Chapter 540: Wood swan

Chapter 540 Wood Swan
Instead of drinking the cocktails personally prepared by the boss, Nero asked for a glass of white beer – with an oversized cup.
She ate a big mouthful of the barbecue from the maid's lady, and she tasted it: "Yes, there have been so many things... No wonder Cook will lose his memory. It was originally counted by the Liu. So... Can write a complete report."
Say, Nero threw a faint, soulless ball of light from his little bag of souls. "You can mark me how long this Prometheus is."
Holding the soul ball, Luo Qiu said: "Three months."
Say, Luo Qiu's palm, a disc that is roughly the size of a makeup mirror box will appear in front of Nero. "In three months, this thing can help you find its position at any time."
Also clipped a piece of barbecue to the mouth - this is the last piece, Nero did not hesitate to put the little disc away, and then hit a full, "ah ... full, thank you ""
She stood up, raised her hands, and stretched out a lazy waist that tightened her body. She suddenly squinted: "To the boss, ask you something, this magic knife in my hand, I can only do it in the second form of it... How do you say that I can fully fit its last third form? You won't know it?"
"Guest, this question has to be charged." The boss said indifferently.
"Hey." Nero said.
The boss laughed and didn't speak - of course Nero couldn't see because of the mask.
But her nature is a free and easy person - at least the appearance of the current appearance seems to be like this, so she shrugged, "say, I am also an old customer, right? Is there any discount for the next sale?"
The boss's finger was on the table, and a four-gold black card appeared in front of Nero.
Nero waved it, then tapped his finger on his lips and flew the kiss to the boss. "It’s a good boss, then see you!"
"Please wait, the guest." Luo boss suddenly shouted Nero, after her amazed gaze, nodded toward the night.
I saw the maidservant turned and left the lobby. Soon after, she took a tray and walked out.
Yuyou opened the cloth on the tray. Here is a wooden box with a large palm, about three centimeters high, engraved with many strange lines.
"Is this for me?" Nero frowned. "What?"
Luo Qiudao: "The bag that the guest used to hold the soul is too rough, or use this one, it is more refined and preserved for a long time."
Nero stunned and reached for the box and asked subconsciously: "How much is this?"
"No." Unexpectedly, the boss said in a moment: "This is borrowed from the guests, until the end of your life, it will automatically return to us. Of course, it does not matter if you refuse."
Nero dropped the soul of his original bag into the box without saying anything, and then smiled and said: "Hey, congratulations to the player Nero from the store owner to get important props: the box to load the soul GET! is this correct?"
"Welcome to the next visit."
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According to a transaction that Cook doesn't know, in a few weeks, he has no way to get his memory of signs of recovery to recover.
Although there has not been a feeling of more and more thoughts about it more and more, but it has gradually become confused, but Cook has not changed his current life.
More time, he stayed in the room and sat quietly. He often sits for half a day as if he is sitting, as if he were also a dust in the room.
Only when the tofu shop's little sister knocked on the door because of boredom, there would be some sound in the room.
Although I still can't think of my identity and origin, the way I do things is like an instinct. He was keenly aware that the three children were avoiding him.
Since you are avoiding, try not to touch it... He is even thinking about leaving the place in the past few days - he has had a feeling since the last time he met the strange white-haired woman.
The days he left were getting closer.
"Uncle Mark, tell me what story today!" The more familiar the little guy is, the more unscrupulous he is. When he walks in, he hugs Cook's arm and shakes it.
Cook subconsciously touched the head of Xiao Yan, suddenly did not find a marginal thought: If he left, would Xiao Yan be very sad?
It stands to reason that he should not consider this kind of thing - his mode of thinking has been reminding him of this matter.
"I don't tell the story today." Cook said with a blank expression: "Go and find me a piece of wood to come back."
He stroked the size of his hand, licking his fingers, and squinting his eyes for a moment before nodding his head, then spread the fleshy legs and ran out.
Soon after, Otaru came back with a log that was ten centimeters long and about ten centimeters in diameter.
Cook took the log and then walked over to the table and pulled the drawer out. He took out a knife and sat on the floor. The knife crossed the log for a while and began to cut it.
Looking at the uncle Mark's move with a small neck - she knows that Uncle Mark is very powerful! She quietly saw that Uncle Mark had lifted the one-meter-high tofu board with one hand!
But Uncle Mark doesn't talk a lot at all.
"Uncle Mark, what are you doing?"
Cook did not pay attention to it, but he used his knife to cut the log on his hand. Xiao Yan has long been accustomed to his silence, and this time he did not make trouble, but he squatted directly on the ground, holding his chin in his hands.
The fleshy and soft calves kicked in a moment, and she looked at Uncle Mark like this, only interesting.
Slowly tired, simply fell asleep.
Cook stopped his movements, hugged the little cock, put it on the bed, covered the quilt, and began to sit on the ground again, carving the wood on his hand.
Every knife has wood chips flying out like floating.
After his last knives were finished, the ground was already a pile of sawdust. Cook put the knife down, then blew the gas to the finished woodcarving and blew the dust attached to it before placing it in the wood chips.
This is a swan.
It is doing the action of waving wings among these sawdust blocks, lifelike, like a real swan falling in the snow.
He put the wood swan in the arms of Otaru, then picked her up again and sent it back to her room.
Cook returned to his room again, swept the wood chips on the ground, turned off the lights, and sat alone here.
Tomorrow, probably the same way, Cook thought quietly.
He didn't know, a pair of eyes were not far away, staring silently at this little tofu shop...not only looking at Cook's dim room, but also looking at the three children who were busy in front of the store. .
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"Ah... how do I suddenly feel that it is not bad for Cook to go on like this?"
Sitting cross-legged, sitting on the roof of a family, Nero with his hands on the picture tube is now holding a cheap bread from the nearby canteen.
The knives in the picture tube whispered at this time - of course, only Nero, the host of it, could hear the whispers.
"Oh? Do you want to eat Cook?" Nero looked at the picture tube and mocked and said: "When I was at the boss's house, why didn't you see you so spirited?"
The picture tube shivered slightly, as if it was dissatisfied.
"It’s very troublesome to eat Cook." Nero shook his head and said: "At least the old guys in the club will not let me go... Although it’s a big deal to escape, it’s still very troublesome, running around the world. What are you chasing?"
Nero lay down, his hands on his head, his legs, and his eyes narrowed, suddenly revealing a mischievous smile: "However, if you say that Cook is crazy, can you win me?"
Suddenly she sat up and licked her lips and said, "I suddenly thought of a very good idea!"
PS1: Thanks to the head of "Blue _ Snow Fall" for reward.
PS2: Thanks to the rudders of "龏傤" and "Defeatコ".
(End of this chapter)