strictlysupreme Chapter 120 Atoning for one’s sins
Chapter 120 Atoning for one’s sins
At 12:46 in the evening, in the Longmen Inn, the crystal chandelier changed from the orange warm light of the past to emitting colorful beams at this moment. The gramophone in the corner played old-fashioned classic disco music. Against the background of the classical decoration and floor, The interior of the inn is like an old-fashioned dance hall.
Originally, it was impossible for a high-end hotel like the Longmen Inn to be renovated and renovated by private parties, let alone someone's suggestion to decorate it into a dance hall. If it weren't for the lack of DJ dance music in Luofu, I'm afraid the Longmen Inn would have turned into a huge hotel tonight. Light balls and colorful beams of light can shine through the glass on other buildings.
At first, the owner of Longmen Inn shook his head and refused Xing's proposal. He even wanted to kick out the patient who ran away from nowhere.
But when he saw the token representing the general, he hesitated in his heart, but he still insisted that it was the private property belonging to the Vidyadhara clan and that it was a 'national' hotel in Luofu that had always entertained distinguished guests. But when he From the moment he looked into Jiang Fan's eyes, his thoughts changed instantly.
He immediately slapped his chest, with a heartfelt look on his face, ready to go through the sword and the fire for you. He didn't need to explain too much at all. The best tea and cakes were brought over by the service staff like a long dragon like a Manchu banquet.
Among them, there was a plate of mung bean cake that Xing remembered vividly. After all, it was a pastry costing 3000 yuan. She would never forget it. What she ate was not cake, but full of credit points!
But now, the small plate of 3000-yuan pastries is stacked into a hill like the free pastries in a buffet. There are many pastries with various classical and beautiful shapes. Just looking at them, you can tell they are worth a lot. Not to mention countless snacks and milk teas.
This made Xing hold up the mirror and look at himself in the mirror carefully, but he couldn't find anything different about himself. In the end, he could only lament that his name was well known in Xianzhou, and he must be a household name!
Originally, March 7 was still reserved. After all, she believed that there was no free lunch in the sky, but Xing didn't care. She opened her mouth and ate a few pastries. As soon as I sucked it with my small mouth, the milk tea went into my throat. I didn't care about the so-called lady image. I didn't know it, but I thought it was some homeless person rummaging through the trash can to find a feast to show off.
Faced with March Qi's reserve and caution, Xing just clicked her tongue and shook her head. She stretched out her finger and poked in the direction upstairs. Seeing that March Qi still had a dull look on her face, she couldn't help but shake her head and said that she was not up to expectations. , saying that the real rich woman is upstairs, and the whole space station belongs to her. If you are afraid of a hammer, if you can't do it, just report the name of Lord Yukong. I think she still has some prestige in Luofu.
But then Xing changed the topic again, and began to lament Jiang Fan's twists and turns in life, and also lamented his own intelligence. The trash can of a spaceship was like holding it with both hands, and it was not in vain for her to ride for the Black Tower. She was tired. Like a mule.
"Would you like to have a carnival night?" Xing chewed red bean paste cake and raised a glass: "Celebrate that I have made a fortune and reached the pinnacle of life!"
Unfortunately, no one responded to her happiness and joy at the moment. March 7th was taking pictures of the food on the long table, the spotlight was flashing, and the flashes were overwhelming. Uncle Yang was sitting in the corner of the sofa, staring intently. He stared at his phone intently, seeming to be scrolling through some weather forecast.
Xing held the cup in the air and paused for several seconds. Seeing that no one responded to her call, she could only shrug her shoulders and drink the cup of tea alone.
She couldn't help but suddenly began to miss Jiang Fan. If Jiang Fan was present, it would be inevitable to have a carnival night. This made her feel that she and Jiang Fan were very similar to Zhong Ziqi and Yu Boya. If Jiang Fan one day If she accidentally died, who could have a drink with her to discuss the possibility of having Kafka wear a suspender nightgown?
The sound of hurried footsteps sounded continuously on the upper floor of the ceiling, like a lion chasing its prey in the grassland. It was obvious who was the lion and who was the prey. Listening to the hurried footsteps on the ceiling, Xing calmly raised his glass and drank tea. As expected, After a while, the footsteps stopped.
"The soundproofing of this room is bad. If you accidentally hear something at night, you won't be silenced by the ancestors, right?"
At this moment, in the bedroom on the second floor of Longmen Inn, Jiang Fan was stepping on the floor with his bare feet. He was running around the bedroom wearing only a pair of big pants with a white dragon painted on him. The lion was not angry and was equally naked. With her feet on the floor, she held a camera in her hand, and the white sheets were covered with photos.
"Why are you running? I saw in the photo that you were smiling in shorts. Do you know you are running now?" Heita picked up the slippers under the bed with his toes, and shot the slippers squarely on Jiang Fan's chest with a volley. On the calf.
Jiang Fan's calves softened, and he subconsciously threw himself towards the soft bed in front of him. This way he avoided being a dog chewing on the mud, and instead fell headlong into the cloud-like sheets, his face covered with photos.
"That's reincarnation. Do you still expect me to be gay in my previous life?" Jiang Fan's waist sank, and Heita straddled his waist, while assuming a standard capture posture.
"Rebirth?" Heita leaned down and patted Jiang Fan's face, "Didn't you say consciousness transmission?"
"It's almost the same..." Jiang Fan's ears were tingling because of Heita's hot breath when he spoke, "Anyway, you know it, right? You should think differently. You should be glad that Jingliu is a woman. If I I was a gay man in my last life, and now I am a man competing fairly with you.”
"King Liu... Immortal Envoy... If according to the content recorded in the classics on Senzhou Luofu, you were an immortal dragon in your last life, and when you were with me, you were a walking intellect... In Bello When Berg was there, he should be a protector...Although the immortal destiny is broad, I don't think it can affect multiple destiny paths." Black Tower frowned lightly.
"Although wisdom can be immortal and preservation can also be immortal, after all, that is a possibility that only exists in theory. If we follow this line of thinking, even memory can be immortal... If the original immortality With such a broad destiny, how could the dragon fall and even have its power stolen by fertility and breeding?"
"You now have a chance to atone for your sins. It depends on whether you can seize it." Heita climbed on Jiang Fan's back and blew hot air gently in his ears, "Dear... you You don’t want to... lose the right to reproduce, right?”
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I'll try to update it when I get off the plane and go to the hotel tomorrow! Please send me power and gifts for love! Throw the power generation over here!