Look at you again! Until now, you have to ask your brother to lend you money secretly. How embarrassed are you to be a brother! Can you throw away the bullshit dreams you drew and see the reality clearly. Okay, I'm begging you. Don't draw any more, no one likes that thing you draw. ”

Xu Lai stopped watching.

This was not the first time he had heard about the curses that Van Gogh's parents had placed on him.

I even saw it once.

So, then they died.

This matter was not clear to Van Gogh in the previous life.

The death of his parents was the work of this friend next to him.

But the death of Van Gogh's parents did not change Van Gogh much.

On the contrary, the pain has already taken root in Van Gogh's heart.

It's not one person, two people can die and it can be solved.

It's a troublesome thing.

However, at this moment, Xu Lai is facing more troubles than these.

He looked in the direction of the bar entrance.

The three figures, pretending to be ordinary, were walking towards the bar crowd, deliberately away from their booths.

"I'm old, and I miscalculated."

Xu said to himself:

"I thought it would be the aliens who did it first, and it turned out to be them?"

"What a!"

He couldn't help but curse.

Van Gogh on the side temporarily stopped his sadness and asked Xu Lai curiously:

"What's wrong?"

"Do you want me to teach you something weird?"

Xu said.

"What's weird?"

Van Gogh asked, puzzled.

"Like alchemy......"

Xu said:

"I'm good at alchemy, and I've taught a lot of great students! What is the name of the best student I remember...... Edward, yes, Edward Elric! ”