Chapter 244: Opening of the business

At nine o'clock in the morning, the teahouse "Qingshui Thatched Cottage" in the old city was unloaded, and the quaint and old wooden door was gently pushed open, revealing a resolute but slightly dull face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Li Yiming quietly stared at the plaque written in scribble, a trace of melancholy rose in his heart, and he felt that he was moving at will, the corners of his mouth pulled upward, as if he was feeling, and laughed self-deprecatingly, but this smile was fruitless, and the corners of his sluggish mouth just twitched incoherently.

I have always borne everything passively, and now I have returned to the starting point, and the road behind, can I choose by myself?

Walking into the teahouse, he glanced at the furnishings in the hall, according to Li Yiming's explanation, the old boss didn't change anything here when he left, and everything was still like that.

The old owner seemed to be afraid that Li Yiming would regret it, and in just three days after receiving the money, he completed all the formalities, and from this moment on, Li Yiming was the new owner of this teahouse.

Although the furnishings did not move, the whole teahouse seemed to be deliberately cleaned, and the surroundings were spotless, Li Yiming casually walked to the counter, took out a set of kung fu tea sets, and quietly made himself a pot of tea.

The boiling water was churning, the tea was fragrant, and the ceramic teacup in his hand was raised, Li Yiming frowned slightly, and through the window, his eyes fell to the street outside.

Two dilapidated vans stopped across the street, the doors opened, and more than a dozen strangely dressed young men burst out, with exaggerated manners and perverse behavior, three steps and one shake, two swaying towards the teahouse, and the little gangster who was shocked by Li Yiming's gaze three days ago was among them.

It seems that this gang of gangsters or the developer behind the gangsters also received the news that the teahouse had changed hands, and the first time the new owner opened, it made people feel it.

More than a dozen gangsters were imposing, and they opened a lot of formation on the road, and the passers-by avoided one after another, and they did not rush directly into the teahouse, but just a group of people gathered on the side of the road and blocked the door of the teahouse.

"Brother Tian. We're just standing? A thug looked evil, glanced suspiciously at the door of the teahouse, and approached the leader with glasses and said.

"Listen to the boss." The gangster leader known as Brother Tian also glanced at the door of the teahouse, but his eyes inadvertently revealed a deep jealousy, and his steps subconsciously moved two steps away from the gate.

Li Yiming, who was sitting in front of the coffee table, glanced at the door coldly, took a small sip of tea, gently put down the teacup, and picked up a cloth bag under the coffee table, which contained a string of wooden beads, and the color looked like small leaves of red sandalwood, but it was frivolous, and the yak patterns on the surface were uneven, it should be the fake Lu's black sandalwood on the market, which was probably left by the original boss.

Li Yiming didn't mind the material of the bracelet, he played with it lightly in his hand, and he had already guessed one or two of the gangsters at the door, and he bought the teahouse on a whim, and he didn't think about making money from this, let him go.

Tea after cup, the sun sets, the time of the day passes quickly, and the gangsters at the door always surround the door, their eyes provocatively scanning every pedestrian passing by the door of the teahouse. And Li Yiming was like an old monk, sitting motionless in front of the coffee table, just staring at the bracelet in his hand. After a day of playing, the wooden beads in his hands are shiny and bright, faintly revealing the brilliance of the eyes. The disc play of the wooden bead bracelet relies on the oil of the human body and the heat of the disc to cause the oil of the wooden bead itself to disperse and form a pulp on the surface, and Li Yiming is a holy order, and his own aura is extraordinary.

"Brother Tian, it's been a day, and there are no guests, I think that kid can last a few days." The little thug with purple hair casually flicked the cigarette butt in front of the teahouse and smiled playfully.

"Shut up." The leader of the gangsters with glasses glanced at the teahouse intentionally or unintentionally, and took a deep breath, if he had a choice, he really didn't want to come to this place again. The gloomy young man inside is not comparable to the old man before, and if he leads people around him like this, he may not know what moths can come out of the back.

As if the gangster called Brother Tian had come true, a black van passed through the old street, and stopped steadily at the door of the teahouse, this car has no signs all over its body, and it is not even possible to see what brand of car it is, the brand is also very ordinary, but the perfect streamlining of the body and the quiet paint of the color can be seen at a glance. Understated and luxurious.

The car door slowly opened, and the gangsters who were surrounding them subconsciously took a few steps back, the gangsters are not fools, they have their own survival skills, who can be bullied, who can not be messed with They have their own way of distinguishing, and the car parked in front of them makes them subconsciously vigilant.

A pair of slender and long-legged legs stepped out of the car door, the buttocks wrapped in khaki leggings were round and elastic, the short white tight leather jacket, a crystal pendant on the open neckline was naughtily attached to the career line, the long wavy hair was draped casually on the shoulders, and the peerless face under the purple wide-brimmed sunglasses was amazing.

"Goo-toot!" The sound of neat saliva swallowing resounded all around, and the gangsters collectively lost their voices, staring at the amorous woman in front of them with a dry mouth.

"Heavenly ...... Brother Tian...... Be...... It's Fang Shui'er......" The purple-haired gangster stammered, and his right hand with a metal chain subconsciously pulled the crotch of his pants.

