"It's time to get off work, and I'll hang up right away. Guests, I wish you a speedy recovery and a happy trip! ”

After speaking, I really didn't wait for a second, and hung up directly.

At the same time, Yuan Qingli heard a long bell ringing outside the door that ran through the entire circus.

She lowered her eyes to the landline screen, it was 22 o'clock.

So fast?

Yuan Qingli was shocked.

"I was in pain like that in my room, I was dying for an hour, why did it suddenly take three hours? Is this time for sale? ”

After Mu Yingshan heard Yuan Qingli say this, she answered her questions in a serious way.

"There's nothing strange about it."

"Huh? Then please use your concept of the cultivation realm to help me explain. Yuan Qingli borrowed the paper at the front desk and skillfully wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth.

He wiped his red-stained fingers from the only clean spot on the paper.

"Although I have not regained my full strength now, my perception has not been weakened. The speed of time in this small hotel is indeed abnormal. In terms of the passage of time......"

"I'll talk about this later, take me to the service hall first... If I don't go, I'll probably be hanging up on this copy because of blood loss. ”

Yuan Qingli only felt a pain in her brain.

Sword Immortal is also a part-time astronomer?

If he wants to go on, he must not discuss "A Brief History of Time".

"We have to be back in the rest area by eleven o'clock."

Mu Yingshan didn't say anything about being interrupted, and seemed to have listened.

He handed the scabbard to Yuan Qingli, and his pursed lips revealed a sense of randomness: "Hold on." ”

Yuan Qingli pushed away the scabbard and squinted.

"I vomited blood, but my consciousness was much clearer."

If it weren't for Yuan Qingli's pale face and the corners of her mouth hooked and wiped a faint blood red, Mu Yingshan almost believed it when she heard her words that were light and breezy.

He turned his head to look, and the cheongsam girl suddenly raised the corners of her mouth, and a strange smile appeared on her face.

"It's just a headache that explodes, like an excavator in my head. Hehe, if it hurts for a night, I probably won't be able to go to the copy. ”

Mu Yingshan once again felt the murderous aura that could tear apart his soul.

What a good seedling, after entering the demon, it must be worse than himself.

The line of sight of inquiry was interrupted by Yuan Qingli.

"Let's go."

The service hall is located not far from the lounge area, which is located in the center of the lounge area and the performance hall.

The road was very quiet.

If Yuan Qingli is not mistaken, this point should be the time when the tourists return to the rest area after watching the performance, why didn't anyone see it?

Until she arrived at the service hall, she didn't meet half a person on the way.

As soon as she entered the service hall, she seemed to be wrapped in a warm and comfortable feeling, and the pain was reduced by two points.

A wooden box of bright roses sits in the center of the hall.

The edge is surrounded by a white fence of different textures, and in front of the gate, a raised rose occupies the head of the fence.

Rose, how can she see it everywhere? Is this a haunting ghost or a tireless pursuit?

Warm yellow light pours down, splashing ink and spreading a delicate sheen.

The hall is filled with staff dressed in clown costumes of various colors.

Yuan Qingli's gaze swept over, and the seven-colored rainbow was complete.

When she entered, everyone stopped, didn't move, didn't even blink their eyes.

It's like, it's like a TV set has been pressed the pause button.

This eerie tranquility is like a pool of stagnant water that can't make the slightest wave.

Seeing this scene, Mu Yingshan rarely spoke first: "They are all moving, who are you going to ask?" ”

Yuan Qingli turned his head: "Or, let's come to rock-paper-scissors?" One person chooses a color, and the color that wins is the first person we greet to be the first to greet us? ”

Mu Yingshan's eyes were surprised, as if asking, are you really here?

Yuan Qingli sighed slightly, she didn't have any thoughts now.

The princess with an iron fan whose stomach hurts like burrowing into her grandson's monkey may be a hedgehog who is even more naughty than her grandson's monkey.

I didn't know what color clown to wear for help.

"There's another way." She looked up, looked at the warm light that was not dazzling, and smiled slightly.

When the words fell, Yuan Qingli had already walked over.

She came to a staff member in a yellow clown suit, coughing up blood in a slightly hoarse voice, but adding a bit of gentleness.

"Hello ......"

The staff in the yellow clown costume mechanically turned their eyes like dolls with eyes for the first time.

Yuan Qingli's face did not change, and continued: "I am here to apply. ”