Infinite Kings Advent

The pasta will be on the table soon. The young lady turned and left, walked to the counter, and said a few words to another young man behind the counter. The young man on the counter should be the owner of the hotel, with a fair complexion, elegant appearance, and unusual appearance, with three strands of white and black hair intertwined. Holding a three-fingered wolf pen in his hand, he lowered his head to write on the bamboo board while talking to his wife.

In the lobby of the inn, there were about thirty or forty people, a little more than imagined. They all looked sad and spoke very quietly, like frightened birds. Everyone carried a kind of An air of alert and caution. "Xie Chen carefully observed the surrounding environment. Although everything seemed normal, he always felt that something was wrong. A flash of lightning flashed in Xie Chen's mind.

He suddenly realized something. Xie Chen suddenly realized that when he came last time, the boss was obviously a big guy, and now it is only two months away. How can he change people? But think about it again, corporate changes are normal, not to mention the current panic. The situation is also earth-shaking. For this kind of change, it is not strange. Xie Chen sat quietly in his seat, looking at the people inside and outside the inn, thinking.

Without paying attention, Xie Chen quietly woke up the nine dogs that were dozing off, and whispered a few words in his ear. Xiao Jiu Ren turned into an unnoticed ribbon and disappeared in the inn. Changchang Xingshuang occasionally looked up, and the father and daughter of Maichang on the opposite side attracted Xie Chen's attention. The gray-haired old man was sitting quietly on the bench, his brown eyes were deeply inserted into his eyes, Kong Kong's pants were tied to the knots, Kong was hung on the floor, and his fingers were the most noticeable.

auzw.com The ten fingers are slender, pointing out that if green onion, the armor looks like white jade, it is completely different from the withered and wrinkled yellow of old people’s fingers. He held a shiny mahogany erhu in his arms, with clear color and luster on his face, a flat scale python skin, and a smooth harp pole.

This is a good mahogany turn. Erhu looks very old, it should be passed down from ancestors. Jianghu artists regard musical instruments as life. But now the erhu in the hands of the erhu has broken a thread and occasionally plays a few times, but the past tunes are no longer complete and melodious.

The father's arm was curled up on a girl who looked only 12 to 3 years old. The little girl's face was covered with ashes, dirty and slightly dry, her long waist was slightly tied behind her head, a few strands of hair fell on her shoulders, and the linen skirt was now muddy. Holding a palm-sized apricot flower pattern in his hand, he placed it in the arms of four scented pouches.

The bag seems to be her most precious thing, no matter how dirty her face, hands and clothes are, this bag is still as clean as new. The little girl smelled a faint smell from time to time, and a sweet smile appeared on her face, as if the fragrance of apricot blossoms was faintly emitted from the fragrance bag. Perhaps because the temperature is too cold, the little girl is like a kitten in his arms, thin and haggard, ragged, with a pair of **** eyes empty, as if looking at an unknown space in the empty sky, sweet and soft voice like a mosquito Humming an unknown song like a fly. ..

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