Chapter 448: Not a tyrant

Chapter 448 is not a tyrant
Whether it is a man or a daughter or a child, as long as it is a guest, the boss always likes to look at it secretly.
Luo Qiu also has a part of ordinary people's thinking. When I see this female customer who is blowing boiled sugar, I naturally think that this is COSPLAY... COSPLAY...
"I heard that everything is sold here, right?" The woman who blew the boiled sugar asked directly.
But before asking, she sat down like a man... very handsome.
The hand is still in the pocket, and the legs are naturally stretched out on the floor - purely from a biological point of view, this may be the second pair of legs that Luo Qiu saw with great appeal.
Straight and slender, like the best calculations, you don't feel a bit of extra fat, you just feel it has a lot of flexibility.
As for the owner of Luo’s boss who has seen similar legs, it is naturally the nun who had once had a relationship in Romania: Ramias.
"What can I help you, respected guests."
This is not a guest who is inadvertently attracted to come in... ordinary people, but not ordinary people who are prepared.
Luo Qiu could feel the things in the package behind the guest.
There is a murderous thing inside, even if it is loaded, even if it is intentionally covered, it can not completely cover its whisper like a demonic.
Should it be a knife?
Similar to the kind of life of a Japanese warrior - of course, the samurai may call it a sword.
The woman who blew the boiled sugar looked around. After the first question, it seemed that the taste was a bit different. "This place is really weird, but it seems that there are only two of you. ...oh, this one doesn't seem to be a human?"
The maidservant is not angry, because she is not a real human being, she still politely serves tea to the woman who blows the waves of sugar.
But... In recent times, are there a lot of guests who will come up with this tone?
Last time, it seems to be Su Zijun? Luo Qiu smiled slightly, and the boss was not angry. "It doesn't matter if you have more people, as long as we have the ability to fulfill the requirements of the guests."
"Right."
The woman who blew the boiled sugar nodded, then smiled lightly: "In fact, I am a little curious..."
Her gaze moved from the boss's body to the night of the night, and then moved from the body of the night to the boss. "Curious about what is worth worrying about here, it will make the club's old and fearful."
"Guests are representatives..." Luo Qiu whispered, "Is there a Michael Club?"
He didn't buy the woman's intelligence directly—because he hadn't officially started trading—and before that, Luo Qiu didn't immediately get a stranger's intelligence.
He is always used to being as unknown as possible before he officially begins.
"No, I don't mean anyone."
The woman shrugged and said easily: "I just represent myself... In addition, I don't really like the name of the ‘guest.' So, you can call me Nero.

"Nero?" Luo Qiu feels more interesting. Interesting women actually have such a name, "The tyrant of the ancient Roman Empire."
"No, no, I have nothing to do with this ancient people." The female Nero shook her head: "In the words of this country, that is, even if you count the ancestors on the 18th generation, you can't tie the relationship."
"Well, Miss Nero." Luo Qiu nodded. "If you don't represent the Michael Club... What do you want to buy?"
Nero took out a small bag from his clothes—a small, small cloth bag that was the size of a kit. She threw the small bag on the table, "I bought a person's news."
This is not a motion that the nouveau riche symbolizes its own wealth, but is not a deliberate action for provocation, but a very natural movement.
It’s like a hunter who came back in a dangerous zone, and after he made the money, he came to the place where he was spending, and he spent a lot of money.
And inside this bag are some souls.
"How?" Nero smiled and said: "This is what I am slaughtering on the road... The monsters of the East. Right, there is a very disgusting human being. Because I have always publicized my wealth in front of me. I want to get me up/bed, so I also slaughtered."
Who told you to play COSPLAY... I don’t know if the COSPLAY circle has been really messy...
"What about the name of the target?"
Luo Qiu glanced at the number of souls in the bag - nine monsters, an ordinary human, and it was quite a lot.
"Cook? Churin."
"What kind of information?"
Nero whispered: "Is life or death? Where is the body of the dead, if you are born, where is the person... the most accurate place."
Luo boss was silent for a moment, and suddenly reached out and took out the only human soul from the bag. "At this time, trading gold, can you?"
"Is one enough?" Nero was curious.
Luo boss smiled slightly: "I also want to earn more, but enough is enough."
"So, you still have a fair banner here?"
Luo Qiu did not speak, just put this human soul on the padded plate taken by the maid's lady, and then slowly said: "Miss Nero, the mouth of your mouth, is not dead yet. In a small town on the lower reaches of the city's river, I lived in a tofu shop."
"Tofu shop?" Nero stunned, she apparently did not expect it would be such a place.
She is a little confused, curious and distrustful: "Although this disgusting human soul is nothing... but you shouldn't just talk about it?"
"This is real-time intelligence. As for Miss Nero, I can finally find someone in this place. We will not guarantee it." Luo Qiu said.
"Then your money, is it too good to earn some?" Nero suddenly sneered.
She pulled the back of the tube back and pressed it directly on the floor... The bob was trembling slightly, as if something was going to burst out from the inside, a screaming sound, if nothing The ground is ringing.
At this moment, Luo’s boss looked at the slightly rippled tea on the table and suddenly smiled and said:
Miss Nero, what is inside it... is it called ‘devil’?

"Oh..." Nero narrowed his eyes.
Luo Qiu whispered: "I feel that it is better to ask the guests to be better, or to call the guest your real name, it will be better than a title... Do you think so? Miss Cui Yuner."
Nero's eyes seemed sharp, but the smile was more brilliant.
Luo Qiu picked up the teacup and sipped it. When he put it down, he also said: "In addition, the guests, we are just talking about business here, what else... It should not happen, it is best not to happen."
The teacup and the tea mat interweave the sound of the crisp porcelain collision, and the demonic whisper stopped at this time.
The so-called 'devil' will naturally no longer shake and calm down.
Nero...Cui Yuner... The ball blown out by the blown sugar in her mouth is broken.
(End of this chapter)