Chapter 320 Letter of Confession
Chicago Civic Opera House, conference room.
Leonardo, the young man who was negotiating on behalf of the family alliance, said the words "Replace the Dragon Clan" in an extremely seductive tone. He looked down at Angers and waited for his answer. His expression was like a chess player making a general move, calm and calm. Wait for the other person to bow his head and admit defeat.
As expected, Angers looked up at him, holding a cigar in his mouth, and raised the champagne glass containing amber liquid in his hand to signal.
Leonardo smiled like a winner. In his opinion, Angers' move undoubtedly meant that he was convinced. What he raised was not a wine glass, but a white flag in this negotiation war.
However, he finally saw the real white flag, and only saw the white light flashing before his eyes.
There seemed to be an icy wind blowing in the white light - first my face felt a little cold, and then my entire upper body came into complete contact with the cold air. My skin tightened due to the cold, and my hair stood up one by one.
The next moment, the white light in front of his eyes faded, and the sound of cloth ripping was heard in his ears. He lowered his head blankly, and the clothes on his upper body had turned into a few rags hanging on his body.
What the people staring at Angers saw was even stranger. Suddenly, Angers, who was sitting peacefully, disappeared, but the champagne glass he raised was still in the air. After hovering for a moment, the glass naturally fell. However, the wine glass only fell for a very short moment before being caught by another hand.
A slender white palm caught the wine glass, and the amber liquid stirred up under the action of inertia. Some of it flew upwards from the mouth of the cup, then fell back under the action of gravity, and rejoined the whole body without a drop.
As the wine receded, the black suit and white shirt on Leonardo's upper body exploded into hundreds of rags and flew in all directions. His muscular body was completely exposed, leaving only his starched collar.
Angers stood behind Leonardo, spinning a folding knife about 20 centimeters long in his hand. The light of the blade danced under the light. During the occasional rhythmic pause, the unique pattern of Damascus steel on the blade was revealed. , wildly beautiful.
In the dancing sword light, the young man's mustache fell sparsely, and each strand was clearly illuminated by the sword light.
The young man's finely trimmed short beard fell down, making him look more like a young man.
At the same time, he heard a small crack in his skin, so clear, and then the crack became longer and longer, spanning the entire face. Blood lines slowly appeared, and blood beads seeped out one after another, and blood-red threads strung blood-red beads.
"Actually, when I was listening to you talk, I always wanted to trim your beard." Ange smiled, "But if it bleeds accidentally, there will be no charge."
Henkel glanced at Angers' previous position.
Lu Mingfei is sitting there now. This young man is leaning on Ange's chair in a casual and comfortable posture, holding the goblet that should have fallen to the ground and broken. Now Henkel feels that he can be sure of this The spirit of young people is that time is zero.
"Hey, Angers, don't be angry with the child." He looked at Angers again and spoke calmly, as if Angers had just done something trivial like patting a naughty child on the back. Little things.
Angers took a puff of his cigar and said, "You have to educate. You know I am an educator."
He blew the smoke from the cigar, which smelled of cardamom and leather, on Leonardo's face: "Young man, don't you know that you are a dwarf in the eyes of the pure-blooded dragon clan? Your possession of their bloodline is not complete, you Talking big words but having low self-esteem. New dragon clan? Don't be kidding, your soul is not even enough to support your current bloodline."
“Legend has it that the dwarf Alberich admired the magical gold at the bottom of the Rhine River, but the three guardian goddesses ruthlessly laughed at his ugliness and extravagant hopes, so he angrily stole the gold and cast it into a ring that represented power. , and at the same time, he is doomed to lose his happiness." Lu Mingfei shook the wine glass that belonged to Angers. The gold-like liquid was flowing in the wine glass under the light, and he looked at the young man, "But this is just a myth. There is also gold in the Dragon Clan, but The ones guarding the gold are not some beautiful goddesses. They are covered in scales and sprayed with dragon breath that smells like gunpowder smoke and sulfur. You are just an armadillo that strayed into the dragons' lair, but you intend to steal the gold at the bottom of the Rhine."
"How many shots of Rhine can you resist?" Lu Mingfei asked, squinting at the young man and shaking his wine glass.
Henkel sighed. He was an old man about the same age as Angers. He had experienced too much and changes could no longer scare him. But he could also see that the so-called "cooperation", or bribery of Angers to make him a secret The plans of those close to them in the party cannot go forward, at least today.
"It seems it's time for us to say goodbye," Angers put away the pocket knife and dropped the ash from his cigar on the black walnut table. "Your wine is good, but the taste is a bit bad."
"Before you open this door, are you interested in listening to a piece of advice from me?" Henkel said, "Just think of it as my apology for the rudeness of young people."
"What?" Angers asked.
"Be careful of the Solomon Temple Society," Henkel said. "In terms of our attitude toward dragon slaying, we are indeed not as firm as you, let alone as fanatical as you are. But if compared with the Solomon Temple Society, we can be regarded as dragon slayers with a very firm stance. family."
"I remember that the Grand Leader was changed not long ago before the Solomon Temple meeting? Do you have any inside information?" Angers asked.
"The new grand leader is a very mysterious figure, and the information we can get is very limited," Henkel shook his head: "Sometimes, no news means good news, but sometimes, it's the other way around. "
Angkor nodded and stopped continuing the topic, but looked at Leonardo, who was still bleeding from his face.
