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Chapter 36: dragon vein to dragon vein (four)

"Qiang..." Bari, the head of the group, was stunned. The gray pottery bowl filled with fish soup fell straight down, splashing the soup on Nicole, who was also stunned. The sound of the broken bowl woke her up. She crouched down and picked up the broken bowl in a panic. She was accidentally cut by the sharp broken pottery. "Your daughter?" Nicole pointed to a girl like a little bear lying on Fulan's back, "how old are you this year? Are you 40 years old? You have such a big daughter." Paris is very happy to have a partner of the same age. She ran over and wanted to squeeze Matilda's small face, but immediately, she was hard bitten by her. The two girls met for the first time, and immediately became enemies. Paris rubbed the back of her hand and looked at Matilda angrily. The latter moved her body uneasily and used Fulan's body as a barrier to guard against the person who wanted to squeeze her face and then made a disgusting move. "Mr. Quasimodo, your wife, must be a beauty." the playwright praised the tone, "can you talk about the specific process? It's a wonderful material in the drama." "Everyone, this is my personal business." Fulan politely declined, and he patted matida's head, "hungry?" "Well, I'm not hungry, but I want to eat..." Matilda chuckled, "that sweet thing." "Then, go back to your room and go to bed." The girl steps up the stairs obediently, with unsteady steps. The behavior of a seventeen year old is no different from that of a two or three year old. "Big man, your daughter, isn't it..." Nicole nodded her head, "in the countryside, such a big girl is married, but she..." "Please don't ask." Fulan said, "where is the next tour site of the troupe?" "Josu or sevia." the commander regained his composure, but his eyes still glanced up the stairs consciously or unconsciously, "Lauren, can your new work be completed before that?" "I should be able to, but Mr. Quasimodo, your acting skills still need to be honed. Our goal is not limited to small cities, but the splendid Tanding Grand Theater." Fulan blows open the floating red pepper on the fish soup, "Tanding?" "Yes, you have this qualification, on the premise that it can be developed." To Tanding? The biggest reason for Fulan to join the troupe is that he has a reasonable identity. Otherwise, a person who stays in the Imperial City Hotel with a huge sum of money and doesn't invest anything will inevitably attract the attention of the secret police. What's more, now there's another burden. The brain damaged Paladin has not yet decided how to arrange. Throw her at the door of a church? No, at present, she can't get in touch with the seal of light, otherwise, the next time, it's a team of Paladin, to find out why the girl was hurt. The best way is to solve it quietly. It's obviously impossible. If he could, he would have started. Fulan looked at his hand. He had to study his strange healing ability better. He didn't know whether there was a limit or whether it would harm his body. According to the best idea, he had a new plan. Since he was not able to fight against the secular powerful, he had to use the non secular VAILLANT. At that time, Paladin girl will be able to use it. Fulan said to Lauren, "OK, let's take time to discuss the script. The goal is Tanding." The playwright was just about to say something, and there was a screech of Matilda from upstairs. All the people ran up the stairs with Fulan. As soon as the door opened, the girl jumped from the bed and rushed to Follain Wylie. The horror of the nightmare made the girl incoherent. She sobbed and said, "fire, many white lights, dad and Dad..." "It's just a dream. I'll take you to buy candy later." Fulan comforts. The girl gradually calmed down. She was shocked and pitiful, and let Bari grow maternal. "Quasimodo, you can accompany your daughter. I'll go to the store and buy some sugar cane." When waiting downstairs, Nicole sniggered and said, "commander, why do you go so fast to please someone's daughter?" "Little mouth, dead girl." "I don't know who the big man used to be. Look at his daughter's pretty face, his wife must be a big beauty, but what happened, so that they separated. The mentally retarded daughter can find her father in the sea of people. It's really the father's manifestation." "Yes, what's going on?" Bari was thoughtful. She soon found Nicole's strange smile and pinched her waist. "What do you think?" "Nothing." Nicole ran away carefully, and then asked, "chief, which color of wedding dress is better?" "Oh, I like white... Ah..." Bari lost her voice, which is rare. She blushed and glared at Nicole angrily. "God, how does the commander look like a little girl? He really likes individuals. At night, he takes off his clothes and knocks on the door of the other party." Nicole shrugs boldly and thinks, "however, where is the attraction of that big man? The world is more and more strange." Fulan sat on the chair beside the bed and let Mathilda hold his hand and look at miss Paladin's sleeping face. He thought, "it's hard to recover the damaged brain, but I have to be careful. Like yesterday's danger, it's not allowed to happen again. Dear miss, I have said that next time, I will never be lenient, so please live in the fantasy of childhood, don't wake up, don't bring, I don't want to face the future. " Sara Town, the local smuggling leader, was awakened by the sound of the door lock turning. He secretly took out a dagger from under the pillow. The woman beside him who had been crazy for a night was still sleeping. If it was the enemy, it was just as a shield. "The sky is bright, are you still sleeping?" the girl wearing purple black robes, has been standing on the side of the bed, very dissatisfied with the scold. "Ah, it's Miss Corleone." the smuggling leader was relieved, but still thrilled. He was very alert to observe the door, but the mysterious lady still eluded his vision. "Prepare a room for me. I have to take a day off." "Have you completed your task? Remember the headquarters..." "Shut up, what qualifications do you have to ask." "Ah, yes, please forgive me. I'll arrange it right away." To the underground world, this group of unnatural people, the smuggling leader can't dare to offend. He quickly put on his clothes, and then he thought of something, "miss Corleone, about a week ago, there was a noble gentleman who left a card for me to meet with the leader of Igo. It seems that the man..." "Give it to me and deliver it for you." the girl rudely interrupts him and doesn't want to listen to it any more. The room arranged by the smuggling leader is very luxurious, the spotless floor is so neat that people can't bear to trample, the delicate breakfast and tea are ready, the smell of food is integrated with the light fragrance of laurel that is emanating from the dark green enamel on the corner paint case. Miss Corleone is half leaning on the soft feather cushion, wrinkling her face, slightly offsetting the magic that brings discomfort to her body. After a long time, she relaxed her eyebrows, elegantly lifted the thin body porcelain cup and sipped tea. With two fingers, she twists the beautiful little business card, "Van Toboso?" The black gas covers the small business card and dissolves it into a fine powder. "Hum, Igo leader, ordinary mortal, what qualifications do you have?" she sneers, "the magic is declining, and there is no successor to the arcane law. This world is always belong to the kingdom of dragon vein people."