"This morning, did you see Lao Dao?"

Xu Qinglang asked as he picked vegetables.

In the vegetable garden, fresh and tender vegetables grow well, with morning dew on them. Without filters or pictures, they give people a pleasant feeling.

Yes, facing a piece of vegetable, there is an illusion of facing a good work of art.

"No."

Black girl squatted in the ground to check the soil and replied that she would check the soil in the vegetable garden every day, and then fine-tuning to ensure the best soil quality here.

In the field, only one of the dead servants with his head exposed twisted his head in the direction of the outside.

"Out?" Xu Qinglang took a bite of the tomatoes he had just picked and chewed them. "I went out early in the morning. What's the hurry?"

The Deacon shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

Inside and outside the library, the visible greening and some vegetation in the invisible corner are actually the eyes and ears of the dead man. He is the security system of the library. No one can escape his "monitoring" when entering and leaving.

Shaking his head, Xu didn't think about it any more. He left the garden directly with the picked vegetables.

Since he had a vegetable garden, Xu Qinglang felt that his work was much easier. Some vegetables could be picked directly from the next room.

And it's all natural and pollution-free. If we don't consider the limitation of planting area and guarantee the output of the flowers on the other side, Xu Qinglang really wants to get all the fruit trees, grapes and vines on there. In the future, the store name can also be changed, not called the late night book house, the late night farm or the late night orchard.

Of course, the cost is not low. Although labor is free, it's a luxury to plant vegetables in the most prosperous commercial pedestrian street in the city center!

Walking to the bookstore door, Xu Qinglang turned over the "in business" sign and turned it into "out of business".

There is no ghost business in the bookstore now. This business could not be done originally. Besides, the old way that likes to sit behind the bar and watch TV to kill time is not available. Xu Qinglang is too lazy to sit there and be a pendulum clock, so he just closes the door first.

Go upstairs, go back to your room, move the carpet away, and reveal the dense mysterious array runes below. This was the case long ago. Xu Qinglang likes to transform his room into a array exhibition room. When lawyer an first came in, he was really blind.

On the side of the wall, there is a huge map of China with many small flags on it.

Since the last time boss Zhou took a group of people to Sichuan, Xu Qinglang has been investigating the real location of his master.

Of course, it may not be his master, or another thing, and his master was born from that thing.

It sounds a bit awkward, but that's the reason.

A person who wants to die but can't die, who has been tortured into the existence of a deep defender, can't be regarded as a person for a long time. His death and his birth have always been very confusing.

According to the original policy of boss Zhou,

salted fish prevails!

In order to make the salted fish better,

then we have to:

those who offend me must be punished even if they are far away!

Xu Qinglang's master, however, had two deadly feuds with the library. We can imagine that if we give him another chance, the next time he "survives", he will find trouble in the library directly.

If it's a post for the next battle, a group fight in the challenge arena or a one-on-one fight, that's OK. The key and strange means emerge one after another, which makes people defenseless. For example, when the winning hook didn't wake up, he came.

This hidden danger must be cut off in advance.

Xu Qinglang felt his master's position very early.

in the middle of the array in front of him was a glass bottle. The black beads in the bottle were the traces left by his master last time.

And what Laoxu has been doing these days is actually doing the reverse derivation according to these traces to sense each other's position.

However, the results deduced every day make people laugh and cry.

This day is in the southwest, this day is in the northeast, this day is in the south, this day is in the northwest, in a word, it is constantly around the map of the cock's head, ass, back, egg

Keep circling,

just don't lean towards the chicken's belly.

I don't know what's going on or what's going on over there, but one thing is for sure, it's impossible to find out the other side and attack at a fixed point in the aimless way of "crossing" by relying on the current human and material resources of the library.

Xu Qinglang sat down with his knees crossed, a bit like he was finishing a task and started to urge the formation.

The array began to move slowly, and the black beads in the glass bottle began to tremble slightly.Xu Qinglang sank down and began to feel.

Suddenly,

Xu Qinglang opened his eyes,

his mouth opened,

in his eyes, with surprise, with fear, with anger,

at the same time, with a touch of surprise!

