Chapter 264: truth

"Ms. Leng is going to school in Shengde now, how do you feel?" Evans personally opened the car door for her, turned sideways, and led her to the door. The smile on his face was a little playful and his eyes were warm.
Same as when I met on Tuesday, I was still such a person, except that I put on a blindfold tonight and covered my right eye, which was more contradictory than the weak bookishness that day. Probably because of what Frey said on the road, she now sees Evans's first reaction, that this person is prone to extremes.
After so many years of enduring the massacre, it’s too early for me to endure the massacre, but now I have the power to take care of the overall situation. I have to be involved in the whole situation. I can only stare at the enemy myself, restrain myself, and become a normal person. Just crazy.
"It's okay, every day is to go to class, play games, and feel comfortable." In her opinion, club activities and playing games are the same. Compared with the upcoming military school life, she feels that Monday to Thursday are perfect. holiday. Not knowing why, she subconsciously felt that tomorrow's military school entrance ceremony would definitely not be easy.
"Is Shengde High School so relaxed now?" Evans couldn't help raising her eyebrows. How could it be in her mouth that the most difficult high school in the empire was like a kindergarten. It was not a place to go to school, but a relaxing place. amusement park.
"The benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees the wisdom." She chuckled, and stepped into the Marshal's Mansion with her right foot, obviously not wanting to talk more. Talking about high school life with a senior officer? Sorry, she feels a bit beefy on this topic.
The guards' eyes flashed, Qi Qi looked, seeing Evans and Frey standing next to her, as if to lead her, and as if they were slowing down and chatting with her. The three stood side by side. Yes, no one is behind.
When this kind of thing is placed on other women, they must be blinded, but when placed on Leng Yiyao, they all feel they are used to it. Just kidding, when she first appeared in the marshal's mansion, she directly watched the mass shooting, and she still smiled leisurely. I want to love her to find a trace of dignity and virtuousness of ordinary women. I am sorry, it is purely to seek abuse.
"It's still early, the chef should be busy with dinner," Evans glanced at his watch. Leng Yiyao came directly after school. He didn't spend much time on the road, and now the sky hasn't completely dimmed. , He glanced towards the brightly lit lobby: "The marshal is still working on things in the office, otherwise, shall we go there to see?"
The host is busy, it's not impossible to steal some fun from the side, but here Hemo... Leng Yiyao smiled, responding to Evans's suggestion as kind: "Okay."
Frey's eyes were startled, and he thought to himself, why didn't he have such good guidance before, and Evans hadn't done anything, but it was so natural to lead Miss Leng to the marshal's room, convenient, fast, There is nothing wrong with reaching the goal.
"Buckle"
Evans was at the door and knocked on the door of Hemer's office.
Hemo just finished reading the last piece of material on the chair and heard the knock on the door. He looked up from the material, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and said, "Come in."
The three of them filed in, Leng Yiyao walked in the middle, the dizzy yellow light fell on her face, a piece of afterglow, like a good picture scroll slowly unfolding. Hemo's gaze paused slightly, and he couldn't help but take another look. I don't know if it is his illusion, Leng Yiyao during the day and her at night have a completely different feeling. She wore a white coat and black skirt that day, standing in the crowd, fresh and eye-catching, like the only lotus in full bloom in a lotus pond, which makes people unable to look away at a glance. But today, she is wearing a khaki windbreaker with random matching inside. A light yellow dress. There was a soft smile on his face, but the smile was clear and clear. She said she was a student, but her eyes made him forget her age every time.
"I heard that you won the key to the Shengde Group private library from Yunlai." He stood up, and casually nodded the chairs in front of him with his fingertips.
Frey blinked and stood back automatically without sitting. Evans was not polite. He directly picked a chair that was a little farther away, tilted it casually, and picked up the teacup by the table, holding his breath slightly, letting the fragrance of tea envelop him.
Leng Yiyao looked at Evans's face so comfortable that she almost fell asleep, couldn't help but smile, and didn't refuse, and sat directly on the nearest chair to Hemo. She was not surprised that Hemo knew her every move at Shengde High School.
"Yes, two keys, one is the password that is regularly modified on Walker's side, and the other is Yunlai's platinum key." Her hand turned slightly under the light. I don't know when the platinum key turned out to be. It happened to fall in the center of the palm, appearing silently, but just right.
The eyes of Evans, who closed his eyes slightly, flickered, and looked all the way down from her wrist, but did not find the slightest loophole. There are no pockets in her windbreaker, and the dress inside is worn next to the body, obviously there is no hiding place.
