deadly mantra

Chapter 827: Fate that you can meet even when traveling far away

Cang Lang lifted up his clothes, stepped over to the old stool and sat down, spreading his legs naturally, and glanced sideways at the table by the window.

That look was sinister and dangerous.

Gu Xue was so shocked that her wrists shook, she sat up stiffly and stared back with wide eyes unconvinced: What are you looking at!

Cang Lang narrowed his eyes slightly.Is this woman tired of living?Dare to provoke him?It’s okay not to have those eyes of hers!
Leng Yanwen noticed the killing intent flashing through his eyes.

The moment Cang Lang put his hand on the corner of the table and prepared to stand up, Leng Yanwen said lightly:
"Whatever you want to eat, order it yourself."

Cang Lang hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at the tavern owner.Between filling his stomach and poking out people's eyes to play with as marbles, he decisively chose the former.

Five pounds of beef that didn't need to be cut into pieces, a plate of peanuts, and a jar of cold liquor. After nearly two months of busy work, Canglang finally found the feeling of being alive. So, his stomach was full and his mood was happy. The frown also dispersed.

Leng Yanwen has been paying attention to the changes in Canglang's expression, and he feels extremely emotional.

A hungry wolf will be obedient if its belly is fed.

Unlike some heartless wolf cub, who is not only difficult to tame, but also has to be constantly vigilant that she will turn her head and bite him back.

Leng Yanwen sighed softly and turned to look at the flying snow outside the door.

His hands and feet were freezing, but he still raised his hand to reject the heater offered by the tavern owner.

An idea that even he found ridiculous came into his mind. In the season that she disliked the most, thinking of her unhappy look, he actually felt that even though he was cold, he felt happy in his heart.

With his eyes empty for a cup of tea, Leng Yanwen turned his head and looked to his side.

Cang Lang held the dagger in his hand, and brought the sliced ​​beef to his mouth with the blade. He opened his mouth to pick it up, chewed it twice, and then swallowed it, eating it with gusto.

Give him a little more free time...

Thinking of this, Leng Yanwen's long and slightly curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was about to close his eyes and take a rest.A familiar voice came from outside the door, and his heart immediately trembled.

It's him?

Is she... coming too?
The softness in Leng Yanwen's eyes made Cang Lang raise his brows in surprise, and followed his gaze towards the door of the tavern.Shui Qingchen strode into the tavern. The corners of his dark purple robe appeared and disappeared under the fox fur. The moment he raised his eyes, the flying snow in the sky became a backdrop.

Extraordinary charm, noble Tsinghua University.

...like a god.

No wonder she likes it.

Leng Yanwen stood up and saw that there was no one behind Shui Qingchen, and the light in his eyes dimmed again:
"You can always meet Mr. Shui here when you travel far away. This mysterious thing called fate is so wonderful."

Shui Qingchen nodded slightly and said warmly:

"Master Leng Yanwen."

Canglang looked left and right.This was the first time he saw Leng Yanwen's polite and vigilant attitude towards others, so he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the dagger and enter a state of alert.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Leng Yanwen sat back on the stool and Shui Qingchen walked towards the counter.

The two of them seemed to be just acquainted with each other.

The wolf scratched his forehead with an inexplicable expression and continued to eat meat.

The tavern's soy sauce beef is famous on this street. Shui Qingchen paid a deposit a few days ago and came to pick up the meat today.

While the tavern owner went to the kitchen to get the beef, Shui Qingchen had a faint smile on his face and said:

"The last time we said goodbye, I thought I would never see Mr. Leng Yanwen again."

"Oh?" Leng Yanwen held his chin with his right hand, pursed his lips, and smiled with his peach eyes, looking happy: "What a pity, the underworld refuses to accept me, and the hope of harming Mr. Shui is in vain."

When he raised his hand, his sleeves slipped down to his arms. Even if the exposed arms and wrists were wrapped with thick white bandages, they could not hide the fishy smell from the ulcerated skin.

(End of this chapter)