Everyone looked at Ji Qianming, who was holding a blue rose in his hand, with a strange look on his face.
Ji Qianming pondered for two seconds: "I think your flower face is not very good, and the fire is too strong. This blue rose can remove the fire and reduce inflammation, and it is just the right time to bring it back to unity, and the merits will be complete."
After that, he directly inserted the blue rose in his hand into the middle of the ninety-nine roses. Then he walked away, his whole movement was clean and neat, without any sloppiness, and he actually had a hint of a master's demeanor.
Jiang Yongying: "???"
Golden Boy: "???"
Relatives and friends: "???"
"This expert... Bah, do you know this lunatic?"
Jiang Yongying took a deep look at Ji Qianming's leaving figure and shook her head, wondering what she was thinking.
Among the ninety-nine bright red roses in her hand, a blue rose was inserted alone. The breeze blew, and a petal rose with the wind and floated into the distance.
As soon as he turned the corner, Ji Qianming started running wildly, bitterness boiling in the corners of his eyes and flowing in the wind.
Damn it, all this shit has a beginning and an end, shouldn't I be watching those chicken soups for the soul, and not counting how much I'm weighing? You must go over and embarrass yourself!
Wrong payment! After all, it was paid in error.
The streets receded crazily before his eyes. He didn't know how long he ran or where he ran. He didn't stop until he was sweating profusely and exhausted.
Ji Qianming put his hands on his knees and kept breathing heavily.
There is a beginning and an end. I think this can be regarded as a beginning and an end, although it is not a good ending.
His mood slowly calmed down with his breathing. Jiang Yongying was just a passerby in high school life, and there would be better choices in the future. Don't force yourself when there is always time in your life, so why bother with yourself?
After resting for a while, he finally began to look around. There was no open shop on the unfamiliar street, and it took a long time to see even a streetlight on the roadside. He was probably approaching the suburbs, let alone taxis. , not even a ghost.
Ji Qianming smiled bitterly and could only walk the same way as before.
Suddenly, a sports car sped up from the other side of the street. A young man in gorgeous clothes was holding an alluring woman in his arms while driving, his eyes occasionally looking at the towering peaks on her chest.
"Master Hua, there's someone in front of me!" the woman suddenly shouted.
The young man was stunned, turned around, and saw a young man walking slowly on the sidewalk, and then slammed on the brakes.
Ji Qianming heard the hum of the sports car's engine. As soon as he turned around, he saw the dazzling high beams zooming into his field of vision. Its speed was so fast!
Squeak!
The harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground rang out in the dark night, followed by a dull crash. A thin boy flew through the air, rolled several times after landing, and then lay motionless on the ground.
"Damn, where did this guy come from?" The young man cursed and got out of the car. When he saw Ji Qianming lying on the ground, his expression changed. He carefully put his hand under Ji Qianming's nose, and then his whole body collapsed to the ground. His face turned pale.
"Master Hua, Master Hua! How's it going?" came the woman's voice in the car.
"It's over, dead!" He muttered a few times in a daze, then crawled back to the car and slapped the woman.
"It's all you bitch who made a mistake!" He stared at the woman, "Just pretend you didn't see what happened just now, otherwise you would know my methods!"
The woman was also frightened, whether because she killed someone or because of Hua Shao's threat. Her bright red lips were trembling and she nodded desperately.
The engine of the sports car sounded again and sped away, leaving only the breathless Ji Qianming lying alone on the ground, blending into the night.
They didn't notice that a silver light was quietly covering his chest, and a complicated pattern was slowly taking shape, simple and mysterious.
…
Ding dong.
The crisp doorbell rang, and the man in black who was resting on the sofa with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, with a hint of alertness in his cold eyes.
"Who?"
"Room service, sir."
A male voice came from outside the door. The man in black frowned slightly, slowly stood up, and walked through the luxurious living room, looking out through the peephole.
Outside the door was a man dressed as a waiter, with a fat figure, a kind face, and a naive look. He was pushing a dining cart waiting outside the door.
The man in black thought for a few seconds and then opened the door.
"Sir, this is a free late-night snack provided by our Hyatt Hotel for guests in the presidential suite." The fat man pushed the dining cart into the room and said with a smile.
"Oh?" The man in black raised his eyebrows, "What kind of dishes do you have?"
The fat man reached out to lift the lid and said, "We have steamed lamb, steamed bear paws, steamed deer tail, roasted duck..."
Man in black: "..."
Are you talking about cross-talk? Can your big plate hold so many dishes?
At this time, the fat man had already opened the lid of the dining car, and the man in black suddenly stepped back with his eyes focused.
It was a black pistol.
The man in black reacted quickly, and the fat man was even faster.
With lightning speed, he reached out and grabbed the pistol, raised his arm, took aim, and pulled the trigger in one go.
boom! boom! boom!
There was almost no pause between the three gunshots. Three high-speed rotating bullets were fired at the man in black in a zigzag pattern, blocking all his paths.
Master!
These two words flashed through the mind of the man in black. He had no time to think about it. The spiral pattern on the back of his hand flashed, and a huge safe appeared in front of him out of thin air. The bullet hit the strong alloy door of the safe. A few sparks were drawn, and then they were bounced elsewhere.
Boom! The heavy safe fell to the ground with a dull sound.
The man in black stood still and looked at the fat man coldly, not hiding the murderous intent in his eyes.
The sinister pistol made people shudder under the light. The fat man played with the pistol and looked at the man in black with murderous intent, smiling like a chrysanthemum.
"Fantasy, the leaf pattern danger level is A, and the sequence rank is 37. It is indeed a magical ability."
Hearing the fat man casually revealing his abilities, the man in black was not surprised at all but looked at him with interest.
"Interesting, your friend Gu Chen ranked Ye Wen? Are you a mentor?"
"Guess?" The fat man took out a cigarette from his pocket, "By the way, how did you guess that I was not a waiter?"
The man in black paused, then slowly said: "What do you think?"
The fat man chuckled, took a long drag on his cigarette, and blew out a smoke ring with a look of seeing through everything.
"You must have memorized the faces of all the waiters in this hotel at the front desk. This kind of childish thing can be done by anyone."
"No...how can such a high-end hotel have such a fat waiter? Isn't it obvious?" The man in black laughed and said.
The fat man's hand holding the cigarette shook, his face looked as if he had eaten dirt, and he glared at him in annoyance.
"You're done, little brother."
The fat man took a deep breath, and his whole body became dark. Darkness spread from his feet, swallowing all the light and darkness. Suddenly, the whole room felt like falling into an ice cave, and it was bone-chillingly cold.
The face of the man in black changed drastically as if he had seen a ghost.
"You...you are Lord Ming!"