So where did she get this card from? The movement was so fast that it was already in the palm of his hand from the moment he entered the door.
Even Frey stood in the distance, his eyes lagging.
Hemo only quietly lowered her head and glanced at her small palm, which was pink and white, as if it was only half the size of his palm. On the platinum door key, it was nothing but a dragonfly glance, "Go in." How does it feel afterwards?"
He loves books all the time and has countless collections of books, but due to his busy schedule, he has not had much time to read. In order to save time, he put a lot of books in that villa so that he can read them at any time. Unexpectedly, after she moved into the villa, she also entered Shengde's private library. As far as he knows, the collection of books there is not inferior to the National Library.
"Convenient and fast." She laughed, turning her palms, and again, the card disappeared without a trace as it appeared. "There is a satellite 2.0 encrypted computer inside, and almost all the books that can be seen outside can be downloaded on the computer in an instant. As for the other..." Her fingertips circled the end of her hair and said lightly: " I'm not particularly interested in those rare and precious treasures, so I didn't look at them."
Evans listened with great interest in the first half, thinking that this girl was hardworking and studious, and even knew the 2.0 encryption computer. But the more I listened later, the more wrong...
What the is not interested in rare treasures? Doesn't it mean that women are born without resistance to these things?
Suddenly I remembered that when I talked to Hemo that day, Hemo's meaningful sentence, "Do you think she is such a kid?"
At this moment, looking at her uninterested look, she finally understood the way out.
A woman who doesn't have any special hobbies for rare and exotic treasures, what kind of ingratiation does it have to be right?
He suddenly glanced at Hemo with sympathy. Before the other party found out, he quickly turned away, lowered his head and took another sip of tea.
"Since books are more interesting than rare and precious treasures, what kind of books are you more interested in?" Hemo smiled lightly as if he had expected her answer earlier, and drew a military weapon from the shelf. The writing was handed to her.
She touched the thick paper with her fingertips, paused, and looked around for a week, as if she had discovered that his office was full of books, and she shook her head and chuckled, "I haven't touched this kind of monograph. I am interested in architecture."
On the computer in the villa, she read books about architecture and drawings of the royal airport. She said that, she was very high-sounding, without a trace of cover.
Hemo nodded, his eyes followed the book on his hand, and he sank slightly: "Then what do you think of weapon improvement?"
As soon as the voice fell, the whole office was silent.
Evans's hand holding the teacup was frozen in the air, almost spitting out the tea from his mouth. He, did he have an ear problem just now?
Even if Hemo took a fancy to this little girl again, he wouldn't use such important things in the military to ask her at will.
Some time ago, the internal rebellion that leaked the secrets was dealt with arbitrarily, in order to prepare for weapon modification in advance. Even if he was abroad, he could guess one or two when he heard the wind, but the little girl in front of him...
A businessman from Leng's family, would she know this?
The key is that with Hemo's thoughts about the city, he is willing to tell the harmony? He is not afraid that she will tell others these secrets when she turns her head?
Leng Yiyao suddenly raised her head and met Hemo's dark pupils. For a moment, her expression was almost exactly the same as Evans.
She knew what he was doing was one thing, but it was another thing that he pulled her into the game. Even before she officially reported to the military academy, she just let out such secret-related matters casually like a chat. What did he make?
"I haven't come into contact with the most widely used firearms in the military, but as far as the scars on Zhai Mu's body were seen last time, reducing the recoil of the firearms is the most urgent problem that needs to be resolved." She paused for a second before continuing Finished. At the D City Hotel that night, after Zhai Mu entered the suite, Hemo asked him to take off his shirt. At that time, she saw clearly that those were the result of the recoil force of the sniper rifle. For veterans who have received military training for many years, if they can't stand it, how can other ordinary soldiers bear it?
"The problem is known, the key is how to solve it." In the world, there are three W principles, namely "what", "what", "how", "how", "why" and "why". He didn't believe that she had only such a simple understanding after seeing what he had done. On the contrary, he suspected that it was because she knew too much that she was reluctant to express opinions easily.
Just like what she just said about architecture, she is really not proficient, so she said it for granted, not or not, she is studying, researching, and deepening. But when it came to the weapon matter, there was no hesitation in her eyes. Even the momentary pause just now seemed to be a well-designed performance. That night, when he held the book on the excuse of going back to the villa to find something, her expression was exactly the same as it is now.
