Book of Gods and Demons

　　　　 The night lights are on, the food street in the city of Imperial Capital University.

　　 It started to rain again, because of the cold, the raindrops brought an uncomfortable slimy layer. The autumn and winter seasons in the imperial capital are such annoying.

In the back alley of the old grandmother’s tavern, the old lady Mary, carrying a small bamboo basket, hurriedly walked to the side of an ordinary black painted carriage, she handed the small bamboo basket to the man sitting in the driver’s seat, and then climbed quickly. Get in the car and sit next to the coachman.

"Here, I grilled the lamb ribs by myself, and a few pieces of black bread with raisins." The old lady Mary laughed, and bumped her elbow on her side with wrinkled skin and short stature, her energy was dry. Baba's is like a little old coachman like a dried acorn.

"Black bread and raisins? A bit extravagant." The old coachman shook his head, put the small bamboo basket on his knees, and then uncovered the lid of the bamboo basket. The bread gnawed seriously.

　　 He nodded, and exclaimed: "Not bad, much better than the craftsmanship ten years ago."

The old lady Mary smiled so that her eyes narrowed into a line: "That's not the case. In the past ten years, I have been concentrating on cooking, even if it is a pig who has been studying for ten years, it is time to make good dishes. "

　　 The old coachman curled his lips and shook his head: "This is not necessarily...well, I just heard that you gave a little guy a three-headed snake?"

The old lady Mary laughed'hehehe': "Yes, I gave him a three-headed snake...By the way, help me keep an eye on this little guy. He just came to the imperial capital, but he had a lot of hatred. I think there will be fun things happening."

　　 The old man ‘clicked’ and bit a piece of sheep bone into a pulp. Judging from his appearance, he should belong to the age when it is difficult to drink porridge. But judging from his mouth, the old man is very well maintained.

Three or two bites crushed the meat and bones in his mouth and swallowed them indiscriminately. The old man said vaguely: "That little fat guy, do you care about him so much? Afraid of him getting into trouble? This little thing...I need me, how many arrangements? Is a little guy following?"

　　Mary Mary squinted her eyes, snatched a small piece of brown bread from the old man’s mouth and stuffed it into her mouth. She looked like a big rabbit, slowly grinding the slices of bread with her front teeth, and at the same time said vaguely: "It's one thing to protect him, and besides...see who is proactively provoking him, or driving someone to prosecute him."

The old lady Mary smiled slightly, and her tone revealed a bit of sternness: "The attitude of the royal family is already here. If facing a three-headed snake, there are people who dare to attack him... Then all these people will break in. 'List of dissidents'."

　　 The old man coachman nodded slowly: "I see, this little fat guy, is this the bait you threw? This bait is really fat."

　　 The old lady Mary slammed a elbow into the soft underbelly of the old coachman.

　　 Quiet, no one, only drizzle in the alley, there was a loud noise that was louder than Tulum Port’s 800-caliber Thor cannon fired.

　　 It's just that the loud noise just came out a few feet away, and the void was squirming and twisting, and all the noises disappeared.

　　 The old coachman rubbed his own weakness and glared at the old lady Mary: "Oh, be careful, my old bone can't stand your toss... You are very optimistic about this little fat man?"

　　 The old lady Mary was silent for a while, tilted her head and looked at the old man's coachman: "Our children, how long has it not been together to eat the snacks I baked? Have you cooked the goat meat soup by yourself?"

　　 The old man and the coachman stayed in a daze, and didn't say a word for a while.

　　 He sighed, raised the lamb ribs in his hand, and muttered slowly: "Well, you haven't specially given it to me for a long time..."

　　Mary Mary gave him a quick glance: "Do you owe such a bite? My sadness is our children."

The old lady Mary gritted her teeth and said slowly: "For many years, they never get together again and eat the food we made for them with our heart...Occasionally one or two will accompany us to dinner...I feel, They feel as uncomfortable as if they are going to be sent to the execution ground. Every sentence they say to us takes several seconds to think before they are spoken."

　　 "Moreover, what they said to us was full of hypocrisy."

"False respect, false etiquette, false love... From their words, I can only hear... fear and greed, but lack the emotion I desire most." The old lady Mary swallowed her mouth. Suddenly he laughed, his smiley face was like a big blooming chrysanthemum, especially brilliant.

　　 "But this little fat man, he really praised the food I made. He was sincere and spoke to me without any cover or other purpose..."

The old lady Mary said leisurely: "Even the students in the university town...Of course they look down on an elderly maid head. They occasionally slap me flattering, just to credit a few more glasses of beer or give them meals. Add two more pieces of meat!"

