Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms: Chapter 35

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The boss lady has never chased a star, and can’t understand the emotions of the little girls who are so excited to pass out when they see their fate, but at this moment she does have difficulty breathing, her mind is blank, and she is in a daze that she is about to fall into a coma. feel.

"..." Chu He looked at her, thinking he hadn't said clearly, and smiled and repeated: "I'm sorry, five minutes is all right?"

——Phoenix Ming Wang completely forgot the last time he smiled in front of the lotus seat, and fainted the eighteen golden body Arhat on the spot, and even the third Ming Wang missed his halberd and hit his leg.

The lady boss stared at him motionlessly, as if she wanted to say something, but could not make a sound. After a long while, she shook a few times, and fell to the ground motionless.

Phoenix King: "………………"

In the completely frozen scene, Zhou Hui got up from his seat, walked forward through the dead coffee shop, took Chu He's hand, pulled him back to the seat and pressed it down, and touched the girl next to him. He buttoned the hat.

"You lost," he smiled.

Chu He didn't say a word, sat there blankly, refusing to communicate with the outside world.

Zhou Hui understands the principle of chasing the poor, and doesn't force him at this time, just smiled and turned around and snapped his fingers. With a slap, the entire cafe seemed to have been activated by a switch. Everyone woke up like a dream, looking around in a daze, wondering what happened just now.

Zhou Hui pulled down the brim of Chu He again before turning to the bar. His walking posture was like a wild leopard walking in the jungle, leisurely, vigorous and powerful, although it did not attract Less eyes, but not as exaggerated as the Phoenix Ming Wang Faxiang came to the world.

When I walked to the bar, the lady boss was getting up from the ground, confused and wondering why she fell down just now.

Zhou Hui stretched out his hand to support her, his smile seemed to crush the most brilliant summer sun, the rich hormonal breath made people blush and heartbeat, and even the voice when he spoke was full of magnetism: "Hello--"

The lady boss flushed with her face and her hair curled up. At that moment, she regained the feeling of her eighteen-year-old girlhood: "Hello, how can I help?"

"Yes, I want to ask you about someone." Zhou Hui took out the photo to show her, and said politely: "These are my two friends. Shall we go to the back kitchen to talk?"

As soon as he turned around, Zhou Hui made a victory gesture behind his back, Chu He turned his face away, pretending not to see it.

·

At the same time, on the top floor of the office building above the coffee shop, Liao Liang sat in a luxurious office with floor-to-ceiling windows and an observation deck, looking at the photo frame motionlessly.

The photo is old, and the tear marks are curved and slightly wrinkled. You can see how careful you were when you tore it back, for fear of damaging the corner of that person's clothes. He stroked the ice-cold glass on the photo frame. The tears that sprinkled on this photo that year have disappeared. However, he can still remember that he drove the car to the top of the mountain late at night, and sat alone all night. The night wind is cold to the pain and despair in the bone marrow.

There is a kind of pain that will not subside over time, it will always accompany you, rooted in the depths of your soul, and will never cease with the passage of time.

"You should go down," a cold female voice suddenly sounded in the empty office.

Liao Liang looked up woodenly, and a small mirror stood abruptly beside the desk, and a woman's face was reflected in the mirror.

That is a very beautiful woman, with long silver hair and full of charm at the corners of the eyebrows and eyes. Even if the face is frosty, she can't reduce her charm. However, Liao Liang's eyes did not change when he looked at her, only hoarsely said: "Do you have to go?"

"The soul and yang energy you have collected in the past few days is too little. If you drag it down, Lu Xiaochen's corpse will decay--there are still many restrictions on the corpse preservation technology in the human world." /

Liao Liang hesitated slightly: "But I heard that the leader of Feng Si was the King of Heaven before, and his strength is very strong..."