Leng Yiyao glanced down at the monograph in her hand, the difficult and incomprehensible language, for her, was actually not suffering. On the contrary, her views and mastery of guns and weapons are completely different from that of everyone in this era and country. However, she was only sixteen years old, and using an electronic pen bar to penetrate the stainless steel tabletop can be explained as applying mechanics, winning the game of 30 flying knives, and directly winning the key to the private library of Shengde Group. In order to get through the back door, use Walker's "leak" to solve the problem. So, what about military weapons? If she told all her insights, would the people in this room immediately lock her by her side and not allow her to miss the slightest? Even from then on, she was never allowed to go half a distance.
At that time, how would she explain, where did the things in her mind come from?
After so many rebirths, she has experienced too many stories, but one reason has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Great good is close to hypocrisy, great wisdom is close to demon-this kind of people seem to be infinitely beautiful, but often no one is good at beginning and ending.
"This book is a bit too esoteric for me," she pushed it away half-jokingly: "I haven't reached that level yet."
Evans, who was sitting on the side, also found that Leng Yiyao's refusal now was a bit too straightforward, and there was no room for any change.
I didn't want to see it, I didn't want to see it, I didn't want to even bother to make excuses, but plainly told the Marshal that there was no possibility of discussion.
"Sooner or later, I will come in contact." Hemo chuckled lightly, his eyes flashing.
The three people in the room were all startled, but their expressions were completely different.
Evans suddenly realized that Frey was shocked and surprised, but Leng Yiyao was surprised.
"What did you say?" She suddenly didn't understand what his hand meant.
Taking her into Baize and introducing her into the military academy, she can still understand that this is to completely pull her into the military, but now, the weapon modification has not been fully implemented, which is clearly a highly confidential matter, but he said that she will contact sooner or later. ?
Hemo glanced at the surprise in her eyes. After a long time, he smiled slightly: "Enter the military academy. You will learn these things in the future, and you will encounter them sooner or later."
His words can be explained well enough, but the three people in the room felt that the meaning of what he just said was clearly not the case.
It's just that no one exposed, no one broke.
Hemo chuckles and throws the book in his hand on the table casually. "Those experts in ordnance and weapons have made a lot of suggestions, but I am not very satisfied. If you see similar books in the library, you might as well take a look. It will help after entering the military academy."
He mentioned the library twice today, in order to really make her pay more attention to military books, or to tactfully tell her that the knowledge of architecture is just a trick, so that she should not waste time?
I hope she thinks more.
Leng He blinked and suddenly felt that he couldn't keep up with his rhythm.
"Jingle Bell"--
The inside line of the office suddenly sounded, Leng Yiyao and Hemo stared at each other, Frey bit his head and consciously answered the phone, simply and directly: "What's the matter?"
"Colonel, dinner is ready, do you want to eat now?" The chef in charge of dinner tonight carefully lowered his voice.
Frey looked up, looked at the expressions of the three people in the room, covered the handset of the phone, and asked Hemo for instructions.
"Let's go," he put on his jacket casually, his eyes turned towards Leng Yiyao with a slight smile: "It's rare to get together today, next time I wait for Evans to come back, I don't know when."
She also nodded, after all, the main purpose of tonight is to make a living for someone.
Evans looked up with an expression of "Don't make trouble": "It doesn't come back to me in 800 years. Don't worry, I will come back often to harm you." What does it mean to climb up along the pole? , Right now. Evans curled his lips lightly in a place no one saw. He just suggested that Leng Yiyao should be brought into the Marshal's Mansion under the pretext of being a fruit.
The four of them talked and laughed, walking all the way to the restaurant, only to see the fat chef standing at the door waiting.
"Marshal, good evening, gentlemen and ladies." He bowed his head and bent down almost religiously, his face full of respect.
Hemo waved his hand with a casual look: "Let's serve it."
The chef stood up and nodded immediately, but his gaze flicked over Leng Yiyao's face subconsciously, thinking in his heart that tonight's staple food order, "Please wait a moment." Bowed down and started to work. His plump body is completely out of proportion.
Frey glanced at the low-bubble fruit wine on the table, and immediately gave the chef a thumbs-up, but he had eyesight.
The only man at the table was Leng Yiyao, who was a minor girl. Drinking or something was really not suitable. But how could he succeed in persuading her to stay in the marshal's mansion if he didn't have some special drinks tonight.
Hey...
