Upton's pub, which was once quiet, is now deserted.

The unchanging slow-rocking song loops endlessly, with a provocative and ethereal melody that seems to be telling an ancient story.

Vivi's gaze followed the van as it walked away until it was completely out of sight.

After that moment, she suddenly became cold.

Maybe it's the melody, maybe it's something else, Vivi leaned against the threshold for a moment, and sighed slightly.

Looking up at the beauty and tranquility revealed by the starry sky, my thoughts seem to be inadvertently taken somewhere.

There was a 'poof' sound, which startled Yoga, who was in a trance.

Turning around, he found that it was Charlotte who lifted a large packed box and put it on the bar, and suddenly said, "Send it to the port." ”

Yu Xin looked at him puzzled, "These goods, Mr. Pea and Sage will come back to get them, we..."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Luo interrupted coldly, "This is the last box, there is no need to let them run again." ”

Yu Xin felt that it did make sense, and it just so happened that the things in the kitchen had just helped, and the rest was up to Mr. Hunter and the magicians to take care of the aftermath.

"Then I'll go."

Yu Xin just wanted to take over, but Charlotte was one step faster than her.

"I'll just go, it's heavy." He took the box with a seemingly expressionless face, and the outline of his facial features was clear and deep under the reflection of the light.

Seeing the back of Xia Luo leaving, Yu Xin's cold pupils revealed a mystery.

She knew better than anyone else what Charlotte meant.

Sure enough, I still care, right Xiaoyou.

The streets filled with the scent of night, and horse-drawn carriages drove steadily down Buck Street.

There are constantly passers-by coming and going, and there are all kinds of noisy sounds.

Everything seems to be rendered by a dream, the colorful lights of the streets emit a charming broken light, and the colorful world is like glass, like broken diamonds, and the beauty makes people reverie.

But such a beautiful scenery, Xiaoyou didn't have the slightest intention of appreciating it.

She nestled in the carriage and hugged her legs, her head seemed to be filled with a thick gloom, and she thought about everything that had happened again, and she wished that time could be turned back again.

What the hell was you doing?! Is it to get Charlotte's attention?

But the facts told her that Charlotte didn't react at all, he didn't react at all!!

Maybe he never cared, and he made such a boring and ridiculous move!

Xiaoyou is almost crazy, it's really embarrassing to lose face!

She suddenly dragged her head with her hands, her fingers embedded in her hair, and her head ached.

"Hey..."Xiao Bai, who was no longer silent, looked at her with some embarrassment.

She seemed to be in a bad mood, and she hadn't opened her mouth since she got into the car.

So Xiaobai was very cautious, for fear of angering her.

"You, are you alright?" He tentatively bent over to see how she was, his eyes full of concern.

At this time, Xiao You thought of Xiaobai, who was still sitting in the car, and she immediately sat up straight, and smiled reluctantly to say that she was fine.

"I'm sorry, I'm just thinking about things, so I might have lost my mind." She tucked her hair behind her ears in a natural way.

"Oh, it's okay." Seeing Xiaoyou answer himself like this, he didn't want to ask anything, so he nodded.

You re-examines Xiaobai, a boy who seems to be elegant and much older than himself, with a temperament that is different from ordinary people.

Dressed in white, his clean and natural complexion was set off, and his voice was thick and magnetic, like the attraction of gravity.

The gestures were full of calmness, not arrogant or impatient, and for that familiar feeling Xiaoyou didn't know where it came from, she didn't shy away from expressing the doubts in her heart.

"By the way, Xiaobai, have we met somewhere?"

"Huh?"

At that second, the surprise in Xiao Bai's eyes could not escape Xiao You's keen perception.

Her pupils turned from gloomy to doubtful, reflecting the light of a little oil lamp, and her heart was complicated.

Could it be that he had seen him before, as he felt?

But how is this possible?

"You say, have you seen me?" There was an intriguing look in his eyes, and he couldn't help but want to explore, and the urgency was suddenly broken by his relaxed tone, "Haha, maybe I've seen it in the Luther Daily or some books, because my work always has to be exposed." ”