Chapter 261: Black Swan

Chapter 261 Black Swan
Balalaika.
The maidservant used 1oz vodka, 0.5oz white caruso and the same amount of lemon juice, which is being prepared at this time.
Among the top suites of the serviced apartments that can see Moscow's evening scenes, Yuki said that this time it was a good sound and should be celebrated.
Luo Qiu’s palm, the soul ball that has just finished the transaction and arrived, is floating.
The night scenes of Moscow outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are full of colored lights, and this soul ball is also a colorful color.
But it is no longer a Kamala.
It is just the most original appearance of it, and as the individual of Kamala, it has disappeared at the moment when the transaction is completed.
"Like an orange, after peeling off the skin, you can get fresh and juicy flesh... Kamala is this layer of skin."
Luo boss recalled the explanation of the situation of the maidserving lady - it is said that this situation has occurred twice before him, that is, when the boss took the lead in the club.
But the previous two times, the quality of the angel's soul that was finally obtained did not have this high hidden in Camara.
The balalaika, which had been prepared, was lightly placed on the small round coffee table next to Luoqiu by the maidservant. "It should be a good relationship between Kamala and the soul of the heavenly master."

Yuki also stared at the soul ball of the boss with an obsessive look. "This time, I have already verified the owner's thoughts before."
"Thoughts?" Luo Qi suddenly did not respond.
Yuyou recalled the sentence he had heard in his heart. "If time can make it brew, is it willing to wait?"
Luo Qiu raised the classical wine glass next to him. In theory, he did not get used to vodka, but he felt that this cup of brewed beverage was unexpectedly good.
However, probably because there is no alcohol that can affect his physical relationship.
There was a small piece of lemon slice next to it, and Luo Qiu picked up a piece of it in his mouth. The sour taste made him frown. "Well, why the angel's soul will be in the body of ordinary people."
You night said: "I have heard some things before, but I don’t know much. It seems that angels who make mistakes will be punished, reincarnate in the world, and suffer in the world, and eventually wash away the sin of the heart, it can rush back to heaven.

"Under the slain..." Luo Qiu subconsciously.
The maid's lady turned her side.
Luo Qiu smiled and smiled: "Our country has the same legend since ancient times. If the immortal in heaven violates the heavens, it will be driven into the mortal world. After experiencing enough disaster, it will be able to return to Xianban... well, This is what the storybook says."
The maidservant nodded and said: "There is a lot of myths that have been passed down from the kingdom's kingdom."
Luo Qiu looked at the night.
She has no way to directly read the book of the negative layer, but when it was collected, it was indeed the night of the book.
It’s going to be traced back to what the boss was still up to – the last boss was a qualified old man in three steps... Well, a qualified and handsome old man.
Therefore, when he started to work in the club, in addition to the guests who touched the door, he had to show up outside the rules, and the work of collecting the accounts was handed over to the night.
The account book, once the time is up, will automatically remind the maidservant lady - and what she can see is only the content of the transaction.
So maybe she doesn't know much about heaven, she doesn't even know.
As for the myth of the East, it is probably the same.
Heaven... heaven...
......
"Master, is there something on my face?"
Yu night looked at Luo Qiu and looked at his own eyes and asked in a blink of an eye.
Luo Qiu shook his head and whispered: "I know that you are more hobby. But rest assured, I stare at you, not necessarily because of something on your face, or because I like to watch it."
The night of the night was bright, and suddenly stood up and whispered: "The host waits."
Luo Qiu, who wants to know what he is going to do, has changed into a sitting position, and only sees the night into the room of this suite.
Soon after, the lighting of the room was dimmed, leaving only the edge of the downlight, and still the warm yellow color.
The sound system placed next to the TV screen also automatically sounded at this time, and the sound of the music suddenly attracted Luo Qiu’s attention. He subconsciously grabbed the CD case that was placed on the sound system.
Looked at the cover.
"Almeda Palace".
This is the background music of the ballet of "Almeda Palace".
Luo Qiu knew what might be next. He looked forward with the look of the corridor. When the music suddenly rose, the maidservant appeared in the suite's hall.
In such a short period of time, Youku seems to have no formal ballet costumes or even shoes – but this does not seem to be a problem for the maidservant.
Black, silky, draped over the body, turned into the thinnest and thinnest, faintly visible white pajamas, it became her dance dress.
On a white soft carpet, it seems that there is no need for dance shoes.
Yuki’s left leg was lifted, the toes completely became the support point of the body, and her right leg was extended almost horizontally backwards. Her hands are open.
Like a wing, waving slowly.
Her body is slightly leaning forward, because it is the relationship of pajamas?
Some of the more beautiful scenery is naturally displayed in front of Luo Qiu.
She was spinning, and she was also leaping low, and she stepped on the beat, like a black swan that was passing over the lake in the clear waters.
She is dancing in front of his master and never skipping the dance.
......... I just don't tell you what happened to the dividing line =. =.........
Hey.
It should be the sound of fried eggs... Because of the physical relationship, when the boss does not need to care about the amount of fat intake, the maidservant will use a better butter even if it is just an omelette.
Luo Qiu has been able to smell the smell of breakfast. He opened the curtains in the living room of the suite and looked at the morning of the city. He was in a good mood.
"Master, the breakfast is ready, and the washing things are ready." The kitchen heard the voice of the maidservant.
Luo Qiu stretched out and opened the TV, and saw such a news report:
"...In the early hours of last night, the famous painting "The Unknown Girl" in the Trechakov Art Museum was stolen..."
(End of this chapter)