Frey lowered his head, subconsciously hid the smile on his face, walked to the table and poured drinks for everyone. When it was Leng Yiyao's turn, he specifically explained: "This is the fruit wine with the lowest alcohol content. There will be seafood tonight. , The chef specially selected, don’t worry, you won’t get drunk.

Leng Yiyao followed the slightly sparkling fruit wine for a moment, nodded, did not refuse. In fact, seafood is a cold food, and drinking wine is indeed beneficial. However, the smile of Frey just now was a little frightening. Does he think that this bit of alcohol will bring her down?
She shouldn't offend him either.
Or, people in the military like to "measure alcohol" to see where the bottom line of other people's alcohol is? Before, she had seen a few veteran scoundrels, pitting new recruits desperately. Is this custom preserved no matter where it is?
"If you don't like it, you can change to another drink." Evans almost defeated Frey. The intention was so obvious that even a blind man could see that he had other plans. He hurriedly added a sentence with the intention of washing him.
Leng Yiyao shook her head, "It's okay."
Hemo sat on the main seat and saw that she did not refuse Frey's full glass of wine. Originally wanted to remind that this wine looks like fruit wine, but in fact it has great stamina. At this moment, I heard her indifferent rejection. , I don't know why, I suddenly changed my mind, and the words just disappeared.
Just a few seconds after the drink was poured, the chef served tonight's dinner vigorously.
The Alaskan king crabs were all packed on a huge plate and pushed directly on a cart. Placed in the center of the table, there are almost one-meter-long crab legs, which makes the whole table elegant.
"The sea crabs specially airlifted from abroad this morning are the freshest. The dipping sauce is on the side. You can choose according to your own preferences." After all, there were sixteen seasoning plates of different colors. The content is rich and colorful, almost dazzling.
Almost the varieties of these seasonings include all the flavors of the Empire, and you can choose them at will.
Leng Yiyao's eyes brightened. Except for the seafood at the "Star Tower" that night, she hadn't eaten an authentic seafood meal for a long time, especially in such a domineering way of serving, this Alaskan sea crab The size is simply stunning.
"The seasonings are mixed together, and the flavor is better." The chef took out several public tableware, among which the delicate silver spoon was the most conspicuous. He first picked up the dish in front of Leng Yiyao demonstratively, and superimposed it. Bit by bit, the sixteen plates of seasonings were made into a brightly colored sauce in a unique way and proportion, and placed in front of her eyes: "Try it and you will know."
In addition to his exquisite craftsmanship, the chef is really smart. Since knowing that all his dishes are based on Leng Yiyao's taste, he skipped the marshal tonight and served Leng Yiyao first. service.
Leng Yiyao looked up at the chef suspiciously and saw that no one in the room raised any objections. Her gaze fell on Hemo's calm and unwavering face, and she pondered for a second. In the end, she couldn't bear the amazing smell in front of her. Delicious, remove the crab meat and put it in.
At that moment, the full and elastic crab meat seemed to open the door to another world. Fresh, tender, juicy, sweet and delicious, it is simply not enough to describe the ultimate satisfaction of this bite.
She couldn't help closing her eyes almost at the moment of the entrance, her face full of surprise.
A smile flashed through Hemo's dark eyes, her gaze fell on her slowly chewing fresh petal lips, after a moment, she looked away.
Evans watched Hemo's performance from start to finish, couldn't help but breathe in steadily.
Unbelievable, unbelievable...
This expression, this expression, it is clear that there is no limit to pampering...
He turned his head, went to see Frey, and saw that he was also dull and stupid, and couldn't help covering his face with his right hand. Yes, his plane is gone tonight, the Marshal will not mention for the time being, Frey clearly has no potential for assists....
For such a little girl, Evans felt that he was broken.
Leng Yiyao, who is the host, does not have the heart to pay attention to the environment at this moment. She has been completely captured by the delicious food in front of her.
Seeing her eating with a satisfied expression, the chef suddenly felt relieved and carefully glanced at the marshal sitting on the main seat, who nodded towards him. At that moment, he only felt that he had won the supreme reward in his life, as if he was beaten in blood all of a sudden, and immediately said: "There are still some of my specialty dishes behind, Miss Leng, don't worry, and enjoy it slowly."
After all, Leng Yiyao didn't wait for Leng Yiyao to react. At a speed that was extremely disproportionate to his tonnage, he flew out of the gate and ran to the back kitchen.
