The shopkeeper's shoulders shook inadvertently. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Now I'll bring Qingtian back to you, and forget about grandma's heart." Su Ya's fingers left the demon knife, and the vibration of the demon knife stopped abruptly.

"Did she mention me?"

"Never, if it weren't for secretly reading Grandma's diary, I wouldn't even know you existed." Su Ya said truthfully, for the old man in front of him, the truth is much better than empty kindness.

No more nostalgia, no more worry, no more reverie.

The shopkeeper was completely silent, and the mellow liquor flowed on the ground, forming a small sea. Chili became a boat, drifting on the sea. As the sea expanded, the red boat crashed into the back of the shopkeeper.

As expected, he has been waiting for his grandmother here for fifty years. No one can find the address here, but it's easy to get here by following the route recorded in Grandma's yellowed diary. Suya thought to herself.

She looked at the sky outside, and it was gloomy. If you don't hurry up and set up a tent, you'll probably have to sleep with the sand tonight.

She stood on her tiptoes and gently jumped over obstacles all over the ground. She crossed the "sea" and picked up the fallen "boat", leaving the demon knife Qingtian to lie quietly on the bench.

Walking to the door of the shop, Su Ya suddenly remembered something.

"Grandma mentioned you more than once in her diary, and she said that the reason why she liked you but didn't choose you was because she couldn't remember what you looked like."

"'We've grown up together, but I'm insecure when I'm with you.'" That's what she said. Su Ya waved goodbye, farewell to the demon knife Qingtian, and farewell to the old man who pretended to be asleep.

Su Ya walked a long way, and the sky was half dark and half bright. The sun was still half a head in the sky, and the light left a ripple of light. But the moon was already hanging high, and the stars were competing with the sun.

It was a beautiful night. Suya spread her hands and felt the breeze that began to cool.

There were some discordant sounds behind him, breaking the tranquility of heaven and earth. Su Ya took it casually, and the demon knife Qingtian trembled in her hand.

"I heard something from Aoda that I shouldn't have heard...... She was killed by the Eight Deceitful Gods...... After so many years, I still can't escape. The shopkeeper, dressed sloppy, appeared at the door of the shop.

"Keep this knife, it likes you."

"Does it like my blood, or does it like my soul?" Su Ya looked at the demon knife Qingtian and said lightly.

As one of the eight inferior weapons, with the demon sword Qingtian, the success rate of killing gods will be much greater.

Demons and monsters, heaven and earth will be destroyed. The name of the "demon" of the eight inferior weapons - the demon knife Qingtian.

"Take it to Laixiali in the west, report my name, Luo Tong, and you will find the people of the god hunt." Said the shopkeeper.

"What about you? Just keep waiting here, waiting for someone who will never come? Su Ya asked curiously.

"I'll be there later." The shopkeeper smiled, helpless.

You can't always remember what I look like, so you don't feel safe with me? I can't help it, after all, I'm Luo Tong!

Faceling, Rotong.

No man's land, in the imperial city where the sun does not see the light of day.

A man in a clown mask swaggers down the road, with three rubber balls following him like rats. On the side of the road, a woman in her mid-thirties smiled at the clown masked man, who turned the corner and walked towards the woman.

The woman put down her coffee and squirmed to her feet. Her slit cheongsam fell from her standing position, covering her oily and shiny thighs.

"Here, how did you get covered in mud?" The woman covered her mouth and smiled "tsk".

The clown masked man slapped the woman's plump buttocks, and pinched it casually to test the feel. Because of the question raised by the woman, he was angry and said, "Don't mention it, the ghost knows that the imperial city is closed to the sky so early, and I fell for no reason." ”

The women are held by the clown masked man, and they hook up and walk into a coffee shop. The sign on the door of the café shows that it is closed, and many regular customers have not been able to taste their favorite coffee for a long time.

Probably yesterday, the last day since the opening of the Imperial City's closed formation, this coffee shop has been in a state of temporary closure.

For the Clown Masked Man, this coffee shop has become the stuff of their god-killing class.

"Relax, since you're back with your sister, it's like you're back at home." The woman said with a smile.

"Windmill, if you don't take good care of yourself, I'm afraid you're going to start getting age spots. Look at yourself, the crow's feet are so noticeable, as if they are engraved on the face...... Who knows you're only twenty-one now? The clown masked man dismayed the woman named Windmill and opened the door of the coffee shop first.

"It's just youth, there is giving and taking." Windmill has become accustomed to the slanderous words of the clown mask man, and the words that are disgusting to ordinary women are only in her ears.

The clown masked man enters the coffee shop, followed by the windmill. She cautiously watched the pedestrians outside the door and closed the door of the coffee shop.

This coffee shop is a simple and elegant, humanistic style with a different artistic conception. Quaint wooden floors, maroon curtains, and some wood furniture are its main elements. In such a coffee shop, you can enjoy a calm state of mind, a simple and nostalgic feeling.

There is no hustle and bustle, only calmness, just faint music and soft lighting.

Engraving Time – The name of this coffee shop is flattering.

In the coffee shop, there are waitresses in long-skirted maid outfits, and there are male waiters in slim waiter outfits. Her costume is a light makeup cat ear series, and his costume is a luxury young master series, and their charm stays for a certain time, the body is stiff, and the movements remain unmoving. Only the blood that flows down the narrow-leaved vines can prove that time is still flowing.

A tender green vine grew from their mouths, and its veins flowed with a bright red liquid, the essence drawn from the depths of their bodies. It transports nutrients upwards, and a small red flower blooms in its slender place. The vines on the waiter's body have a more mature dark green color, and the vines have found a fixed position in the various body joints of the waiter's body to prevent their standard standing posture from being deformed by slight vibrations.

Life force flowed through the vines, but the waiter's skin was as dry as a fallen leaf.

Dead to life?

The reason for the closure of the coffee shop is probably not wanted by regular customers. Of course, the god-killing class didn't really want to tell anyone.

The attendants here were all killed, and the corpses were bound by vines to maintain their pre-death posture. The owner of the coffee shop has been replaced, and now the one who brews coffee in front of the bar is a black-haired girl in a kimono.

The water fish sat in front of the black-haired girl and watched her make coffee stupidly.

"Windmill, why didn't you digest these corpses? They died so ugly, how scary to keep. Clown Xia Dongyang said disgustedly.

"I don't eat indiscriminately, it's not good for my skin." Windmill said.

"Master!" Hearing Xia Dongyang's voice, the water fish jumped up from the chair and pounced on the man under the clown mask.

"I miss you so much, my darling." Xia Dongyang hugged the water fish and said.

"It's coming."

The black-haired girl didn't raise her head and continued to tinker with her coffee.

"Squad leader, you're still so depressed." Xia Dongyang said jokingly.