The time was the second day after Wu Yun returned to Yunguang City, an unknown galaxy in the Milky Way.

The head chef and proprietress of the Angeles restaurant, Ms. Lebertor Angeles, sat on a stool in front of her restaurant.

It was pouring rain outside, and thick lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the city shrouded in darkness.

Thunder roared, lightning vanished, and the city was once again plunged into a starry darkness.

There were one more continuous and uninterrupted water lines between the eaves and the ground, and the canals on both sides of the road became raging rivers.

Huge droplets of water fell from the sky, one after the other, and slammed into the roof of the restaurant, bringing an uninterrupted, unsettling pounding on the roof that had been going on for some years.

Although she knew in her heart that this level of rain was not enough to crush the house, the lady of Lebertol was still a little frightened.

She doesn't like rain, and she doesn't like the wind and rain, and there are nights accompanied by thunder and lightning from time to time.

The dim glow of the lights on both sides of the highway was not enough to dispel the darkness in front of them, and the fierce cold wind rampaged through the deserted streets, through narrow alleys and small crevices.

Neither the body nor the clothes were stained with a drop of rain.

On the empty sidewalk, at some point, a person suddenly appeared.

A drop of water that was blown away by the air flow and hit it sideways at a rapid speed made her face hurt to the ground, and she wanted to close the door and go back to sleep.

Turned around and looked out the door. Follow the location where the voice came from.

The manic currents of the rampant street blew the hem of his trench coat up, revealing the black cargo pants underneath and the thigh-high boots on his feet.

It was pitch black, but Ms. Le Bettor saw the same.

He didn't have an umbrella, his hands pinned behind his waist, and he just walked in the wind and rain, strolling leisurely.

Lebertor sat in front of the store, feeling the sharp air whisks on her face.

He is of medium height, about 1.95 meters, and has two moustaches on his lips.

It was slight, but Ms. Lebertor heard it.

It wasn't the sound of raindrops hitting roofs, walls, windows, or the ground. Nor is it the sound of the rushing streams in the canals on either side of the road, nor the howling or banging of the raging air currents in the streets.

But Madame de la Le Betor had always been a very principled woman, and closed the door punctually at half past six every night, and the thunder was not enough, and the storm was not enough for her to compromise.

Lebertor withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention to the Oriental man who was walking through the wind and rain.

But principle is principle, there will be no business in this weather, what are you doing sitting at the door like a fool?

But at that moment, Ms. Lebertol's pointed ears suddenly heard something else.

This guy obviously didn't look right, and she didn't want to get in trouble.

With hearing and eyesight that are difficult for ordinary people to reach, she can see things in the dark night as well as daytime, and she can clearly find the sound she wants in the chaotic noise.

His long black hair was braided into a long braid at the back of his head, and he was wearing an overcoat.

A long whistling echoed through the streets, and closed doors and windows thumped at the pound of the manic currents.

So she stood up, took the stool in her hand, and prepared to go back to sleep. It's not yet six o'clock in the evening, though she's very principled.

But just as she was about to close the door, Ms. Lebertol's hand suddenly froze.

Despite the abruptness, the Dongguo had already arrived at the door of her restaurant.

The two looked at each other, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

There was no sound in Lebertol's ears, and the rain outside stayed in midair.

Her mind went blank until she raised her eyes and looked at the sign hanging above the store's entrance.

Time began to flow again, and the Oriental asked her in a very characteristic voice:

"Hey! You! It's you! Don't pretend you can't hear you, is your store still open? ”

"Open, open. This, the ...... "Faced with the man's rude question, Ms. Lebertol responded to the man in front of her in her accented and stammering Mandarin Chinese.

In fact, she originally wanted to say, "This store is closed, please come back next time, this lord?" ”

But when the words came to their lips, they became completely different again.

"I'll order food." Wu Yun looked the woman with pointed ears up and down and said.

"Okay, okay......" Lebetor nodded stiffly.

Until now, Ms. Lebertaure's eyes had not blinked.

She moved away with a stiff expression, letting the Oriental who was standing in the rain outside the door enter the store, without bringing in a drop of rain, and then slammed the door shut stiffly.

As if closing the door meant complete security, Ms. Lebettor's eyes, which had been open for nearly three minutes, finally blinked.

At the same time, the blood in his body began to flow rapidly, and his heart was beating so fast that he almost jumped out of his throat.

She took a deep breath and blinked several times in a row, then calmed down and looked at the Oriental man who was already sitting at a table in the store.

There he was intently looking at the menu, but from his furrowed brow, it was clear that he couldn't read most of the language on the menu.

Wu Yun is obviously not a person who can learn foreign languages.

"Back, there is a Chinese menu on the back, this, this master."

Although she was afraid, Ms. Lebetor habitually said it.

But not long after she said this, a great sense of remorse filled her heart.

The other party's body shook, and he raised his head sharply and looked at her.

It was a very handsome face, no matter how you look at it.

But at this moment, the other party's cold and sharp gaze was locked on Lebertol's face, and she couldn't afford any charming feelings.

The pressure it brought made Lebertol feel like his soul was aching, and he felt like he was being torn apart.

"What the fuck, do you need a reminder of this kind of thing? …… Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother with you, I'll order food. ”

Wu Yun originally wanted to scold, but for some reason, he suddenly changed his mind.

"Don't be so nervous." After noticing Lebertol's tense tenseness, Wu Yun waved his hand again and said, "If I wanted to kill you, you would have died a long time ago, so don't be so nervous." ”

The effect of these words seemed to be good, and after hearing this, Madam Lebertol, who was already on the verge of collapse, instantly weakened, almost lost all power and collapsed to the ground.

But Ms. Lebertol's fitness and control were still very good, and she didn't let such a gaffe become a reality.

The tide of fear that had risen to the mouth and nose slowly receded, retreating into the black calm of the mind.

Reason and stability return to the brain, and breathing and heartbeat begin to return to rhythm. The Oriental on the opposite side kept opening and closing his mouth, and he had already reported the name of the dish there:

(End of chapter)