Chapter 1040: : The Last Black-robed Saint

Jing Hongming is gone.
For the sake of Li Nanfang's good attitude, it cost him thirty-two yuan to pay the bill for the food he ate.
When Li Nanfang went to the bar to pay the money, the restaurant owner's face almost fell to the ground.
Especially after seeing him take out a black card, the proprietress bit her posterior teeth forcefully, and then she resisted the urge to swear in violation of professional ethics: "You said that you two big men came to my shop for dinner. It took so long to consume a total of thirty-two yuan. Now I am pretending to take out a legendary black card to swipe the order, why not die?"
However, since Boss Li is not like a good person, she still has to put on a smile, and after receiving the payment, she welcomes Mr. to come again next time.
What kind of attitude was the boss's wife, even because her hand shivered accidentally, she swiped an extra zero, and Li Nanfang didn't pay attention.
He was thinking about things.
Jing Hongming only told him the story of Jiang Moran, but he didn't listen to him tell the story of Yang Xiao or the God of Flower and Night.
This shows what?
It can only show that Jing Hongming already knew about Yang Xiao's existence. Knowing that she stole Jiang Moran's clothes, she also knew what Li Nanfang did in the hotel.
Perhaps, hiding in the distance and using the most advanced binoculars, I saw the scene where Yang Xiao hosted the wedding for the two through the window.
As the person in charge of the "East Factory" in the capital, Jing Hongming ignored Yang Xiao and let her come and go freely.
What does this show?
Li Nanfang walked out of the hotel with his clothes in his arms, and walked forward for more than ten minutes before slowly pondering over.
Jing Hongming had long known about Yang Xiao's existence, but it was beyond doubt.
After all, Hu once had a fight with this demon.
As long as Lao Hu knew, Jing Hongming would know.
This is not the point.
The point is that Li Nanfang finally realized that there is a relationship between Jing Hongming and others and Yang Xiao that he still can't see through.
To put it more bluntly, Jing Hongming should have known Yang Xiao's existence a long time ago, and also knew the purpose of her existence, why he wanted to kill Li Nanfang----but he didn't say it, and didn't want to interfere. Like an outsider, sitting on a pony sock holding a watermelon to watch the fun.
Li Nanfang wanted to know what was going on.
His new wife Hua Ye Shen, what he knows, should be able to solve most of his doubts.
But he didn't want Sister Ye Shen to say.
There is no grand revenge in this life, and Li Nanfang, who just wants to eat happily and wait to die, feels very clear at this moment being caught in a maze.
It can also be said to be a game.
Li Nanfang has never liked to play games. Isn’t it good for everyone to have this skill to pick up girls and catch tricks?
But reality has to force him to play this game.
It won't work if you don't use all your energy to play, or you will die.
And his Li Nanfang is the most important link in this game.
All the rules of the game revolve around him.
The game probably started from the day he first came into this world.
For the old and disrespectful old man, the dear and respectable teacher, Guiwei Longteng April but took his wife to dormant for more than 820 years of gratitude, the cold-blooded but passionate Jing Hongming, capricious Yue Zitong, the flower and night who has completely transformed into a beautiful girl, even Jiang Moran, Sui Yueyue, Shangdao Sakura and others, all play different roles in this game.
Li Nanfang almost never plays games that fascinate modern young people, but he knows the basic flow of all games.
It is nothing more than clearance, upgrade and fight monsters and finally get the big boos hidden behind the scenes.
The reason why the game is fascinating is because of its uncertainty.
The game he is playing now is 10,000 times more exciting than the mobile game.
Because young people play games at most for money, but he is killing him!
Not only his own fate, but also the fate of Huaye God, Jiang Moran and others.
It is now pinned on him.
If he takes a wrong step, not only will he be ruined, but the people he cares about will have a miserable ending.
So from now on, Li Nanfang can't help but have even a little negligence.
But there is no doubt that the harder the game to play, the biggest surprise will be the result you get in the end.
You can pay back as much as you give. This is a natural law that never changes.
"Okay, let's go on playing. Anyway, I have no retreat, and I can't go with the flow and really eat and die. It's just to fight for all my wealth."
After thinking about this, Li Nanfang looked up at the gray night sky and smiled happily.
He laughed because he was proud that in this game, he would play flowers that no one thought.
Does anyone know that just when the sky was getting dark, he temporarily remembered and asked Hua Ye God to give him a grand wedding?
He wanted to tell Jing Hongming.
After the cool Tenth Uncle Jing Hong thought he had everything he had, he interrupted him with a big wave and turned and left.
Thinking of how Jing Hongming would be surprised when he received an invitation from the Flower Night God, Li Nanfang wanted to smile even more triumphantly.
"He looks very proud."
After watching Li Nanfang walk quickly over the sidewalk downstairs, Jing Hongming said lightly.
"That's because he thought that he was going to hold a big wedding with Hua Ye God, and everyone, including you, would be surprised."
Hu Mietang's tone of voice now has become more and more masterful, just lazy.
