If nothing else happens, there should be an accident.
Before paying, he turned around and heard a click, and his pen was pinched into two pieces.
Racial talent, right?
I made two of them in your hands in half a day!
Fu Qian frowned for a while, but seeing that Serana was obviously a little distracted, he was very generous and didn't pursue it.
"what happened?"
As he spoke, he walked forward and looked at the notes in Serana's hand.
The next moment, this person was startled, as if he had realized something, and subconsciously wanted to close the note.
But after a moment's hesitation, she still didn't do it.
[Annalise, the ancestor of the blood race, has completely fallen]
And through the sparse fingers of this person, Fu Qian saw a line of words on the note.
hiss!
Although it was a simple sentence, a bunch of thoughts flashed through Fu Qian's mind, and he understood why this person had such a reaction.
"In your ethnic group, it is recognized that the ancestor has died?"
"But there are recent signs that cast doubt on whether this consensus may be wrong?"
"……kindness."
Serana was silent for a long time and nodded muffledly.
really.
He nodded silently before paying. The operation he just performed was actually very easy to understand.
Annalise is dead. This is a recognized fact within the vampire family, and Serana should be convinced of this.
Unfortunately, some things that happened recently were vaguely contradictory to this, which caused her trouble.
After following his own advice, this man became interested in verifying this.
As for why I wrote such a sentence, it is actually very simple.
The ancestor of the blood clan has died. This matter should not be a big secret. Even if he confirms it again with notes and is seen by himself, it won't matter much.
And if there is really no death, then this line of words will not exist, and I will have no way of knowing, and only Serana will know.
Quite a reasonable choice.
The problem is that when it was really verified that the ancestor had died, Serana still seemed a little absent-minded.
This is quite interesting.
However, as I have already promised, I will not ask about any recent related matters.
"Can you give it back to me?"
Before paying, he smiled and stretched out his hand, hinting the other party to return the notes.
…
Serana took a deep breath, and as expected, she didn't try to keep it, but handed it directly back to Fu Qian.
"Sorry, I have to go back first."
Throwing the pen that was broken into two pieces aside, the man looked at him with a complicated expression and left without saying anything more.
…
It can be seen that my suggestions still have some effect.
Looking at Serana's leaving figure, he sighed silently before paying.
At this moment, there was already an additional person in the hall outside that he had not seen just now.
Although he has slightly red eyes, he is already middle-aged, but he is still handsome, elegant, and elegant, and he is obviously the center of everyone.
This should be the mysterious owner of the salon?
At a glance, one could tell that they were Serana's same race.
And during this period just now, I don’t know how he introduced it to the people at the scene.
When Serana passed by this group of people, no one in this group of connoisseurs who claimed to treat everyone equally before art dared to look directly at the sharp edge of this demigod.
This lingering shadow even benefited Fu Qian.
"Mr. Cha."
Not long after, when Fu Qian slowly swayed down, the mysterious owner of the salon approached him cautiously.
"Nice to meet you."
He didn't say anything before responding to this, but looked across the crowd one by one.
Jose, who had been discussing art with me just now, now had a fake smile on his face and his breathing became thinner.
Beside him, the young woman Julie also said nothing, staring here with a pale face, with a hint of vague expectation in her depression.
Fu Qian nodded slightly at her, without saying anything else, just like Serana, he left the hall along the way he came.
From the corner of his eye, this man's lips were trembling uncontrollably.
It seems that I accidentally broke off a bad relationship with Brother Cha!
I sighed before paying.
Of course, Brother Cha could easily find this person later to explain that it was not him.
But for some things, you may be able to deceive yourself and others before you break them, but after you break them, you will most likely not be able to go back to the past.
…
I originally wanted to stay a little longer.
Unfortunately, Serana's unexpected gain made it impossible to continue eating and drinking.
Although the vampire just now was respectful to Serana, he probably wouldn't dare to spread gossip about her.
But it is already difficult for me, who is also at the center of the gaze, to get valuable things, and it is useless to stay for a long time.
After leaving this private villa, Fu Qian quickly returned to Brother Cha Yingjun's apartment.
Everything was the same as when he left. Brother Cha still hadn't woken up and was tied there tightly.
Yes, this is the most convenient.
Satisfied with his control of strength, Fu Qian quickly adjusted his appearance, then untied the rope for this person and snapped his fingers.
Well……
With a groan, Cha Yingjun woke up leisurely.
And soon, this person looked around with a blank expression.
The familiar garden and stairs, everything looked so familiar, it was obviously outside the place where I lived.
How come I am here? Before that, I was...
Faintly recalling something, Cha Yingjun was immediately startled and quickly touched his body.
It wasn't until he took out the invitation letter from his pocket that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The invitation letter has not been lost, so what are you doing now?
go home.
Almost immediately, an idea appeared in my mind.
I have attended the salon and am now on my way home?
No way?
How come you have no impression at all, and why you came back alone?
Cha Yingjun frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.
He tried hard to recall it, but the thought of going home quickly became strong in his heart, disturbing his thoughts.
Torn between two thoughts, he subconsciously took a step back.
Wait, why do I want to go home?
However, after just one step, he stood still again, his expression turned ferocious for a moment, and he had strong doubts about his decision.
This doubt was so exaggerated that even under the conflict, everything seemed a little unreal, giving him the urge to break everything.
But in the end, the impulse was suppressed, and Cha Yingjun pressed the elevator button with a stiff gesture.
When the elevator door opened, he mechanically walked to the door step by step and unlocked the door.
Everything inside was normal, and it was already past the time on the invitation. It looked like he had just returned from attending an event.
And as he sat down in a daze, the next moment he seemed to hear the sound of snapping fingers, and the world around him suddenly became much more real.
It seems like this is the first time I have encountered this situation. The dream just now was actually a bit unstable?
At the same time, Fu Qian, who had finished his clear dream, was thoughtfully outside the door.
Is this person’s obsession so serious?
The extra chapter has not been completed yet, so I will write it down and continue working on it.