On Dolson Street, Yorkham Jones came to Maple Leaf Road again with a basket on his back.

Compared with the previous time, the red maples on both sides have withered a little more, and the first few in front of the wind and frost have become bald.

Looking at the balding red maple tree, thinking about the hair that fell out of his washing this morning, Yorkham Jones couldn't help but touch his messy beard and sighed:

"Time flies, the past cannot be traced..."

"Oh, don't sigh, or the uncle will become an old man, in that case, there will be no lovely and beautiful sister willing to marry you!"

Jingqing still twisted her body and kept grasping the falling maple leaves, and after grabbing a few pieces in a row, she leaned into Yorkham Jones's ear and asked:

"Jones, are we going to find Miss Red Lotus? ”

Hearing this, Yorkham Jones immediately slapped the hateful little Lori's ass with his hand:

"No, we're going to see Mr. Corleone, but it looks like someone made my beard like this, right?"

At this time, Qinqing's little hands were already full of maple leaves, and when she straightened up and threw it hard, she shook her body and kept laughing:

"Giggles, of course it's the cutest me!"

"It's so easy to be happy with a child..."

After complaining inwardly, Yorkham Jones quickened his pace, and in about 10 minutes, the two arrived at the bookstore.

Corleone was still sitting by the window drinking coffee, but unlike usual, his eyes were always fixed on the window, as if he was expecting something.

After a few sips of coffee, Corleone became impatient, and it took him a few times to place the coffee cup, and then his hands were messily moving around, and it took him half a minute to find a place where he could calm his hands.

Yorkham Jones knew that Corleone was waiting for him, but Corleone was looking in the opposite direction from where he had come, so he shook his head and walked straight over.

"Old Mr. Corleone, I've come to fetch my things. ”

As soon as the voice came into his ears, the wrinkles on Corleone's face immediately tightened, and his eyes began to look around in a panic.

Suddenly, the coffee in front of Corleone was immediately spilled on the floor.

'Bang..'

The soft sound of the cup breaking was in his ears, and the panicked Corleone regained his former calm and majesty.

"Whew..."

Taking a deep breath, Corleone nodded to Yorkham Jones and ran quickly upstairs.

After a while, Corleone came to Yorkham Jones with a small black box, and after entering the code to open the combination lock, Corleone handed the box to Jones.

"The blue paper you want, each one is 21X30 in size, a total of 25 sheets! You know my identity, so you should know what will happen if you deceive me!"

"Mr. Corleone, don't worry, swear by the goddess of light, I will never give you false information. ”

Yorkham Jones took out the badge of light and prayed, then opened the box and took out the blue paper.

The color of the blue paper is sapphire blue, covered with coarse fluff, and each fluff emits an emerald green fluorescence.

After two glances, Yorkham Jones gently touched the fluff on the paper with his fingers, and then a sound of spring water slowly came from the paper.

The beautiful melody was in his ears, and Yorkham Jones took the blue paper to the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, and as a sweet smell of wheat entered his heart, Jones put the blue paper into the box again.

When Yorkham Jones was looking at the blue paper, the cutie saw the sadness in Corleone's eyes, so she took out the tissue and walked over.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Corleone, my Mr. Jones won't lie!"

With a sweet and lovely smile, she gently wiped the coffee stains off Corleone's suit.

Looking down at Qinqing's innocent and lovely smile, Corleone seemed to see his 'Alice', at this moment, his impatient heart finally eased a little, and then gently reached out and touched Qinqing's little head.

"Sir, your child is such a kind and lovely little angel. ”

"Of course!"

Yorkham Jones nodded with great affirmation, and replied:

"Mr. Corleone, I am very satisfied with this transaction, and I will now give you the information I know. ”

"Thank you!"

Panicked back, Corleone hurriedly took the pen and paper from the bookshelf next to him and handed it to Yorkham Jones.

Taking the pen and paper, Yorkham Jones quickly wrote down a string of place names.

Looking at Corleone's excited and trembling body, and at his gray hair, Yorkham Jones, out of the kindness of a priest, reminded softly:

"Mr. Corleone, vampires are a bunch of arrogant creatures, their emotions are easily extreme, and they look down on humans, you'd better communicate with them in a different way..."

"Well, you can choose to trade, but it's better not to do it yourself... Of course, I'm just suggesting. ”

With that, Yorkham Jones handed Corleone the pen and paper, and walked out the door with the basket on his back.

Looking at Jones's back, Corleone bowed lightly, and then quickly closed the bookstore.

"Good luck, Mr. Godfather. ”

Whispering into the closed bookstore, Yorkham Jones looked up at the sky.

Seeing that the shallow shadow of the moon had appeared in the sky, Yorkham Jones hurriedly picked up his basket and hurried towards the market.

After buying some special ink at the dye shop and buying today's lottery ticket, Yorkham Jones took him to the seafood restaurant on Bibo Island.

After eating and drinking enough, and buying two more star beautiful girl sundaes, the two took a carriage taxi back home.

...

When I got home, it was 8:30 p.m.

After throwing the basket into the bathroom, Yorkham Jones began to concoct a special ink, and as the special dye was mixed, Yorkham Jones took out a few sheets of blue paper and sat down.

"It must not have too much influence on the course of history, and at the same time it must have a strong value... How can I fake it..."

After thinking for a moment, the muscles on Yorkham Jones's face suddenly trembled, and the smile seemed to have found the happiest thing:

"The story of the Titans and the Dragon Queen should be fascinating... And then add a few special and less important secrets to the story..."

"Perfect!"

"In the winter of 7886, the great Dragon Emperor was fighting bravely in front of the battlefield, but his old rival, the King of Titans, had quietly come to the back of the Dragon's Lair, and with the help of the ability of the 'World Shaper', the Dragon Queen who had been missing the Dragon Emperor suddenly missed another ugly and tall three-headed giant..."

Once the story was conceived, Yorkham Jones wrote it in a script that was older than 'Gudava'.

At this moment, Yorkham Jones's inspiration came to him like a fountain, and by the time he stopped writing triumphantly, he had already filled ten sheets of blue paper.

"Hahaha! I'm really a great novelist! It's a pity that I can't release it, otherwise it will definitely be popular in the entire Sidava continent!"

When Yorkham Jones laughed happily, the cutie was already standing next to her in her pajamas.

Looking at Jones, who kept laughing evilly, Qinqing's curious eyes widened, looking at the words on the Jialan paper, and found that he didn't know a word, so he immediately shouted loudly:

"Jones, I don't understand, tell me what story you wrote!"

"A great story!"

When Yorkham Jones replied, he also held up the badge of light, and he looked like he was afraid that he would not speak righteously enough.

"Hmph! If you don't say it, you won't say it! I don't want to know about it!"

With a cold snort, Qin Jing jumped directly onto Yorkham Jones' lap:

"Jones, it's time for you to teach today's lesson! Tell me how you crossed the second theorem to become a transcendent, and how I can become a transcendent!"

"Wait until I'm done. ”

In reply, Yorkham Jones copied the story again with the remaining blue paper, and then sighed with a sigh of unfinished meaning:

"It's a pity... If there were more blue papers, the stories I could write would be even more exciting. ”

Jing Jing immediately took a bite at Jones and yelled:

"Tell me about the transcendent profession!"

"Got it! Wait for me to drink my saliva first, don't you know that creation is very tiring!"

Throwing the angry kitten to the chair, Yorkham Jones headed for the kitchen.