185 Make you three wishes (30)

Putting on the mask, the other person's delicate jawline and perfect lip shape are revealed.

And an aura that cannot be concealed.

Still making ladies turn around frequently on the road.

Rebu looked up at the sky and slapped his face to block his sight.

Impressed!

Slater lazily followed them, and out of the corner of his eye he spotted a stall selling jewelry.

He paused, walked over, and picked up a ring set with rubies.

I always feel that this should suit her very well.

Just as I was thinking about it, I noticed someone approaching, which was a very strange feeling.

He couldn't help but pursed his lips, raised his icy blue eyes, and focused his gaze on the man wearing a black cloak next to him.

"Where's Slater?" As soon as Louis turned around, he realized that Slater hadn't followed and he was here.

He saw a ring on the other person's hand, which turned out to be a woman's. He opened his mouth to ask, but suddenly found an acquaintance next to him.

"!!!" Louis opened his mouth in surprise, "Bruce?!!"

This guy has always disappeared without a trace. I didn't expect to meet him here again after not seeing him for a long time.

Bruce slowly looked up at him, nodded, and then lowered his head again as a greeting.

Louis: "..."

Why is it that everyone he knows is colder than the other?

So he scratched his head and turned around to introduce Slater:

"This gentleman is Bruce, and he is an old friend of mine. Although he has a weird personality, he is actually quite a nice person."

The two people, both of whom talked little, naturally met in the air at this moment.

The atmosphere suddenly solidified.

Louis: Why is it so cold for no reason?

"How about we talk in another place?" Louis smiled dryly, looking left and right.

"Let's go."

Slater pursed his lips and glanced at the man in the black cloak. The man in the black cloak didn't say much and just followed him silently.

Reb was not with them.

Finally found a tavern.

"Boss, give me a warm pot of wine." Louis turned around and asked:

"Can Slater drink?"

"casual."

So he turned to ask Bruce, who also replied briefly: "Whatever."

Louis: "..."

The two talkative people basically sat upright the whole time, and Louis sat alone in the middle, drinking and talking nonsense.

As a result, I gradually became drunk.

He lay on the table, pillowing his head with one hand, and muttering with a half glass of wine in his other hand: "You two are so boring..."

After saying that, he burped, and he didn't know whether he slept or not.

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, Slater glanced at the table indifferently.

"Are you a magician?"

But it seems that there is no need for it anymore, his Nabao is already physical. Wouldn't it be possible to stay with him forever?

The other party did not respond. Instead, he raised his head and asked directly:

"You should not be from here, including the magic lamp on your body. What is your purpose?"

The two quietly tested each other, and I don't know if it was because the atmosphere was too cold. Louis shook in a daze and seemed to be more awake.

Bruce took off the big hat on his head, revealing an older look. Sharp gray pupils looked at the person in front of him without hesitation.

Slater said nothing and allowed him to ask.

Not sure what he was thinking of, Bruce held the wine glass he drank from and said:

"Our king of the Maghreb is always looking for a way to live forever."

After saying that, he placed his eyes on Slater's back with a vague look.

"Perhaps the one you brought will satisfy him."

Slater: "..."

Don't even think about it.

Bruce felt that the atmosphere was getting colder and couldn't help but laugh:

"How many wishes did you use?"

"two."