No one will notice that the glow in his eyes is slightly red.
It's really like a demon in a comic.
How can a demon be old, right?
He smiled again, lazy as ever: "Okay, just let you know I'm still here." ” "What do you mean" The old man who was smart Ru'an frowned: "Are you not going to see nine?"
Mr.
Bo stood there, as if he was fused with the darkness: "I have already met her, and our ninth master is really beautiful in a wedding dress." ” "You attended their wedding abroad" Old Man An looked up suddenly: "They didn't recognize you" Mr.
Bo corrected him: "To be precise, I presided over their wedding, heh, these two people have a good eye, and they chose the church where I slept." ” "In the church where you slept," Old Man An paused, remembering the first time he saw this person, and then said: "There is a question I have always wanted to ask, what method did you use to eliminate the wound I bumped into you at that time." ” Mr.
Bo chuckled: "Lao An, isn't it too late for you to ask this question now?"
Old man An still wanted to say something.
I heard a mobile phone ring.
Mr.
Bo pressed the answer button, his voice changed a little, and there was a softness in the magnetism: "I seem to be lost, well, I don't know where I am, you want to pick me up, I'm waiting for you here, don't drive too fast, it's a little cold, do you remember something, then I'll listen to what you remember."
Old man An knows too well what his old friend will be, under what circumstances, he will be like a soft rice eater.
It is already clear who is calling from it.
After watching him hang up the phone, Old Man An turned his eyes sideways and smiled at himself: "I will take her to watch their game, speaking of which, I only recently had time to watch the two of them play, and when they win, I will give them another thing." ” After dropping this sentence.
The slender figure disappeared into the night.
It's always elegant, and it's incredible.
But Old Man An didn't stop him, after all, such a sentence is enough.
And he also knew that when this man came out of here, he would stand on the side of the road and pretend to be pitiful, and he did not stop him.
Sure enough.
Mr.
Bo is indeed familiar with eating soft rice.
He paced to the side of the road, although his temperament was still evil, but the jacket of his suit was untied, and he seemed to be a little confused.
Just standing there, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a group of bats that were resting under the street lamp.
If anyone else had been around, the bats would have seemed to tremble a few times before leaving.
What's more, there shouldn't be bats so close to people in the city center today, and the season is not in tune.
Everyone knows that bats prefer dark, damp places.
And how could it be here.
Nothing in front of you looks like it's real.
As the bats left, the black fog around them also dissipated a lot.
Mr.
Bo stood under the street lamp, and his shadow was stretched very long.
The night winds are a bit strong in autumn.
His black hair was blown a little messy, but even so, it didn't affect his handsomeness, but it made him look a little pitiful.
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