"Where did you find this chef? This craftsmanship is absolutely incredible." Leng Yiyao swallowed all the crab meat in her hand, took a sip of fruit wine, and finally thought about chatting with Hemo. Compared with the dinner on Tuesday, the first time I was satisfied, this time it was completely amazing.
"Do you like it?" He avoided talking, but asked knowingly.
"Like it!" Looking up, his eyes sparkled. If her taste buds were released that night in "Star Tower", then tonight, there is only one word that can describe it-an eye-opener.
The freshness of the ingredients and the superb cooking techniques are not at the same level. The most important thing is that, for some reason, the fat chef seems to be very familiar with her taste, and all the spices on the table are her favorite and can eat.
"Eat more if you like." He nodded, chuckled, and handed another crab leg to her plate.
Leng Yiyao didn't pay much attention, bowed her head and continued to enjoy the big meal.
Evans almost stopped his heartbeat by Hemo's dignity.
This, is this the superior marshal he knew? It was almost impossible to engrave the word "Chong Du" on his forehead.
He lowered his head and took a sip of fruit wine, and honestly started to eat crabs, but why did he feel that what he was eating was not as fragrant as Leng Yiyao? He bowed his head and glanced silently at the front of his table. No one specially prepared the sauces and seasonings. He refused to admit that he was eating Alaskan king crabs instead of full dog food.
However, in ten minutes, the temperature of the crab meat was a little bit cold, and it was clear that the optimal eating time had passed. At this time, the fat chef came in with a cart of dishes, as if he had taken the time.
"Zizzi"
The food covered by the silver tableware made a clear tossing sound, as if it had just been taken out of the pot, it was boiling at high temperature, and it couldn't stop at all.
"What is this?" Leng Yiyao glanced at the dining car curiously, looking forward to it.
"This is oil-drenched shrimp," the chef opened the silver lid, steaming steam began to spread in the air, he carefully wrapped his hands in a napkin, leaned on his side, and served from the side of the table as he explained. Said: "The method is actually very simple. Use the hottest high-temperature oil to pour it on to preserve the freshness of the freshest shrimp, hence the name'oiled shrimp'."
In this world, there are probably countless coincidences and accidents. When Leng Yiyao ate Alaskan King Crab, she kept her head down, and the other people on the table also ate elegantly, so no one noticed that she just didn't know who accidentally dropped a drop of seasoning on the ground. The marble floor has liquid on it. Once stepped on, it will easily slip. In addition, the chef is sturdy and plump, and his stomach is a bit majestic. It is impossible to look down at that place at all. As a result, nothing else happened-he was holding the hot, oily shrimp, precisely. I stepped on that drop of seasoning well. The shoes quickly rubbed against the ground, and the center of gravity quickly became unstable. He slid directly to the dining table, while the oily shrimp in his hand fell in the direction of Evans.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
Leng Yiyao watched Evans sitting on the left hand side of the chef serving the dishes. Because of the blindfold on his right eye, the oily shrimp on the chef’s hand formed a blind spot of sight. The moment he fell, he would not Turn around, otherwise, you won't see a trace at all.
But Frey, who was sitting on the main seat and opposite, was too far away, no matter how fast he was, he couldn't stop it.
The chef who was still smug and smug just now had a pale face, and only felt that the oily shrimp on his hands was almost like a bomb, and he was about to blow everything up tonight to pieces. The next moment, he exploded himself to blood.
The temperature of the oil boiled to the extreme just by listening to it. If it were to drip into Evans' hands, he could hardly imagine it!
He closed his eyes in despair, and his whole body began to tremble, but, in the next moment, he didn't even hear the sound of the dinner plate falling to pieces.
The room was suddenly terribly quiet!
With his heart beating like a drum, he opened his eyes carefully in disbelief, first narrowed a small slit, and then his eyes followed the slender white hand, and everything came into view!
At the bottom of that huge dish, there was an extra hand at the bottom.
It is clearly small and small like a child who has not grown up, but at this moment, the five fingers are separated, and the thumb, index finger, and are used to hold the plate firmly. The dishes on the plate are still not moving at this moment. , Even the shape of the plate is not bad, and it stops there steadily-only ten centimeters away from the ground.
He only felt that his heart was riding a roller coaster for a while. It took only one second from crumbling to going straight to the bottom of the valley. That moment was a dive, almost killing him.
When he was relieved, he realized that his back was completely wet at the moment, and his heartbeat slowed down slightly, and he realized that he was afraid.