"Because of this, his soul and yang energy is enough for you." The woman paused, and changed her tone of seduction: "Don't worry, the King of Heaven is also different. Phoenix is ​​an ancient god. Qin, however, was given the title of King Ming because he was raised and raised by the Buddha. It is not as overbearing as the fighting power of the five Kings of Tantric Buddhism; coupled with the destruction of his gods and birds, it is now the weakest period in thousands of years. It’s not as difficult to deal with as you think."

"But if he gets angry..."

"You are just trying to separate a ray of soul from his mortal body, and you are not trying to kill him. What's the problem? Besides, if something happens, I will help you. If you are still hesitating, time will be too late Up."

Liao Liang's face showed a struggling look: "But last time the bar mb became a zombie, and even alarmed the legendary leader Zhou——"

The woman fell silent when she heard Zhou Hui, her eyes gleaming with complicated light.

For a long while, she said coldly: "There are always accidents when you draw souls. I only help you for the sake of pitying the same disease, but if you are afraid of everything, then don't do anything."

Liao Liang gritted his teeth for a moment, seeming to be engaged in a fierce ideological struggle in his mind. After a long time, his eyes fell on the picture frame in his hand, and his Adam's apple slid violently, and the pain and longing he could not ask for finally forced him to make up his mind.

"I'll go." He stood up straight: "It's already started, it can't end... I'll go."

·

In the back kitchen of the cafe, the lady boss sat opposite Zhou Hui with a radiant face, and her voice was at least three times softer than usual: "These two people? I remember. Do you know that there is a Liao's risk assessment company in our building? The boss is said to have a background, the third generation of the red or the third generation of the army? Every time we come to buy coffee, the little girl here catches up with the service. Then that day, the boss and the two people in the photo came over, and they actually started fighting... "

Zhou Hui said in surprise: "How did you fight?"

"I don’t know. The three of them were sitting in the back talking about things. They didn’t look good. They looked like they were about to quarrel. When I left, Mr. Liao grabbed this--" The lady boss pointed to Lu Xiaochen in the photo and said, "After grabbing this, the other one turned around and punched Mrs. Liao in the face, and then he started fighting."

She looked at no one around, and went to gossip and said: "I think these two young people are a pair. They held hands when they came. The surname is Liao, he should like one of them. But I wanted to pull it and didn’t hold it, instead I was beaten by the other one--oh, we knocked over our tables and chairs that day, and the police came over..."

"Come here and take everyone away?" Zhou Hui asked.

"How can it be, that Mr. Liao is the third generation of celebrities." The proprietress pointed to Bochao in the photo and said: "I took this first action. The police are kind to Liao."

Zhou Hui gave a "huh" and pointed at Lu Xiaochen: "Well, what about this person, who left with the surname Liao?"

"No. After the police left, he punched Liao and then rushed out."

The boss lady seems to have a lot of aftertastes about the same-sex love triangle gossip, and she didn’t even care about the tables and chairs she lost that day, she just kept asking Zhou Hui: "--Are these two people really your friends? Did Liao’s stick-mandarin duck take them apart?"

Zhou Hui looked at the photo silently. The two young people above looked at each other and smiled, carefree. They should have a bright future and a happy life.

"No," he sighed and murmured, "Some lovers can't be separated."

He reached out and snapped his fingers in front of the boss. The latter was taken aback for a moment, then his vision was dizzy, his mind was dizzy, and he slowly fell on the table with a uniform breathing sound.

Zhou Hui stood up and walked out, when suddenly the phone rang in his pocket. He looked at the number, connected and asked: "Yansan?"

"Vice Yu and the others found the warehouse calculated by Feng Si, and it was not far from Liao's house. I just wandered in it." Situ Yingzhi said on the other side of the phone, "I should really wipe you." Come and take a look-the floor and the wall are full of blood, how can two people shed so much blood?"

"—Two people?"

"Yes, not only the Lu Xiaochen you investigated died here, but the body of Bo Chao was found in the concrete wall just now. It's almost finished. It's estimated that it's been two months since he died. Poor...I don’t understand this, but the police called by Vice Yu said that this warehouse was the first scene where Bo Chao was killed. As for Lu Xiaochen, I’m not sure."

