"It's a meeting, it's a meeting, it's a meeting... Malaga, get out of here, don't dive..."
In a spiritual space, the hall is high-end and luxurious. There is a bright crystal chandelier above the ceiling and a large round table in the center.
Xiao Feng's figure was the first to appear among them. He looked towards the round table and found his own place. After sitting down, he started yelling in the space.
A handsome man wearing a suit and leather shoes, with gold-rimmed glasses on his face, walked slowly over.
He was holding a glass of exquisite wine in his hand, and the wine was shaking in the crystal glass, elegant and noble.
Crown Prince.
The prince came somewhere and found his own seat. After sitting down, he took a sip of wine and spoke leisurely.
"What on earth could make our Lord Xiao Feng so nervous?"
Xiao Feng glanced at me, snorted coldly, and replied lightly, "You are not qualified to ask me questions."
Hearing this, the prince was not angry and smiled lightly.
"Hey, our Lord Xiao Feng seems to be angry. I would like to ask, who has such ability?"
A charming and soft voice echoed in this space.
A tall woman walked slowly and gracefully.
She has long curly chestnut hair draped over her shoulders in a lazy and fluffy manner. She wears a low-cut red evening gown that outlines her exquisite figure.
The long and narrow Danfeng has an extremely alluring mole under her eyes. Her red lips are alluring and coveted.
Liar.
Xiao Feng was calm at first, but when he saw the liar arriving, he became angry and cursed loudly.
"Do you still have the nerve to come?"
The liar smiled, lifted his long hair from his ears, and said in a soft and seductive voice, "How can you say that?
I have been working hard every day. I haven’t had my fingernails done in the past few days, and they have become unsightly. "
Veins popped up on Xiao Feng's forehead. Just when he was about to speak, he heard a very impatient voice.
"What on earth is going on? I still have an operation to do. Can you do it quickly?"
The person who came was the doctor. At this time, he was wearing a white coat and sterile gloves in his hands. He looked at Xiao Feng impatiently.
Xiao Feng directly spread his hands, "Okay, are we the poor people again?"
At this moment, a man with a long knife hanging on his waist and shabby clothes walked in slowly.
The man had a sparse beard, three-dimensional facial features, and cold eyes, as sharp as a knife.
He took care of himself and pulled out the bench, came to his seat and sat down, took out a cigarette, put it to his dry mouth, and slowly lit it.
Xiao Feng's eyes flickered and he murmured.
"Swordsman, you are such a rare visitor. I never thought you would come this time."
The swordsman said without any emotion in his voice.
"Just in time."
"Hey, I didn't expect you to come to the meeting again? What a rare guest." A hoarse voice sounded.
In a certain space, a rickety figure slowly walked out.
What came was an old man who could not be more plainly dressed.
The old woman has gray hair and a frown on her face, but her eyes are deep and moving.
The liar, Xiao Feng, the doctor, the prince, and the swordsman all had their eyes fixed.
The prince spoke slowly, "What day is today? Everything that should come and everything that shouldn't come has come."
Xiao Feng's eyes flashed with cold light, "Master Witch, it's really surprising to be able to come."
The old woman named Witch nodded slightly, sat down in her own seat, closed her eyes and stopped talking.
About half an hour passed, and somewhere the space was distorted at a rapid speed, and two figures, one large and one small, were gradually outlined.
The tall figure was wearing a white chef's outfit, with a slightly oil-stained towel hanging around his neck. The flesh on his face was squeezed together, and his belly was bulging.
The ground shook violently with every step he took.
Coming with him was a cute little girl with a sweet face.
The little girl is youthful, lively and agile. She has long silver hair tied into two braids and wears a light blue school uniform. She looks like a carefree junior high school student.
The little girl turned to the big man and said dissatisfiedly: "You fat pig, please be gentler, you are affecting my walking."
The big man wasn't angry either. He had a simple smile on his face, scratched the back of his head and smiled, "Okay, okay."
Xiao Feng looked in the direction of the two of them and smiled like a spring breeze, "Little one, give me a hug for my brother."
When the little girl saw this, she ran quickly towards Xiao Feng, jumped up, and hung directly on Xiao Feng's neck, smiling lightly.
"Stinky beggar, you look like a dog in your clothes now. I really can't recognize you. Give me a fire punch first." The little girl stretched out her pink fist, breathed towards her mouth, and punched 'hard' On Xiao Feng's chest.
Xiao Feng pretended to be defeated and shouted for mercy.
The big man shook his head behind him, stretched out his thick arms, picked up the little girl, and put her on the seat.
He pulled out the chair and sat down quietly. The chair was of good quality and was not damaged by his weight.
The liar smiled slightly, with seductive red lips, and said coquettishly, "Brother Chef, I'm a little hungry, how about you get something to eat?"
The big man named Chef smiled innocently and waved his hand, and tempting and delicious dishes appeared in front of everyone's table, as well as various famous wines and drinks.
Everyone's eyes lit up, even the swordsman and the witch who closed their eyes were amazed.
The witch clasped her hands together: "Thank you for the hospitality."
The swordsman slowly said: "Thank you."
When the little girl was about to reach for the beer, she was interrupted by the chef. The little girl looked at the big man openly and said angrily.
"What?"
The chef was startled and said softly, "Children can't drink. Painter, you'd better drink some hard food. Oh, and of course you can't drink too much. Be careful not to grow up, or you will gain weight."
The painter's white face showed anger, and he said viciously: "Say it again."
The chef was extremely determined, "No!"
The prince put down the wine glass in his hand and said, "Yes, the child is obedient."
What everyone says and what I say is completely different from the top leadership of 12 You Ye.
The painter was very angry and decided not to pay attention to the stupid chef for a week.
At this time, the air was filled with a terrifying spiritual pressure, and everyone's faces were startled. Then their smiling faces quickly returned to their previous silence.
Located in the main position, a figure is slowly outlined.
The man was dressed in white clothes, and his hair fell like a waterfall on his shoulders. His star-studded eyes slowly opened, looking at everyone, and smiled slightly.
"Don't be nervous, you continue. I prefer to see you lively, my children."
It is the founder of 12 You Nights, the god.
However, the people inside the round table did not speak. They looked at the god with respect, waiting for his instructions.
At this time, only the painter asked cautiously: "Boss God, can I drink?"
The god smiled and said: "Child, of course..."
The painter's face was excited. If the god is sure, then she can definitely drink. She has not tasted the taste of wine for a long time.
I miss you very much.
The corner of the god's mouth raised slightly, "Of course not, you are still young, how can you drink."
The painter's excited face suddenly turned down, and he weakly said: "Okay, okay."
The god's smile remained unchanged and he spoke.
"You should be more like a painter and don't keep a straight face all day long when you see me."
After glancing around, the god slowly spoke.
"The remaining people won't come. They have other tasks. Xiao Feng, why are you anxious for everyone to meet this time?"
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