If it weren't for Miss Leng who was sitting on Evans's right hand with quick eyes and quick hands, tonight, he was afraid that death would not be enough to atone for his sins.
"Boom"
He knelt down on both knees, suddenly knelt down at her feet, his face was totally unhuman and his lips trembled. "Thanks, thank you..." I was trembling all over, and even said nothing.
"Be careful next time." She glanced at his sweaty chef, and looked away from his trembling limbs to his inhuman face for a moment.
Face the "culprit" on the ground. The seasoning was scratched on the ground, like a pool of mud, looking dazzling.
This "accident" was obviously not intentional, but it was her mistake...
She looked up and saw Frey's stunned mouth, Evans's expression was excited, and finally, the surging eyes of Hemo were surging. Those eyes, from calm to rough seas, seemed to take only a moment. At this moment, the surprise in the depths of his eyes almost rushed toward his face.
She sighed slowly, and finally, she closed her eyes slowly.
If it weren't for the words Frey said on the road, she would not feel a little compassionate towards Evans. Tonight, this moment, it would not end like this.
How could a person who can sit in the position of "Bai Ze" as the person in power, not even have the basic sense of defense?
Although the blindfold blocked all his right eye sight, he should have overcome the blind spot for so many years.
The moment the oily shrimp fell, the balance of the dinner plate was lost. She watched the hot oil splashing on Evans's hand, and she started to hesitate before she could hesitate in her mind.
Even if the body has been changed countless, but the nearly perfect reflex arc has been deeply rooted in my heart. Her hands, seemingly slender, can instantly kill people, falling from the dinner plate to the ground, and it takes enough time for her to shoot.
And she did move her hands, but at this moment, all her concealed efforts were made public.
She lowered her eyes and glanced at the delicious food in her hand almost helplessly.
It turns out that once people have attachments, they will pay the price.
Pay attention to everything, and eventually it was destroyed in a plate of oily shrimp.
Hey, it's really wise and ruined.
"Good skill!"
Yes, sure enough. She closed her eyes, and Evans's almost amazed compliment came in her ear.
"I didn't expect Miss Leng to have such a handsome skill at a young age." Evans actually just started to move his muscles the moment the oily shrimp fell. Although he can't see clearly with his right eye, his body's flexibility is much higher than that of ordinary people. With years of training in hearing, he can accurately judge the specific position of the shrimp. He only stays away and avoids.
But at the moment he was preparing to move, he turned his left eye to clearly see that she was leaning over and her body was so low that she was parallel to the ground. At that moment, she almost saw only a shadow in front of her. Her fingertips have firmly supported the dinner plate, motionless.
Even if according to inertia, the dish should move a little bit, but in her hand, there is no change.
Fast was enough to make people shocked, but she was even more surprised by her demeanor of not dodgeing and facing difficulties in dealing with the crisis.
But every individual has a sense of avoidance of high temperature subconsciously. Even if it is him, the first reaction is to avoid it, but she does not care about the sizzling high temperature oil and directly reaches out to receive it.
Is she not afraid at all, or is she confident enough in her own skill?
At this moment, he clearly heard his heartbeat beating slowly and frantically agitating.
Such skill, even in Bai Ze, he has not encountered it for many, many years.
It turned out that this was the reason why the Marshal didn't really do anything.
It turned out that this was the reason the Marshal had been letting her go!
She clearly wrapped herself in a layer of protective color, only showing traces when she was willing. But just these strands are enough to make everyone amazed.
Her self-control and responsiveness are far beyond his imagination. This calm concealment even almost deceived his eyes.
Evans was suddenly a little bit enthusiastic. For the first time, for the first time, for a woman, an underage woman gave birth to a scorching fighting spirit.
He just felt the bones that had been silent for a long time crunching. In this world, except for the marshal, he discovered for the first time that there was someone who was better than him and more complicated than him. There is a childish student appearance on his face, but there are seven faints in his heart, no one can match...
Facing Leng Yiyao's slowly opening eyes, he couldn't help but smile, turned his head, and turned to Hemo, who had a stern gaze, stood up slowly, and saluted: "Marshal, please allow me to make a request. ...."
Frey sat in the distance, watching everything happening before him, almost suspecting that he had a dream.
It didn’t take a second for the dish from the chef’s hand to land. How could Leng Yiyao be so fast?
It’s coming soon, even the plate hasn’t even landed, but I’ve already mastered it all...
Evans's voice came in his ears, he raised his head and looked over, the matter tonight is far from over...