The woman is petite, with short bright ear-length purple hair that stands out in the sun, a thick smoky eye makeup on her face, dark purple lipstick, and a white lollipop in her mouth. After going out, the woman walked to the motorcycle, picked up the purple bright colored striped helmet hanging on the dragon's head and put it on, and then as soon as the clothes were lifted, the person rode on the bike in an extremely beautiful and cool posture.

"Which direction?" the woman asked, her voice as cold as a mountain.

The scar-faced man quickly took out his mobile phone and said respectfully: "Second Miss Hui, Chu Xiangjun is going west...... I went in the direction of West Main Street. ”

Liang Xiaodao nodded, slammed the accelerator of the motorcycle to the maximum, and with a bang, it was gone. The wind blew the woman's fur coat, revealing the two long machetes she was carrying behind her back.

Scarface: "......"

Looking at the back in the distance, Scarface's face was messy in the wind, and the smartphone in his hand and the chain screen password hadn't had time to unlock it.

The noon sun is blazing, the road is steaming, it is early summer, although there is no heat wave rolling in the air, but standing under the sun all the time will be sweaty.

"Dead Dragon Yao, Stinky Dragon Yao, fake kindness. ”

Chu Xiangjun was carrying Long Yao's big and heavy schoolbag, looking sad, Long Yao actually asked him to help him do his homework, and it was difficult to repay the personal debt.

Looking at the scorching sun overhead, Chu Xiangjun stretched out his tongue and licked his chapped lips, and there was a rumbling sound in his stomach.

It's already past lunch time now, but Chu Xiangjun is so shy that he can't even pay two yuan for the bus fare, let alone have money to buy something to eat.

Chu Xiangjun took off his coat and put it on his head, and then put Long Yao's schoolbag on his back, the whole person was weak and listless.

The excitement of the world seems to have nothing to do with Chu Xiangjun, Chu Xiangjun is like a walking corpse, his eyes are blank, and he walks forward mechanically. When passing a fork in the road, Chu Xiangjun stopped and sniffed hard.

"It smells so good!"

The faint aroma of food makes you whet your appetite just by smelling it.

Chu Xiangjun unconsciously took a step backwards, walked back to the alley he had just passed, and after stopping for a while, Chu Xiangjun went to the alley.

Just as Chu Xiangjun stepped into the alley with his front foot, and with his back foot, Liang Xiaodao rode a motorcycle and roared past the road behind Chu Xiangjun.

Chu Xiangjun looked at the alley as he walked. At your feet are smooth colourful cobblestone paths, which are flat and comfortable to walk on, and the alleys are lined with small shops, cafes, dessert shops, and candy houses...... Each shop is small in size, but the decoration is exquisite and the style is outstanding.

Chu Xiangjun smelled the smell of food in the air, and walked all the way to the innermost Japanese restaurant.

Compared to other restaurants, this Japanese restaurant is already quite large, and it is twice the size of other restaurants. On the left side of the store door is a blooming pink and white fake cherry tree, vivid, as if exuding a faint fragrance of flowers, and on the right side of the door, there is a smiling little monk made of stone about two or three years old.

The door of the store is made of long palm-wide wooden planks, which is antique and full of Zen feeling. At this moment, the planks on both sides have been closed, leaving only a small gap in the middle, which can accommodate the width of one person entering and exiting.

Chu Xiangjun sniffed vigorously and made sure that the fragrance came from here, so he was about to go in through the gap in the middle of the door to take a look, who knew that at this moment, the phone rang.