Buzz —

Just as Kiko was about to pull down her scarf, the cell phone on the table suddenly rang.

The mobile phone is Qing Anran, and the information comes from Mr. Matsumoto. He said he would arrive at the hotel in a short time.

Qing Anran simply replied to the message and looked at the time again. It was already 1:55.

In other words, within a maximum of 5 minutes, Mr. Matsumoto will arrive at the hotel.

And Kiko in front of her was still immersed in her own world, her jade hand shaking with her scarf on her face.

Qing Anran can no longer wait.

If Mr. Matsumoto sees someone else in the hotel, his first commission will most likely end with a 0-star negative review.

So, Qing Anran decided to fight quickly!

Immediately afterwards, Qing Ran moved safely.

He put his hand on Kiko's without warning.

Kiko seemed to be frightened and asked in panic: "Sir, are you?"

Qing Anran asked seriously: "Miss Nishino, I know your face must be beautiful. Even if it's really ugly, you deliberately put on that look, right?"

Kiko didn't say anything, just shook her head desperately.

Until now, she was still afraid that Qing Anran would see her terrible face.

Qing Anran didn't expect that Ji Zi was still so persistent. It seemed that the loss of 10,000 yuan was nothing to her.

Therefore, Qing Anran prepared a dose of strong medicine for her: "Miss Nishino, let's make a bet. If your face is not as ugly as you said, even if I win, you not only need to pay me the 50,000 yuan in your hand, but also need to prepare a 60,000 gift for me again, which is a total of 110,000 yuan."

After Qing Anran finished talking about the bet, Ji Zi asked in a low voice: "What if Lord Qing lost?"

Qing Anran originally wanted to use this huge bet to scare Ji Zi, but she didn't expect that she really wanted to bet.

Kiko agreed so readily, and Qing Anran was still a little confused. Isn’t Jizi’s face really ugly, right?

However, this idea was fleeting.

He still firmly believed that Kiko imagined that she was ugly only because of her secondary disease!

After a heart-warming drama, Qing Anran said slowly: "It's the same if I lose, I will give you money if I sell it."

"But there is a prerequisite." Kiko paused and continued, "Your Majesty must not be angry if you lose, but if you want to kill Kiko, Kiko has nothing to say..."

"Miss Nishino, in your impression, am I so much like a murderer!" Qing Anran complained speechlessly.

"No!" Ji Zi blinked twice.

Seeing Ji Zi's aggrieved look, Qing Anran couldn't get angry, and thought to herself, she would rather take a look at Fangze and end the farce.

It was not until this time that he noticed that his hand had been on Kiko's hand for a long time.

"Sorry... I didn't pay attention." Qing Anran's old face turned red and quickly moved his hand away, "Miss Nishino, I'm starting."

With Kiko nodding, Qing Anran slowly pulled her scarf off.

There was a big mask under the scarf, and the edge of the mask was rising at this moment. Obviously, Kiko was a little nervous.

Qing Anran swallowed and spitted, hooked the rope of the mask and slowly moved it backwards.

Kiko tilted her head slightly, and her soft hair quickly slid to the other side, revealing her delicate and white ears.

Although Qing Anran felt a little embarrassed, she still took the rope down her ear.

Immediately afterwards, the face under Kiko's mask slowly reflected into his eyes.

At the same time, his pupils also contracted.

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Just at this moment.

On Chiba Thirteenth Street, a Honda fit slowly drove in.

When passing that corner bar, the car was a little slower.

Matsumoto Junhei, who was sitting in the driver's seat, introduced to Haruki Kamiya in the passenger seat: "Kanya San, my nephew told me that he was the strange woman he met in this bar."

Heiki Kamiya, wearing a clean clothes and a black hat, was about forty years old. He was elegant and dignified, but also had a proud attitude.

He didn't even turn his head, but just gently shook the bat fan in his hand.

"Mr. Matsumoto, there is indeed some resentment of aura, but what I saw here a few days ago is a tiny witch."

"Kamiya San means... Is there something even more terrible in my hotel?"

After a few words of the two, they had already arrived in front of the Shengben Hotel.

Junhei Matsumoto was not sure whether it was hot or nervous, and his forehead was already sweating.

After the car was parked, Kamiya Haruki got off the car first.

He came here once three days ago. At that time, he had already sensed that this hotel was filled with a strong evil spirit.

But strangely, when he came here again today, he found that the aura hidden in the hotel had changed drastically.

Kamiya Haruki looked stunned and took out a small copper tripod and a small gourd from his sleeve.

The bat fan in the left hand held the copper tripod, and the gourd mouth opened with the right hand.

As soon as my wrist was slanted, a sticky silver liquid slid out and dripped into the copper cauldron.

Junhei Matsumoto had already parked his car and opened the glass door of the hotel.

Looking back, I saw that Kamiya Haruki was still next to the car, as if she had already started casting spells.

When Onmyoji is in action, it is most taboo to have someone to disturb him recklessly. Matsumoto Junpei still knows this.

So, after opening the door, he walked back, stood beside the Kamiya Haruki, and whispered to remind him: "Kamiya Sang, why don't we go in first?"

Kamiya Haruki was still staring at the copper tripod in her hand, frowned slightly. After a moment, she put away the gourd and politely reached out and replied: "Mr. Matsumoto, please."

Mr. Matsumoto responded and walked in front.

Kamiya Haruki followed him, and the bat fan in his left hand still held the bronze tripod steadily.

After entering the hall, I kept paying attention to the changes in the copper tripod in my hand.

After the two of them sat down in the reception room on the first floor, Junhei Matsumoto sent a message to Qing Anran: "Mr. Qing, Kamiya Sang and I have already arrived at the reception room. Kamiya Sang is the Onmyoji I invited. In addition to the entrusting of the sleep, I also hope that you can help communicate about the situation last night. I am very grateful."

Soon, Junhei Matsumoto received a reply from Qing Anran: "Mr. Matsumoto is polite, I will arrive at the living room soon."

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After replying to the message, Qing Anran let out a breath of fairy spirit.

He patted Kiko on the shoulder and said softly to the middle school second disease who had closed his eyes:

"Miss Nishino, the manager of this store, Mr. Matsumoto, is here. I have to go downstairs to hand over the work."

"This store has not opened yet. If Mr. Matsumoto knew you were here, I would definitely be negatively reviewed."

"So, please stay here, don't come downstairs, please!"

After saying that, he turned his phone into selfie mode and placed it in Kiko's hands.

In exchange, he took away five big bills from Kiko's hand and left a sentence in her ear: "By the way, if Miss Nishino's face is ugly, then the people in the world who claim to be beautiful will be liars."
Chapter completed!