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When Nangong Thirteen saw Wen Baiyu coming back, he saw that he didn't have anything in his hand, and he exploded instantly: "You rebel!" Are you going to starve your master to death?! ”

However, Wen Baiyu didn't even give Nangong Thirteen a look, silently bypassed Nangong Thirteen, picked up his guitar box, but didn't bring his most precious guitar, passed through Wu Chongnian's wandering soul body, and left without looking back.

Wu Chongde floated in mid-air, looking at the direction of Wen Baiyu's departure with a worried expression: "What's wrong with the domain?" Did you encounter something when you went out? ”

Wu Chongnian was very worried, he wanted to follow and take a look, but his soul body couldn't leave this villa at all.

"Lord Nangong, come along and have a look! The state of the domain is very wrong. ”

Nangong Thirteen was very angry, very angry.

He had been hungry for a long time, and he had been looking forward to Wen Baiyu coming back from buying food, but after Wen Baiyu came back, he didn't have anything, and even ignored him.

No, I'm so angry!

"It doesn't matter to me if he's dead!"

Wu Chongnian was anxious: "Isn't he your apprentice?" ”

Nangong Thirteen opened his mouth and came: "It's not now, I'll expel him from the division." ”

Wu Chongnian was puzzled: "When is it?" ”

Nangong Thirteen: "Right now." ”

Wu Chongnian: Is "......." so casual?

Nangong Thirteen was lying on the back of the sofa with his face on the back, his mouth was like this, but his eyebrows were tightly twisted.

Here, what happened when you went out?

The dead air that was obviously suppressed overflowed again, although it was very light, but it had begun to gradually thicken.

If it induces the death qi that was suppressed by him.

The death qi exploded, and Wen Baiyu really died.

At night, Nangong Thirteen suddenly turned over and sat up, his front feet had just stepped on the ground, and Wu Chongnian's voice sounded in the dark, and it also brought a gust of wind.

"Lord Nangong...... Where are you going? ”

Nangong Thirteen glared at Wu Chongnian: "Don't you sleep?" ”

Wu Chongnian was very innocent: "Have you forgotten Lord Nangong?" I'm dead, and I don't have to sleep. ”

Nangong 13: "......"

There is no way to refute it.

Nangong Thirteen took a step, and Wu Chongnian followed a little: "Lord Nangong, you can take me." ”

"I'm hungry, I'm going to find something to eat, what are you doing with me?! Can you eat it?! ”

"Also, I don't want to have a chiller by my side while I'm eating!"

Then, Nangong Thirteen was about to leave, and his front feet stepped out, and because of Wu Chongnian's words, he turned his head and came back.

Wu Chongnian: "Are you rich?" ”

Nangong Thirteen picked up the guitar that Wen Baiyu put aside, and said to Wu Chongnian impatiently: "Come in!" ”

Wu Chongnian immediately got in.

With Nangong Thirteen here, he can go out!

——A well-known music restaurant with a good environment, good service, good food, good music, and of course, high consumption.

When Yan Zhuo went online, he saw the recommendation of the 'Lingering Voice' restaurant, and asked Mo Hancheng to bring her here without saying a word.

Mo Wei'an also wanted to come, but Mo Han admitted that it was troublesome and decisively refused.

When he refused, he was still very humane, and asked Jat to help him order a takeout.

At this time, Mo Wei'an, who was eating takeaway alone at home, had a very stinky face, but when he thought that Mo Hancheng was going to invest in him, his face instantly improved a lot.

The first time I came to such a music restaurant, the elegant environment, the melodious music, and the moment I stepped in, my mood seemed to be better.

Yan Zhuo took Mo Hancheng's arm, and under the leadership of the waiter, he came to the predetermined position.

"Thank you." Yan Zhuo was very obedient and politely thanked the waiter.

The waiter smiled politely back: "No thanks. ”

Mo Hancheng saw the interaction between the two Rao, and felt a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously pulled Yan Zhuo's hand.

Yan Zhuo turned his head, a little puzzled: "Momo, what's wrong?" ”

Mo Hancheng's thin lips pursed slightly: "It's nothing." ”

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^