The weapons I use are all wrapped in cloth strips.
They try to prevent others from discovering their identity, but they still have the so-called aura of the world. As long as someone with a heart can see it, they can see it, such as her.
So, Jin Koko thinks this place is definitely not as simple as an ordinary teahouse. This place should be opened by people in the world. Moreover, she dares to conclude that the boss who runs this teahouse has himself in the world.
Identity and ability.
That's it, she was very curious. The world and the royal family have always been like two worlds. He didn't care about him, and the other party didn't care about each other, but the thief who went to the palace to steal things went to help Rong Jin,
It made her feel really interesting...
The waiter just came to report that Nancheng Evil City was completely stunned and looked at Duanmu Ling in surprise. He never thought that Duanmu Ling had great magical powers so much that he could calculate it with just a finger. Jin Koko was downstairs.
Duanmu Ling just smiled slightly. He was just talking nonsense just now, but he didn't expect that the time for Jin Koko to find this place was so short.
"what to do?"
"What should I do..." Facing the questions of Nancheng Xiecheng, Duanmu Ling just played the piano leisurely again. The beautiful sound of the piano sounded from the room. The waiter tilted his head, not knowing that Mr. Duanmu, under such circumstances
, and there is still the mood to play the piano there.
"gentlemen……"
"Take her upstairs."
"Oh, OK!" The waiter nodded and turned around and left.
Dong Lingao shrugged helplessly and continued to blow the flute. With Duanmu Ling, Nancheng Xiecheng had a headache and his face was stinking.
The waiter came down again and told the gentleman that he had invited him. Jin Koko just smiled and nodded, followed him, and arrived at the door of the room on the second floor. The waiter knocked on the door, "Sir, that girl is already here."
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"Hmm..." It was just a single word pronunciation, but the corner of Jin Koko's mouth, which had just been outlined, immediately became stiff.
This voice... is so familiar that although she hasn't heard it for several years, it has forced her to remember who the sound belongs to?
Impossible...
Jin Koko shook his head, people had similarities, maybe the voices were so.
She pushed the door open and saw Duanmu Ling's fingers plucking the strings.
She squinted her eyes slightly. At this time, this place was no longer the ancient times that had traveled to unknown dynasties.
The European decorated room was wiped with clean black pianos, hazel hair, white skin as white as snow, gentle eyes, perfectly carved face, a grain of red sand between eyebrows, full of enchanting.
"Are you here?" Duanmu Ling spoke lightly. He looked at the confused Jinkoko, and suddenly felt an inexplicable strange feeling, as if he had seen it before.
Jin Koko's throat choked and astringent, almost hearing the 'you are here' in Duanmu Ling's mouth as 'you are back'...
There are so many magical things in this world, for example... Why is the man in front of me the same as 'Zero'? The same voice, the same voice, the same face, and even the same temperament. It seems like a different life
The feeling made her forget even the reason for coming here.
What's going on? In this world, why are there people who are exactly the same as "Zero" from head to toe?