Doomsday Pavilion

Put the goblet on the table, refused the waiter's request to refill the cup, and didn't want to look at the cup of honey tea at all.

Leng Han hates this kind of atmosphere that looks very relaxed but is actually very formal, full of the so-called "aristocratic" hypocrisy and flattery of the Shangcheng District, as well as those irritating honorifics and etiquette.

Especially in today’s class, the teacher was so strict that every word, every little gesture, and even the angle of their mouth with a handkerchief when they laugh, there are as many as thirteen pages of paper books to help express them, which makes their personality cool. How can Leng Han, who grew up in a garrison special team since childhood, adapt?

At first glance, those people, tables, chairs, benches and even the entire hall seemed to form a huge cage together, leaving Leng Han at a loss.

Leng Han never intended to blend into such an environment. After sitting for a while, he picked up a good-looking roasted hazel chicken leg from the plate, and studied the reliefs on the wall as he ate, not caring about other things. People's weird eyes.

The various decorative sculptures in the hall look like antiques with a sense of time or exquisiteness, even from the eyes of a cold layman, they all know that they are not ordinary products.

When she walked through a long corridor decorated with flowers and green bamboos, the "buzzing" conversation and the classical music that she couldn't appreciate suddenly disappeared completely.

It is surrounded by partitions decorated with plants and rockery and flowing water, forming a very independent small environment.

The clumps of bamboo that are still growing are woven into a very simple but exquisite bamboo wall, winding around, forming a world of its own.

Stone tables and wooden chairs are placed everywhere in the bamboo forest, and the structure of the bamboo wall is obviously carefully designed.

After Leng Han sat down, she realized that her sight could not extend five meters from all angles, and it was covered by bamboo walls. Only when she stood up and walked a few steps to the center, she could take the whole picture.

"Great!"

Such a person who designed the mountain hall and the bamboo forest partition must have spent a lot of effort, but he was used as the home of this banquet. It is really...

In short, Leng Han finds it difficult to accept, it's a pity.

"Ah!"

A chuckle came from somewhere behind the bamboo wall, erratic.

Leng Han touched her waist subconsciously, and then remembered that she had no possibility of carrying weapons with her with her outfit today.

As soon as I was about to ask, I heard the sound of the table and chairs on the bamboo wall moving, and it was obvious that someone had sat down.

"Shao Jiang, sit down first." A man with a compliment in his voice said, "Shao Jiang, what's the situation with you?"

"It's still not clear, everyone has already set off, and I can't see what the abacus is. After my people got in, no news came out."

His voice was as gentle as jade, it was the so-called Shao Jiang.

"How about at home?"

Another voice asked.

Then no one spoke.

Then, the third voice continued,

"The second brother's situation is getting worse. There is almost no time to wake up every day. I am worried that even if the second brother can hold it, my father will not be able to hold it... Is that medicine really useful?"

Jiang Shao’s voice passed through the bamboo wall and should be not far from Leng Han.

"The business over there uses this medicine as a transaction currency, and it is usually taken away by the research institute directly, but I have seen the effect with my own eyes... Don't worry, once I close the family business, This medicine, as much as you want."

"That's good, as soon as possible...what is needed, speak."

"Ha ha."

The first voice said again, "Second, I'm not here for business talks, don't be stubborn... Hey, the person I'm calling is coming soon."

Leng Han felt that eavesdropping on other people's conversations like this was not good, but the next sentence suppressed her thoughts of leaving.

The first voice said again, "Lin's Xiaoguan, what exactly is the arrangement over there?"

"Lin's Xiaoguan?" The third voice sneered, and then there was a loud bang, "Heh, if it wasn't for the Lin family, I'm eight...how could..."

"I don't have any arrangements, I mean to check it out... but someone should have taken care of it in secret, otherwise, in the posture of the tricolor army, huh..."

The three of them laughed together, as if they had heard a funny joke.

Leng Han frowned. The words of these three people gave her a very bad feeling. They were like ants crawling around on the bamboo mat during a nap, which always made people upset.

"coming..."

Next came the smiles of a few women and the toned greetings,

"Oh, it's easy for people to find..."

"...I used to behave when I came up. They are beloved, I hate it!"

"Hehe, itchy...itchy."

Leng Han immediately got goose bumps and turned away.

When Leng Han walked out of this bamboo forest, "Jiang Shao" faintly exclaimed in exasperation behind the bamboo wall.

"Fuck! Get out of here!"

The voice has completely changed its tone, no longer the feeling of warmth and jade.

Then the first voice came out to explain,

"Oh...Look at you...Jiang Shao is not used to being touched by someone...Well, big sis, forgive me, forgive me hahaha."

"Humph..."

The woman snorted displeasedly.

...

When Leng Han frowned and turned out, Wei Qingyu was looking for her everywhere.

"My little ice cube, grandma, didn't I tell you not to go away, where did you go, don't you beat someone up again?"

Leng Han repeated what he had just heard, and then he became angry first, and the chill suddenly filled the surrounding space.

"No, I have to go back and see who it is, and then... kill them!"

Wei Qingyu held Leng Han,

"My little ancestor, you are crazy or something... Do you know how many intrigues and conspiracies are going on in this city every day? Just with a few unprovoked words, you can be sure that someone will hit your little lover. What's your idea? Besides, you and Little Brother, Xiaolin, are separated by dozens of bosses..."

Leng Han blushed,

"Good things don't betray others, and there are no good things behind others."

"Okay!" Wei Qingyu rolled his eyes, "You don't want to think about it. Xiaolin's Little Brother's first-order weak chicken strength, his few magical medicinal meals, should have been swallowed in the blink of an eye. There are no more than one or two left. Little ice cubes, you only think about it now, don’t you think it’s too late."

"...this!"

"Things are not as simple as you think. So many pairs of eyes are staring at it... It's Little Brother, I'm afraid it's also dying. Do you have to get so close to a small restaurant owner?"

Leng Han raised his sharp eyebrows, as if he caught something in his eyes.

"What's the meaning?"

Wei Qingyu was stunned, "It's nothing, Big sis just talks about it..."

"Wei! Green! Rain!"

Wei Qingyu's face collapsed, "Forget it, you know it's okay, do you remember that little bastard who was cut off by you?"

"Yep?"

"Since then, have you seen this person in Mingguang?"

"..."

Wei Qingyu pouted,

"I want to tell you about this bloody reality in Qingyu Big sis, who is 28 years old, oh...how, do you think this world is so dark, even the owner's family are so cold-blooded and ruthless? Is there any kind of The feeling of losing hope for the world, come and come, hurry up and plunge into the warm and broad mind of Qingyu Big sis!"

Leng Han pushed away the hand that Wei Qingyu surreptitiously stretched out.

"If you die, you die. What does it have to do with me? What does it have to do with this incident? What do you mean by the weird things?"

Wei Qingyu was dumbfounded.

"When did I say that the bastard died? He was just crushed by your earl’s spine and he could never stand up... Oh my god, what the hell have you learned in the garrison all these years? thing!!"

"..."

Leng Han shrugged, "Kill the living corpse, kill the alien beast, and kill people."

Wei Qingyu screamed softly and greasyly,

"My God, how many times have I told you, lady, want a lady! Don't make those ridiculous little gestures, especially shrugging!"

The waiter passing by, who heard half of it and missed half of it, looked dumbfounded:

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