"Are you really sure that he will hold another wedding with Hua Ye Shen?"
Jing Hongming turned his head and said to Hu Miantang, but his eyes were on the sofa in the corner behind the door.
This is the window box of a teahouse.
Teahouses are not restaurants. The most particular thing about this kind of place is its atmosphere.
There is no bright lamp in the hotel box in the box, only a table lamp is placed on the table, emitting a soft blue.
The lamp cover was obviously tilted, and all the light that was not bright was shining on the window.
The corner behind the door becomes the most backlit place.
Sitting alone on the most backlit sofa, it was not very conspicuous at first, and he was wearing a loose black robe.
This could be a—nun?
The nuns in the church wear such clothes, which can wrap up people with their heads and feet, their faces are covered with black gauze, and only a pair of eyes are exposed.
The eyes are still closed.
Just like a ghost of the night that was just about to show up, it was hard to notice.
When Jing Hongming turned around and asked this sentence, Hu Miantang also looked at this person.
But this person still did not move, let alone speak.
Jing Hongming didn't like others ignoring what he said. When his brows were slightly frowned, this person finally opened his eyes.
But it just opened it, and then closed it.
Although it was the moment when the eyes were opened, the light in the room seemed to brighten suddenly, with the color of the Arctic night sky.
What color is the night sky of the North Pole?
That is mysterious blue.
Then, the person began to speak.
This is a woman.
Very young and young----voice.
It is so crisp that one can imagine the sound of a naughty little girl in the countryside. She took a cone of melted snow from under the eaves and filled her mouth with a snapping sound.
But Jing Hongming couldn't understand every word she said.
Her words seemed to be cut off by teeth, half a syllable, half a syllable jumped out.
But Jing Hongming knew that this was the legendary Mesopotamian dialect.
It wasn't that he could hear it, it was because Lao Hu told him that.
Lao Hu is the translator of two people.
Jing Hongming was slightly surprised that Lao Hu could barely understand Mesopotamian.
Jing Hongming's surprise made Lao Hu a little proud.
Lao Hu is like a child sometimes.
Obviously it's the Murder Demon, okay ---- he will be proud after showing up in front of Jing Hongming, Xie Qingshang and others.
It's just that this pride is not easy to get. He didn't see the woman saying three words before he stumbled and asked?
This must be asking people, did I misunderstand what you said?
The woman was very anxious about Lao Hu's "stupidity", and at the end she stretched out her hands and gestured.
Jing Hongming discovered that her hands were very white.
This proves that the actual age of a woman is proportional to her crisp voice and she is very young.
This is a girl.
He grumbled a few more sentences that Jing Hongming didn’t understand, until the black robe girl nodded hard and closed her eyes that were as blue as the Arctic night sky, then Lao Hu raised his hand and wiped the thin on his forehead. Khan, a long sigh of relief.
"I would rather kill ten people on the street than talk to her anymore."
Old Hu said silently in his heart, and when he looked at Jing Hongming, he was proud of "I can understand what she said, I'm great": "She said, you can't doubt her. Because she divination, She has an unparalleled ability to look at pictures. In the past 20 years, she has helped people more than 70 times and has never been allowed. She also said that if you question her professionalism, you will be punished."
Jing Hongming immediately said coldly: "Help me ask her, I will question her professionalism and what kind of punishment can she receive."
"Okay. You pay me to eat roasted sweet potatoes, let's dance the disco together."
Lao Hu said a few words to the girl very fast.
The girl did not respond.
Lao Hu spread his hands helplessly, and said to Jing Hongming: "You have seen it too, she refuses to say it."
Jing Hongming didn't bother to pay attention to Lao Hu any more, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he walked quickly towards the door with his hands on his back.
Lao Hu is so naive. He really thought that Chief Jing Hong couldn't hear that he was talking nonsense when he asked girls?
As soon as he opened the door, Lao Hu’s serious voice came from behind:
She said just now that she has seen from the profile photos of the two people that they will have such a wedding. That little is more and more able to play now. Up."
Jing Hongming stopped opening the door and asked without looking back, "Can she stop this farce?"
The old Hu murmured something.
This time, the black-robed girl opened her eyes and replied a few words.
Lao Hu shook his head and said to Jing Hongming: "She said just now, no. This is God's will. Just like she warned us, don't interfere with Li Nanfang's affairs, to try to change God's destined long ago. result."
Jing Hongming turned his head and looked at the black-robed girl: "What is the destined result?"
After Lao Hu asked the black-robed girl in a low voice, he replied to Jing Hongming: "Li Nanfang, he will die. King Xuanyuan will be reborn."
"What about after rebirth?"
"The world is in chaos."
"Since you know that the world is in chaos, why not stop King Xuanyuan from rebirth in advance?"
"If you do that."
After Lao Hu asked the black-robed girl again, he slowly replied, "She asked you, do you know how the Mesopotamian civilization disappeared?"
Jing Hongming was silent for a long time before asking the last question: "Who is she?"
"Holy Woman."
Hu Mietang replied: "The last saint of Mesopotamian civilization."
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