But even though it was already the third time they met, Cheng Yiran still couldn't find out more from the other side … … more information that he wanted to know.
Even if it was just a small movement, or a habit that could be seen from his character, there was none.
He did try to spy on this mysterious merchant through observation — — before the third time he came in. But when the boss sat in front of him, Cheng Yiran couldn't help but overturn his childish thoughts.
He wasn't like Zhong Luochen who was born in a rich and powerful family. His observation skills were almost unpresentable … … If he could see through people, he wouldn't have been played by Li Zifeng.
This made Cheng Yiran almost swallow back the words he wanted to say … … And after the other side said "What's the matter?", he had no choice but to urgently say what he wanted to say.
As if skipping the step of thinking, Cheng Yiran said while being surprised at his' honesty ', "Why … … can Hong Guan also use this guitar?"
Cheng Yiran felt that what he wanted to ask was: Why can't I play this guitar?
But why … … is it this question?
Luoqiu thought for a moment and said, "Well … … I thought Mr. Cheng would be more interested in his own question. The complexity of the human heart once again makes me sigh. Then, let me ask you, why does Mr. Cheng think that Hong Guan can't use this guitar? "
"This is something I bought!" Cheng Yiran subconsciously said.
Luoqiu calmly said, "If the customer bought something in the store … … such as a mobile phone? Or some other tool, after going back, others can't use it? "
"This is not the same!" Cheng Yiran immediately refuted.
"What's the difference?" Luoqiu still asked back.
Cheng Yiran clenched his fist and said, "This is something I bought with my … … my soul! Even if it's like you said, others can use it because of the ability of the product itself, but I, the original owner, can't use it! Is that acceptable? "
"Regarding this question, I believe I have already clearly explained it to you the last time we met, Mr. Cheng." Luoqiu shook his head and said, "This time, I do not intend to answer this question. I can only say that the ability of the guitar itself has not disappeared. You can awaken this ability again. "
Cheng Yiran frowned … Awakening again?
If he could still be awakened … then this was not the worst case scenario.
So he quickly asked, "How can I awaken it?"
Luoqiu said indifferently, "Yes, this is already beyond the scope of a suggestion. If Mister Cheng wants to know, I'm afraid you can only trade … Of course, other than your soul, I'm afraid there aren't many things that Mister Cheng can trade … Do you want to buy it? "
The mystery here seemed to be magnified countless times in Cheng Yiran's heart at this moment. His heart was beating fast, and his back was covered with cold sweat.
He didn't lose his mind, and he knew he couldn't be impulsive — Facing this shop and its owner with mysterious power, he knew he was insignificant. He knew that violence would not only not solve the problem, but would also lead the problem to a worse direction.
He was still too stupid.
He was still too young.
If he had been able to think clearly the first time and think about it carefully … If he had been able to put forward a proposal that was more in line with his own needs, instead of going crazy after hearing about the guitar's ability, he would not have fallen into such a dilemma.
"I … I'll think about it again."
Cheng Yiran finally retreated under the boss' calmness … because he didn't know if he would fall into the abyss if he took one step forward.
Luoqiu waved his hand, and Cheng Yiran disappeared from the club.
The servant girl who had just finished brewing the tea and brought it over curiously asked, "Oh, has the guest left? So fast. "
"It's a bit fast this time." Luoqiu took off his mask, and smiled, "But since the tea is brewed, don't waste it."
Boss Luo picked up a slice of lemon from the small plate, and put it into his mouth. It might be too sour, so Luoqiu slightly narrowed his eyes.
He then asked You Ye to sit down, "What do you think Zhuifeng will choose? Forgive? Or … "
The boss waved his hand, and some pictures began to appear in front of the servant girl.
You Ye straightened her body, facing the picture on the light screen. She used to feel that it was meaningless to pay attention to the guest's affairs … Time was meaningless to her.
Later, she accompanied the new boss, and everything seemed to be a bit different.
It was the afternoon.
In the past, as long as the guest left, this place was as dark as before, even in the afternoon. The old boss would go back to his room, and she would close her eyes, sitting here.
The lights were only turned on when the guest came in.
But now, the lights were on, and she was not the only one.
An afternoon like this, he really wished it could go on forever, forever, forever … like this.
…
…
They called this place Yunqin Building, which was built a long time ago. At that time, there were still a lot of short houses in front of this building, and the view was very good.
But now, it was no longer the case. Many buildings taller than this one had appeared.
Let's tear down all the buildings that are taller than us that are in our way.
Zhuifeng suddenly had such an idea … He was standing on the railing of the rooftop of Yunqin Building, where he could step on air with one step.
He opened his hands, and let the wind that passed through the buildings support his arms … He always liked this, because it gave him the feeling of flying.
But this was a very silly way of feeling, and many times, he was even ashamed to mention it to others.
But there were also some who were not others … but they were all in the past.
At this time, the simple iron door on the rooftop was opened, and the rusty bearing made a squeaking sound. Zhuifeng silently counted how many footsteps there were.
He knew that the people walking up were not his "friends" … Perhaps they were people who saw him as an enemy.
He turned around. Standing on the railing, he was naturally taller, so he looked down … Those below were all old acquaintances.
"Master Long, I'm sure you won't be able to resist coming to me." Zhuifeng said as he looked around … Long Xiruo was accompanied by Ghost Baby, and two other male monsters in black suits.
The boss said that the bell could only be used on those who were weaker than him … Zhuifeng had already verified this.
Since the bell didn't have any effect on Ghost Baby, Long Xiruo, the Shinryū of Chellona didn't even need to consider … But he could still face these big figures of the monster race calmly, so he must have something to rely on.
There was an unexpected feeling of excitement, to think that he could look down on the Shinryū of Chellona so confidently.
They all said that he was demonized … but there was nothing wrong with it.
A red light flashed through Wind-Chasing Wolf's eyes. He sneered, "When did the seniors of the Monster Clan become so cautious when dealing with a little monster like me? Are they afraid of me? "
Long Xiruo stared at Zhuifeng's lips, and suddenly waved his hand, "Ghost Baby, you guys go back first."
Ghost Baby naturally didn't dare to disobey Long Xiruo's order … What a joke, although he was ordered by Chiichi Kamiya to be the guard, the one he was guarding was indeed the Shinryū of Chellona. If there was any danger, he didn't know who would be the guard.
Ghost Baby didn't think that this would be dangerous to Long Xiruo, so he silently led his subordinates to retreat and closed the iron door.
"What do you want to do?" Zhuifeng frowned and asked.
Long Xiruo took a deep breath, and under Zhuifeng's incredulous gaze, he deeply bowed to Zhuifeng.
"What do you want to do?" Zhuifeng frowned deeper.
"What do I want to do?" Long Xiruo raised her head and said softly, "I'm apologizing for my distrust of you before. If I didn't have a trace of doubt, you wouldn't be in this situation today. "
This was Chellona's totem, who in Chellona could accept this Shinryū's bow?
Zhuifeng's heart skipped a beat, and his expression couldn't help but become more serious.
This wasn't a matter of strength, but a mental pressure … This bow was an attack on a deep-rooted concept of the monster race.
Her words divided the two races, her words were the golden rule of the monster race, but now she was apologizing?
Zhuifeng slightly moved his lips, he found that Long Xiruo's attitude was completely out of his expectations.
"Don't play this with me!!"
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