The angel's head was covered with light golden sweat - he looked like an over-poured statue, his brows furrowed, as if he was suffering great pain.
Even so, after shouting, he fell down again and did not wake up.
At the same time, a new weight condensed on the white weighing plate of the balance - a weight that looked like a two-winged angel with a blank expression on his face.
The white weighing plate was pressed down, and the small golden needle pointed to the number on the white side.
Yi Cha glanced at it and saw that the scale was not calm. Looking carefully, the angel weight representing Ke Qil became wet all over, and liquid like tears began to flow out of his two eyes.
The liquid seems to be produced out of thin air. As the liquid flows out, the white weighing plate sinks gently, and the golden indicator needle slowly slides towards the white side with a very small amplitude, and now it becomes a little more. .
"This guest, your request is very reasonable." The bright red figure opposite said.
Ke Qier once described the sound of nature as an irresistible and irresistible sound. The voice of the lawyer at the end sounded the same as the previous half of the sentence, but the second half of the sentence was opposite.
His voice is full of magnetism, containing a variety of well-proportioned emotions, as if a world-class drama is being staged in his tone, and the full charm overflows from the stage and fills the venue.
This disgusted Icha to death.
"Then what's going on?" he said, pointing to the angel weights in the white weighing plate with tears in his eyes.
"This? It has nothing to do with me."
The lawyer at the end smiled softly and spread his hands. "Your friend, he must be a serious angel. Serious angels can't stand my presence. It's a pity. I'm sure you can feel it too - you find me a bit annoying."
"He will continue to lose energy, physical strength, life, and so on when he is around me. Once you lose something, that thing will fall on this scale. It has nothing to do with me."
His tone was very innocent, as if he had been greatly wronged, and because he was magnanimous and endured the humiliation, he did not care about it for the sake of love and peace.
"I'm so sad that he doesn't like me. It's not my problem. If you think about it-"
The terminal lawyer pointed his forehead with one finger, and the smile in his voice did not fade away. "I'm sorry I have to point out that you are more responsible. After all, it was you who called me here with the sudden request.
I happened to be drinking tea in my office. I just have a distinguished guest who wants to see me. How could I not meet his request? It was you who asked me to come, and it was you who asked me to get close to him. I don't want to hurt any of my guests. I haven't even finished my tea. "
OK.
That works.
The disgusting feeling with which this guy spoke didn't diminish either.
"Are you talking about drinking tea, or are you talking about peeping at others in a dark little room with a bunch of old-fashioned magic windows, basins, mirrors and so on? I said. There is nothing good about it. If you have this If you need something, you can just say it. No one will laugh at you. Believe me, I have seen more ridiculous things."
Yicha asked Ke Qil to lean as close to the side of the chair as possible, leaned forward, put his elbows on the table, and spread his hands——
When it comes to making jokes, demons are no worse than any other race - if they have the patience. The devil is very good at deceiving, and making flattery is just a small branch of it. However, this fine tradition was gradually replaced by another popular nature among demons - killing, and therefore gradually declined - this is probably the case with the demise of traditional culture.
But Yi Cha is quite traditional on this point.
The lawyer at the end made a surprised expression - you could see it even if his appearance was blurry, because it was too obvious.
More artificial than the Blue Jade Rhododendron.
"This is a terrible accusation. Please bear with me," he said dramatically, coughing. "I just care about the situation of the guests. Don't you feel relieved to have a boss who cares about service quality like me? Only in this way can we provide better services. Look -"
The terminal lawyer touched the waist of the clip girl on the right, and a bronze cookie appeared in his hand. "——Every time you refuse, I will change the taste and quantity of the cookies."
He shook the cookie and placed it on the table. "If you taste it, you will find that I even changed the production process and its effect. Just to make my customers like it."
"This one is free," he said. "Do you want to try it?"
Yi Cha grabbed the cookie and tapped it on the table.
The cookie was hollow, the thin shell was cracked, and more than a dozen shining pearls rolled out from the middle - it was obvious that only a sea fairy would like such a cookie.
"Really?" Yi Cha dropped the cookie and smiled. "I hope you are as interested in us as you are in the other guests."
"Of course it is."
"no."
"Oh. No, it must be. Otherwise I won't forgive myself." The lawyer at the end opened his arms as if to hug someone.
"Terminal Office hopes that every guest will feel like coming home when they come here. If your family is unfortunate, it is not my fault."
"Yes. You have no obligation to tell the truth to me, right?" Yi Cha said.
Compared with the direct question of "Are you lying?", this is a question that can easily be misinterpreted with "yes" or "no", but the bright red figure wisely did not answer.
"It's really a pleasure to talk to you. It's so pleasant." The lawyer at Dingmin seemed to have not heard what Yi Cha said and was minding his own business.
"It would be better if our conversation is useful." He pointed at Ke Qier lightly again - the angel's face was originally white, but now it is almost blue, and the light golden sweat has covered the delicate curly hair on his forehead. It was soaked through, and my face was mottled as if painted with oil paint. I leaned against the side of the chair and panted. "It would be better if your friend could persist in listening to our poetic conversation."
Icha knew what he meant.
The tears of the angel weights in the white weighing plate flowed to the soles of the feet, soaking the entire bottom of the plate. The balance tilted more and more, and the golden needle moved forward.
"Of course it's useful. It helps us understand each other. It's very important." Yi Cha shrugged. "As for the unlucky guy's unfortunate experience, what did he say just now-"
He tapped the table and made a look of realization. "——This has nothing to do with me."
The bright red shadow stared deeply for more than ten seconds.
The little golden needle is moving, but I check that it is not moving. This is definitely a time that must be paid.
"Magical angel. You are a bit special. I never thought you could be so hard-hearted. Maybe that's why you have been able to face me for so long." The lawyer at the end finally relaxed and smiled. "Are you feeling well?"
"Not very good." Yi Cha answered smoothly. "I think it's too stuffy here. I kind of wish I could go for a walk or take a breath or something. Ah. Especially since I think the air here would be so fresh-"
He stood up and walked to the middle right side of the gray room, tapped the wall, and looked at the lawyer at the end with a half-smile. "--here."