Fang Shui'er got out of the car and glanced suspiciously at the gangsters around the door, this glance made the gangsters around him pause, and one by one subconsciously straightened his chest, posing as a jade tree in the wind.

Frowning slightly, Fang Shui'er calmly glanced at the quaint teahouse plaque, took a deep breath, and walked towards the teahouse with gentle steps.

"Brother Tian, she...... She looks like she's going into the teahouse......"

"I know." The gangster leader licked his lips, and his dodgy gaze stared at Fang Shui'er's twisting waist tightly.

"We ...... Can't we stop it? ”

"Stop?" The leader of the gangsters looked stunned, yes, he came here to stop the guests, but this ......

At the moment when the leader of the gangsters was stunned, Fang Shui'er, who was about to enter the teahouse, suddenly stopped, and turned to look at the group of gangsters thoughtfully.

"You, come here." Fang Shui'er spoke softly, raised her slender finger and nodded at Brother Tian.

"Alas!" Brother Tian was shocked, first looked at the left and right suspiciously, and when he was sure that Fang Shui'er was calling him, his face was instantly filled with strange pride, and with an excited smile on his face, he quickly rushed to Fang Shui'er's side.

"Go to the flower shop opposite and buy 20 flower baskets, and the extra money will give you hard money." Fang Shui'er's eyes fell on a flower shop across the street, and she casually took out a wad of cash from her bag, a thick stack, estimated to be about 10,000 yuan.

"Flower baskets?" The thug raised his eyebrows, and seemed to have no reaction at once.

"Questions?" Fang Shui'er's lips opened lightly, and her coquettish voice shook the hearts of the gangsters.

"No, no, right away, right away." Brother Tian shook his head vigorously, then nodded vigorously, and happily rushed to the flower shop with small steps, leaving behind his subordinates with envious faces.

Pushing open the wooden door of the teahouse, Fang Shui'er saw Li Yiming sitting in front of the tea table with his eyes closed at a glance, and he was full of emotions for a while.

This is the man...... He's back......

"The teahouse is well decorated, and those are the security guards you hired at the door?" Seeing that Li Yiming never opened his eyes, Fang Shui'er settled down and pretended to be casual.

"Sit down." Li Yiming opened his mouth calmly and slowly opened his eyes, but instead of looking at Fang Shui'er, he turned over a teacup on the table and poured a cup of tea for Fang Shui'er skillfully.

With just two words, Fang Shui'er's heart shook again, and this man changed again...... When I first met, I was dumbfounded, but it was mysterious, like an abyss and cold current, which made people unpredictable, and when I saw him again, the evil spirit was awe-inspiring, and the edge was revealed, and then it felt deep and vast, like an ocean, and now it ......

A pool of stagnant water, undisturbed, but lifeless......

"Tell me what happened this year." Li Yiming put down the teapot and finally fell his gaze on Fang Shui'er's peerless face, and his gaze was full of gentleness.

For Fang Shui'er, Li Yiming was grateful, at the music festival, Li Yiming was the enemy of the world, even the partners who had been intersecting with their lives were life and death, only Fang Shui'er, at that time, stood behind his back, pulled the Min Yue Falling Star Bow, and shot arrows at his enemies.

Although it may be because of the "slave contract" soul locking spell, Fang Shui'er can't help himself, but this love, Li Yiming admitted.

"You don't know what happened next?" Fang Shui'er sat down opposite Li Yiming, with a restrained expression.

"I just woke up." Li Yiming gently pushed the teacup in front of Fang Shui'er.

"I don't know what happened in the sky, I only know that after the secret realm of the music festival collapsed, the laws of heaven have changed greatly." Fang Shui'er carefully held the teacup in the palm of her hand and looked at Li Yiming intently.

"Tell me about it."

"The scars of everyone's lives are gone." Fang Shui'er froze down, as if she didn't know where to start, she thought about it for a while, and directly said the biggest change.

"Death marks gone?" Li Yiming was shocked in his heart, the life mark was the biggest restriction of the Heavenly Dao on the Dao Protector, and it was one of the biggest reasons why the Dao Protector had to go to the secret realm to participate in the secret realm. The existence of life marks has always been the biggest shackle of the Protector, and only by continuously completing the secret realm tasks and obtaining the Life Mark Reward can the life of the Protector be continued. And now, the scars of life are gone......

In fact, Li Yiming had some faint feelings about the changes in the life marks, but all along, he, a loophole who was hovering outside the laws of the Heavenly Dao, did not have much understanding of the life marks, and his feelings were not particularly clear.

"Your consciousness is that the Heavenly Dao has let go of the restraints on the Dao Protectors?"

"Yes, for a whole year after that, I have never heard of a single protector who has been guided by the Heavenly Dao again."

"The scars are gone...... That...... The use of talent ...... "Li Yiming's heart moved, and he thought of another key, in addition to representing the life of the protector, there is also a layer of constraints.

In the non-secret realm, if the protector uses any supernatural power, he will consume life marks, which is also a limitation of the Heavenly Dao's ability to the protector.

"No limits...... Fang Shui'er took a deep breath, slowly raised his left hand, and a small crystal bow was quietly suspended in the palm of his hand, the streamer was dim, gorgeous and colorful.

(Happy New Year everyone, 2017, hope I can keep it updated.) Thank you for your continued support. ）