　　 Waved, the old lady Mary smiled very kindly: "A little boring, boring care, I am happy to satisfy their trivial little desire. But...it makes me feel hypocritical."

　　 "Only Joe, let me feel a real emotion that I haven't felt for many years." The old lady Mary lowered her voice: "This kind of truth is very important to me."

　　 The old coachman looked at Mrs. Mary seriously: "Then, it's really important...Of course, I also want to see who is so disrespectful to the little three-headed snake we sent out."

The old lady Mary smiled: "We are doing heavy hand washing. Some people who plot wrongdoing will definitely hide and pretend to be good people... But, Joe is very good... A man from Tulun Harbor in the southern countryside has a little credit. Fortunately, the nouveau riche who has received a little favor from the royal family...In the face of the little three-headed snake he wears, what some people show is what they really think."

　　 "Is it our people, or someone with different intentions, through this little three-headed snake, you can definitely tell...or, at least a part of it, right?"

　　Mary Mary said happily: "This is a very interesting game. I can't wait to see the results."

　　 The old coachman smiled and looked at the old lady Mary. He touched the little bun on the top of the old lady Mary's head affectionately: "As you wish, I hope a bunch of little idiots will come out, and then..."

"I even pinched their parents to death." The old lady Mary smiled happily: "If a child does not respect the authority of the royal family, then their parents must have broken their education...their parents must be very problematic... The logic is a bit crude and simple, but I like it."

　　 "I think this is a good logic." The old man coachman smiled brighter.

　　 The whole streets and alleys of Hyderabad are illuminated by the dim light of the old-fashioned gas lamps that gradually come on.

　　 The lamplighters in groups of two, carrying high fire stalks, walked slowly in the streets and alleys. Where they walked, a gas lamp was quietly lit, emitting a gentle light in the rainy night.

　　Occasionally, if a gas lamp is broken, the lighter will complain a few times, take out a small notebook, and write down the information on the number of the gas lamp repaired in a certain street.

　　 The same two-by-two patrolmen, wearing tarp raincoats and carrying batons, whispered greetings to the **** weather, walking listlessly in the streets and alleys. The weather was too bad, and the enthusiasm of the police who performed their duties on weekdays was also worn out by the freezing rain.

　　 Whispering in the back alley of the Forest Club, a pair of patrol partners had just walked slowly, and in the side alley, Joe walked out silently.

A group of shadowy figures followed closely behind Joe. With a slight noise, several figures climbed up the nearby wall, and quickly climbed up to the roof of the building next to the building's drain pipe. Lurking behind the chimneys and decorative low walls.

　　 After a while, the roofs of nearby buildings were watched by people from the Rittal family. They played a very good role as a sentry.

Qiao took out a few fist-sized fine porcelain medicine bottles from his pocket, and whispered to the Lanjijiu beside him: "This is a powerful anesthetic secreted by the ghost face shopkeeper. When using it, you must be careful and don't give it to yourself. Go in."

　　 Joe was a little excited, and his whole body was trembling with excitement.

　　 He didn't expect ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When he left Tulum Port, he bought a large box of weird potions from the ghost face shopkeeper at a high price, which would be effective so quickly. He is really looking forward to it.

　　 Lan Platycodon carefully took the medicine bottle and stuffed it into the cowhide sac hanging around his waist, and then his figure quickly turned into a translucent shadow state. In the next instant, he was submerged in the shadow.

　　 Whispering Forest Club is close to the back alley. Thick metal floral windows are closed tightly. Inside the special one-inch thick window glass, there is also a layer of fancy metal branches that are twisted into flower branches.

　　 Inside all windows, complex mechanical locking structures are used. Ordinary thieves’ tools for unlocking and picking windows cannot open the windows from the outside unless it is cracked by brute force.

　　 And the one-inch-thick special glass, if it is cracked with brute force, the huge sound is undoubtedly the roar of a thirty-inch cannon.

　　 Therefore, the duty officer of Whispering Forest Club has never had any concerns about the security guards in the direction of the back alley.

　　 A shadow bounced from the corridor near the back alley of the Whispering Forest Club, and Lan Kikyo easily invaded the inside of the club. He dexterously walked in the corridor, and quickly cruised the ground part of the entire club.

　　 It’s already night, Whispering Forest Club, there are still Ying Ge Yan dance in many rooms, and many guests are enjoying the warm and comfortable, luxurious and charming night.

　　 One after another fine porcelain medicine bottles were opened in the corners of the doors of these rooms, and the dark brown medicine quickly evaporated into colorless and odorless steam with tiny bubbles, and entered the room along the cracks in the door.

　　 The Whispering Forest Club, which was still a bit noisy, soon fell into a strange silence.