"He Here we are. "

………………

Tongcheng Hotel, 15 years ago, was a landmark building in Tongcheng. At that time, people in Tongcheng had to go there for dinner or accommodation as a matter of great face.

However, with the rapid development of the city in recent years, Tongcheng hotel has long lost its unique and unique aura in the past. The nearby high-rise buildings have been erected continuously. The role of the former big brother has finally become a poor brother.

"Yes, it's right here. Three suites. How much is it?"

Boss Zhou went out of the hall after checking in at the front desk.

Lin Ke stood beside him. When Zhou Ze reached for his pocket, he found the cigarette box empty.

Lin Ke handed over a pack of cigarettes and drew one for Zhou Ze.

"Just bought it."

"Well."

Boss Zhou didn't say thank you either. He took his own place and smoked.

At the beginning, when she was a ghost, little Lori used to be a terrifying mountain in front of her. Now, she can help herself to buy cigarettes with her eyes.

But the thought of "Qing" is already in Tongcheng. Maybe there are two babies to come in a few days. Boss Zhou is big for a while, and the little bit of self feeling just rising disappears instantly.

Lao Dao, Lao Dao, you must not let me down.

Now, boss Zhou can only expect Lao Dao to keep his record, otherwise, the bookstore will be hard and positive with "Qing" sooner or later.

At this time, a group of men in suits came in from the outside, surrounded by a woman with heavy makeup. The thickness of the powder on the woman's face is estimated to kill the mosquito directly.

"It's just here. The conditions are not so good. Where to choose? Change, change!

I'm going to call my brother. Isn't that a hoax!

Hello, brother, what kind of shabby hotel do you choose? I know you are busy, I know you are busy, but I can't stay here. "

The woman yelled at the door of the hall for a while, turned around and left. The bodyguard immediately surrounded her and left together.

"Well, who is this? It's not an overseas Chinese. It must have been 20 years ago."

Next to boss Zhou, the lobby manager of the hotel should be standing. At this time, he is complaining discontentedly.

"Overseas Chinese?" Zhou Ze asked curiously.

At the same time, I was also thinking about whether they would not be satisfied with the arrangement of Qingqing and the two babies to come here?

I don't think so. It's people who have been imprisoned in hell for decades. How can they be so poor and fussy.

"Ah, it's said that he came back with the coffin, ready to go home and settle down."

The lobby manager seemed to realize that he was out of control. He nodded and smiled at Zhou Ze and turned back to work.

Boss Zhou shrugged and said to little Lori:

"let's go back to the bookstore first."

…………

There is a section of old urban area in the most corner of Tongcheng city. When the bullet train was built, the original railway line passed here. It should have been demolished here, but several nail households insisted on staying here.

Later, the planning department of the government directly changed the line and went around here.

As a result, the demolition projects in this area have stagnated and will not be mentioned again.

In recent years, due to historical reasons and changes in urban factors, this area has become a settlement for migrant workers. It's a little hidden in the world and a little mixed.

The old road stopped at the intersection. I didn't dare to drive in. The road inside is narrow. There are several other cars parked there at will. If you drive in, you may have to be stuck inside if you want to drive out again.

"Please, be careful and slide on the ground."

Lao Dao is very attentive.

In his eyes, the girl in front of him, oh no, woman, oh no, Queen!

It should be someone that the boss attaches great importance to, otherwise he will not let himself be a guide to take her out for sightseeing.

So I have to be more careful. I have to wait on her. I can't let her miss anything.

Lao Dao has taken this matter as a political task, and attaches great importance to it ideologically.

"Monkey, in it?"

"Yes, yes, I've inquired about it. There are several monkey playing artists living here. They often come out at night to perform at night market stalls to make money."

Qing nodded and walked in.

Exactly,

at this time,Inside, a fat man with a big gold chain around his neck came out with a blue and white porcelain jar, followed by a large group of bodyguards in black suits.

One of the assistant women delivered it to his ear with a mobile phone. Someone should have called him.

"Hey, sister, what are you doing?

If the hotel is not good, you can change it.

I'm busy here.

Where is my grandma's hometown.

I haven't found it after walking around with the urn for so long! "