The noisy cafe is full of blood.

Xu Qiufan silently put down the coffee that had been drinking halfway through, and his eyes twitched a little.

Cheng Hai's style of conduct is still too violent.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have been allowed to learn necromancer witchcraft.

The artist's smile had long disappeared and his voice trembled.

"You cheated..."

"What? Didn't you say you can check it at will? Am I not having an autopsy yet?"

Cheng Hai showed the artist the wound, and the flesh and blood were slightly squirming on the section of one of the hands, which was the unique self-healing ability of the ghoul.

After all, artists are good at disguise rather than science, and it is still too difficult to transform humans into this way.

"Bastard! I'm asking you to observe, not destroy my work!"

Just like yesterday's counterfeit, the artist's eyes turned black by Cheng Hai's actions.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, you didn't tell me clearly if it was."

For the first time, Cheng Hai actually persuaded the artist, "However, if we don't count this game, if I set the questions, we will have another game?"

"you?"

The artist looked up and his face calmed down slightly.

"right."

Cheng Hai smiled and said, "I heard that you are good at disguising and hiding. I asked you to run for twenty minutes first and find a place to hide. Then I will go to find you for a limited time of ten minutes. There are three rounds in total. As long as you are not found by me once, you will win, what if you win?"

"Let me run twenty minutes first?"

The artist widened his eyes, as if he had heard an absurd joke.

Is this kid despising him?

"It's short? It's okay if it's thirty minutes." Cheng Hai continued.

"Ten minutes are enough!" said the artist.

"Don't say I bullied you, we will take a step back for fifteen minutes."

Cheng Haiping raised his hands and looked like a shrew who bought groceries.

The artist wanted to say something, but saw Cheng Hai glanced at his cell phone and urged him like a child: "Start the timing, run away, run away!"

The artist was about to suffocate, but his body couldn't help but run.

If you can't fight, you can win the bet.

He had preached a doctrine under the eyes of the demons and escaped from the encirclement of hundreds of Holy Knights. A mere wizard who had just begun to say that he could catch him three times was simply fantasy.

He must see what the art of escape is!

He observed the rear quietly and confirmed that no one was following him. When the artist passed by a passerby, his figure suddenly disappeared.

When he appeared again, he had already changed his face and his coat turned into a light blue sports jacket.

If it weren't for God's perspective, no one would have recognized him.

But that wasn't over. He walked into a clothing store, went through many things like magic, and then found a separate room.

Crash.

The sounds were scattered all over the wooden table, including perfume, lipstick, and thrush pencil.

The artist quickly changed his clothes and sat in front of a mirror to tinker.

After a moment, the artist stood up again and became a fashionable woman with a graceful figure, charming outside and charming inside. Every move and gesture showed a charm.

“Ha~”

The artist raised his mouth and drew a beautiful arc.

Even if Cheng Hai stood in front of her at this time, I’m afraid he would never be able to compare him with the original old store manager!

What is art?

This is called art!

He threw a charming look at the mirror, and the artist slapped his buttocks again, twisted his slender waist and left with satisfaction.

He is wrong.

Her purpose is not elsewhere, it is Sweetheart Cafe.

Aren’t you Cheng Hai very capable?

I just sat there, waiting to see the frustration you wouldn't be able to find for most of the day.

With this idea in mind, the artist bought a cup of milk tea on the side of the road, held a novel, and sat on a public bench outside the cafe.

In Guliu Street, there was a conventional unspoken rule.

Lonely girls often come here to find a seat to sit down, pretending to be reserved and pretending to read here. If she had a cup of lovesickness milk tea from Hongxingfang at her hand, just a long time would a young man with the car keys to come forward to chat with her.

If you look at the eyes just in time, the night may become very indescribable.

Although this phenomenon has been severely cracked down, it has become resurfaced over time.

Therefore, the artist's actions can be said to be quite dedicated.

With less than five minutes of waiting time alone, seven or eight men have returned in a desperate situation.

"Tsk, why haven't he come out yet?" The artist was a little annoyed.

Fifteen minutes have passed, why is Cheng Hai still drinking tea with the ghost crew?

In the cafe, the two waiters' arms were bandaged and they sat with them quickly.

I don’t know what Cheng Hai said, but they covered their mouths and laughed so hard that their branches trembled.

"Isn't it because I'm chasing girls and forgetting the time, right?"

The artist glanced at his phone and another three minutes passed, and Cheng Hai had only seven minutes left!

"Beauty, do you have time?"

A handsome guy with sunglasses shook the key of the Bundesliga and raised his eyebrows at the artist.

"It's so ugly! Get out!"

The artist is very upset.

The handsome guy with sunglasses grew up so old, when did someone say that he was ugly? He was about to argue. But the beauty in front of him glared at him, like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, which scared him so much that he almost called out "Mom".

The handsome guy in sunglasses was frightened and fled in panic. The artist turned around again, and Cheng Hai was still sitting in his original position, talking and laughing.

Feeling that he was insulted, the artist stared at his phone intently.

When time passes, he will walk into the cafe and seek punishment!

"It's the last minute!"

The artist looked at the cafe again, and Cheng Hai had already stood up, as if he was about to come out of it.

"Did he find out that I'm here, so he deliberately waited until the last minute to come out?" The artist frowned and couldn't help but have this ridiculous idea.

However, the door of the coffee shop has not been opened.

There is not much time left!

"I didn't expect you to have this kind of hobby."

A familiar voice came from beside him.

"scare!"

The artist was so scared that he was gloomy, "When did you come out?"

"Just just now."

As he said that, Cheng Hai pushed her shoulder and said, "Actually, I think the man just now is good, you can consider it."

"That's awesome! That guy's car is rented at first glance."

The artist looked contemptuous, then was stunned again and said angrily: "No, how did you find mine?"

"When it's over, I'll tell you, now..."
Chapter completed!