Zhou Hui frowned: "How can't you say that?"

"There is no corpse, there is only Bochao in the cement wall, and there is no Lu Xiaochen—Is it really to a bitter mandarin duck..."

Zhou Hui thoughtfully, remembering that Bo Chao was killed two months ago, but Lu Xiaochen died a month ago. It happened that the place of death was the same again. It seemed that he understood something.

"Lu Xiaochen's body should have been taken away as a demon by the surnamed Liao." He paused, and said in a deep voice: "You can call two clever young men from a group to investigate Liao Liang for the past month. Whereabouts. I suspect that besides the jumping corpse, he killed more people."

·

In the cafe deck, Chu He raised his head and squinted his eyes slightly: "——Master Liao?"

Liao Liang's finely crafted suit is more pleasing to the eye than the restless appearance when we met at Liao's house that day. It can be seen that it makes sense for people to dress Buddha and gold. However, no matter how well-dressed he was, he couldn't hide his haggard complexion. I don't know if it was the cause of the sleepless night, and there was even a thick blackness under his eyes.

"Feng Si Team Leader," he smiled unnaturally: "Why are you here? My office is upstairs. It's a coincidence to come down for a cup of coffee."

Chu He put down his phone, leaned back on the chair lightly, looked up and down at the man in front of him, and then asked for a while: "How do you recognize me?"

——The appearance of the deity of King Phoenix Ming is really shocking, but with the beauty comes a cold sense of oppression.

Liao Liang's little thumb trembled like a nerve reflex, and then he seemed to inadvertently press his hand on the table, and smiled: "When you didn't leave the special place a few years ago, we once met a long distance in the Military Commission. I have witnessed your true face. But I was still a student at the time, and my appearance has changed a lot. You don’t remember it is normal."

He took the tea list stuck at the table: "What would you like to order? I invite."

Chu He said: "No."

Liao Liang ordered a cup of mocha himself, returned the tea list to the waiter, and said, "Actually, I always wanted to invite you to dinner to express my gratitude. If it wasn't for you, I would have been corpse-jumped... I got hurt, how is my hand now?"

"Okay." Chu He said casually, "You spent two million, don't ask me anymore."

"No, no, that's different. I can't say that you can get hurt at will if you spend money..."

Liao Liang suddenly got stuck.

Under normal circumstances, honorifics should not be used here. Whether it is to close the relationship or deliberately seduce, once you use "you", the whole artistic conception becomes nondescript.

However, Liao Liang is too rich and powerful. As long as he hooks his fingers, there are a large number of beautiful men and women who voluntarily climb up to hook up, so he actually doesn't know how to strike up a conversation. What's more, even if Chu He is in a bad state, his whole person's aura is above him, he can't call the other party with equal names if nothing happens.

Liao Liang hesitated for a moment, and the cold mirror in his trouser pocket moved as if urging.

"I...I used to invest in a French restaurant in Wangfujing, where the red wine and seafood are good." Liao Liang gritted his teeth and said, "How about this weekend? Do you have time?"

Chu He stared at him, adjusted to a more comfortable sitting posture, as if he felt a little interesting.

"I don't have time." He said slowly, and then interrupted him before Liao Liang eagerly wanted to speak: "——Master Liao, with all due respect, you are like this now..."

He paused, amused: "Are you seducing me?"

The waiter came to deliver the Mocha, the cup was placed in front of Liao Liang, and he didn't respond, only looking at Chu He in amazement.

No matter how you look at it from any angle, Chu He doesn't seem to be a sensitive person.

Whether it is the person or the deity, his natural cold look is expressed from the bottom of his heart. He should belong to the type that is very closed to himself and is too lazy to pay attention to the surrounding things. Even if the admirer kneels at his feet and worships, he should not be attentive.

"Why are you..." Liao Liang said in embarrassment.