"Although you are still an immature child, I agree with your assessment of Frost. He just likes to jump around and fight sheep, and he is good at rhetoric." He patted the young man's tense face. , pushed out the door.
Lu Mingfei walked up to Leonardo with a wine glass, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Don't take it too seriously. Certain obsessions will become deeper as people get older. Old people will always worry about certain things." It explodes at one point, not to mention that the principal is a recognized old gangster."
"Thank you... thank you." Leonardo was shocked that this young man who had been rude and aggressive before came back to comfort him. This strong contrast made him feel a little flattered and touched inexplicably.
"You're welcome," Lu Mingfei said grandly, "You see your face is bleeding. Come on, let me wash it for you."
After saying that, Lu Mingfei raised his hand holding the wine glass, poured every drop of the wine in the glass onto Leonardo's face, dropped the glass and turned to leave.
The wine glass shattered on the ground, glass residue scattered everywhere, Leonardo's face looked like his parents had just died.
…
A few days later, in Susie and Nono's dormitory.
Zhuya was lying on Nono's desk, the pen tip leaving black ink marks on a piece of common pure white letter paper.
"Tomorrow night at eight o'clock, see you at the fountain pool next to the grove in the southwest of the library...can you call this a love letter?" Nuonuo on the side glanced at the words written by Zhuya on the paper and couldn't help but complain. .
"No matter how you look at it, this is more like a date, right?" Susie on the side said hesitantly.
"I told you it's not a love letter. I just want to ask him out and make it clear." Zhuya's face turned slightly red. "Besides, if I really write a love letter, can I still let you two watch?"
"I won't say anything about your tone and wording," Nono sighed, "Sister, can you write this word more gracefully? How can you be more manly than a man? See for yourself, she looks like a girl. ——Especially the words that a girl who writes a confession letter can write? If I hadn’t seen you write it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was Chu Zihang’s invitation to a duel to Caesar.”
Even Su Qian nodded along with Nono. Although in her opinion, Zhu Ya's handwriting looked nothing like Chu Zihang's, the iron-painted silver hooks, sharp edges and corners, and the strong and serious style of swordsmanship were indeed quite similar. , if you tell someone who knows Chu Zihang but has never seen Chu Zihang's calligraphy that this is Chu Zihang's calligraphy, there is a 90% chance that that person will believe it.
"And where did you buy this envelope? Putting a confession of trust in it is like putting a wedding dress in a travel bag to keep peace!"
Nono shook an envelope in his hand. It was a light brown plaid envelope with a birch bark-like background and decorated with dark ribbons. Although it seemed to be well-made, the overall style was obviously more suitable for use. for official business dealings.
"I just bought it casually. They said it's not a love letter or a confession letter. It's just an appointment with him to make things clear. Why should I be so particular about it?" Zhuya snatched her own envelope from Nono's hand and said sternly, I also regretted that I seemed to have bought the envelope hastily.
"Have you finished writing your letter of confession? The classes for your sophomore year have not started yet. Why don't you send it to Old Tang now?" Su Qian suggested when she saw that Zhuya had started to fold the letter paper and put it into the envelope.
"Ahem, well...it doesn't have to be delivered today, right? School has just started, what if he is a little busy these days?" Zhuya blinked, "How about I give it to him in a few days?"
"cut!"
"cut!"
Susie and Nono made disdainful sounds at the same time.
"It's against you two girls!"
Zhuya slapped the letter on the table, jumped on Susie and Nuonuo to tickle them, but was lifted up and thrown onto the bed by the two of them, and then they pounced on them and pinned them down.
"Hey wait! I was wrong! Help-"
Zhuya's calls for help and begging for mercy were drowned in the laughter of Susie and Nono. The sunlight passed through the tree canopy and the windows. The shadows of the leaves were printed on the desk. The light brown envelopes were placed slanted on it. The decorative ribbons were floating in the breeze. Shake gently.
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Recommend (xian) recommend (ji) a friend's new book "After three years of studying Taoism, is it still too late to change my major?"
Introduction:
Someday.
Su Luo, a college student, asked on Zhihu:
"I have studied classical Taoism for three years, and I have some regrets. Is it still too late to switch to the popular modern martial arts or spiritual mechanics?"
But his question attracted a group of respondents who were nicknamed "monks" and shared their strange professional experiences:
[This person has a way to die]: "There are only useless people, but no useless profession!"
[Key Immortal]: "Warriors are the ones responsible for the force of my Daxia world. They can move mountains, overturn seas, subjugate monsters, suppress demons, command gods, reach for stars, cut off rivers, destroy cities, and open the sky!"
[General Fan]: "Run! Classical Taoist arts are shameless! How many presidents of the Taoist Taoist Association have changed every term? Can't you change it? You can't change the medicine without changing the soup! They are ferocious beasts. There is a reason for the lineage to say, what kind of soldiers do I lead? I lead a group of big muscle tyrants. Who are you in this group, are you worthy of hunting me? What is the current level of Daxia Taoism? There are just a few seedlings. , Do you dare to hunt ferocious beasts in your Zhao Sheng or whatever? Can he enter the Two Realms Mountains? He can’t enter. He doesn’t have the ability. Do you know..."
Su Luo laughed heartily and praised the rich imagination of these troll netizens with a double click.
only,
The moment he opened the window,
The bright smile on his face suddenly froze...