"You probably misunderstood me a little bit." Chu He looked at him, and seemed to find it interesting: "I have seen a lot of people like you, most of them are more powerful and powerful than you, and you are just A poorly technical imitator... No need to blush, I will forget after two days, it’s okay."

Liao Liang was at a loss, and subconsciously covered his trouser pocket.

The temperature of the ice cube in the mirror made him feel aroused, and the cold regained his composure, and he remembered the old yellowed photo in the office upstairs.

——Indeed, he and that person have never been photographed alone. The only picture taken together is a collage of the Bo Chao in the middle.

This sad fact gave him a desperate courage from a desperate situation.

"...Actually, I want to ask you to go out alone. There is another thing..." Liao Liang said slowly, swallowing hard.

"A person who helped me wants me to bring you a message."

He grabbed the mirror, took it out of his trouser pocket, and handed it to Chu He.

This simple action seemed a bit weird, because his hand holding the mirror was trembling slightly, and his nails even showed white edges due to excessive force.

Chu He looked down at the mirror.

At that moment, Liao Liang was almost ready to slap himself to death in broad daylight, like the master in martial arts novels, like the master in martial arts novels-he knew what was in the mirror This goddess of unknown origin is very strong, but whether she can settle the Phoenix Ming King is something God doesn't know.

Liao Liang's face was very strange because of its stiffness. But then Chu He raised his head, his expression as usual:

"——Zhou Hui’s naked body|I have seen the heroine as an acquaintance, but shouldn’t this kind of bed photos be used to blackmail Zhou Hui?"

He pointed to the men and women entangled in the mirror, and said: "What do you give me."

Liao Liang didn't fully understand the mystery of the mirror. He lowered his head in amazement, but the surface of the mirror changed quickly, becoming a glamorous goddess with long silver hair.

The impression she gave to Liao Liang was that she was always cold, not Chu He's indifference to everything, so easy-going, but really cold, as if always wrapped in wind and snow. breath.

But now, her gaze looking at Chu He has something different, it seems that there is a strong disgust and hatred overflowing from the cold, making the light flashing in the corner of her eye even more chilling:

"This mirror allows people to see the most secret fear in my heart." She gave a sly smile: "It's been a long time, King Phoenix, so what did you see just now?"

Chu He looked at her at each other, and they didn't move for a few seconds. Then he suddenly shot and slammed into the throat of the goddess in the mirror!

However, the Snow Mountain Goddess moved faster, and the mirror instantly turned into countless fragments. A white hand was stretched out in the flying, and it flashed past Chu River's fingertips.

——It's really just a very, very slight touch, even hard to detect.

But in the next second, a halo was drawn from her fingertips in Chu He's body. The color was as red as blood, and disappeared into the mirror fragments in a flash.

"Shakti——!" Chu He got up furious, everyone in the cafe looked back at each other in amazement; the next second, Zhou Hui pressed his shoulder from behind and turned all the mirror fragments in mid-air into powder with a palm !

——Boom!

The whistling hurricane rose on the ground and shook the entire building in an instant. In the violent turmoil, everyone screamed to the ground; the sky blizzard rolled up the dumbfounded Liao Liang, crashed the wall and disappeared out of thin air on the street!

Chu He chased it out for two steps and stopped by the collapsed wall.

I saw vehicle alarms on the street all around, and passers-by stopped in horror. Numerous vehicles sounded harsh horns at the same time; everyone in the cafe was lying under the table, shivering and afraid to move.

"Liao Liang wanted to resurrect his lover who committed suicide. The Snow Mountain Goddess Shakti offered to help him, use him to approach you, and take the opportunity to **** a trace of real fire from your soul." Zhou Hui came from behind Chu He , Slapped the dust on the wall hard, and said coldly: "They must have gone to Liao's house, damn, the corpse of the unfortunate first love must be hidden there."

Chu He panted slightly, and asked hoarsely for a while: "Did you see that mirror?"

"I saw it." Zhou Hui said lightly, "It's not...what you imagined."