At two o'clock in the afternoon, it was no longer time for dinner. The buffet restaurant on the Hurricane was empty, not even a waiter. Of course, as explained in the previous article, this voyage of this ocean luxury cruise ship is not a commercial operation. Therefore, the crew is incomplete and the supplies are insufficient, making it impossible for Yun Ming and others to enjoy a real sailing trip.
By the time Yun Ming was pushed all the way to the public cafeteria, all the cooks in charge were off work. Fortunately, the Hurricane was short of manpower and had not had time to remove the leftovers, otherwise Yun Ming would have had to deal with it by eating a bowl of instant noodles on the luxury cruise ship.
"Can you eat more slowly? When I saw you in the morning, weren't you eating very politely?" Xiao Qi handed a tissue to Yun Ming who was devouring his food.
Yun Ming's cooking power was really fierce. After taking a few big bites of a piece of chicken sandwich and swallowing it, he had time to answer Xiao Qi's question: "I had breakfast today around seven o'clock. It’s been five hours.”
"Moreover, I stayed in the Book of Self-Atonement for three days. I didn't eat much of a proper meal during these three days. I ate dry food every meal. It was really hard. Although my Chinese stomach is not very good at eating. Western food, but I’m still hungry for steak and grilled chicken.”
Pu Chai's mouth was also stuffed with something. This guy didn't get up until after eleven o'clock and had breakfast before twelve o'clock. He was not hungry at all at the moment, but he still came to the restaurant and had a paella, which was very delicious. "Listening to what you said, your life is indeed a bit worse than mine. After all, I have forgotten everything." Pu Car Waiter put down his chopsticks, stood up and said, "We will eat later. I will ask what else is on the menu." What’s there?”
"Thank you very much. And remember not to order pizza. It's just a flatbread. It's a waste of the limited space in your stomach."
"Harm, I understand."
Xiao Qi looked at Yun Daxingren, who was eating like a storm, and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "A journey that spans four to five hundred years on the timeline, and you are actually very adaptable no matter whether you come or go."
Yun Ming smiled upon hearing this: "I'll just think that you are praising me."
This morning when he and Xiao Qi came to the restaurant, Yun Ming met Mahanand Diego, who had been drinking all night and was so drunk that he was unconscious. Naturally, he was not where he was at this moment. Yun Ming actually had the idea of consoling this "comrade" who had briefly cooperated and made progress and retreat together, but considering Diego's mental state, Yun Ming gave up the idea for the time being.
"The death of my brother Pedro was a big blow to Diego. I'm not a person who is good at comforting others' pain, so I might as well forget it."
Yun Ming was thinking wildly while chewing the freshly fried chicken wings that the Puche waiter had just brought back. When he raised his eyes, he suddenly saw a thin figure sitting in the empty seat slightly far in front of him and to his left. He asked casually: "Huh? Who is that? When did he appear and sit there?"
Pu Chai Shi and Xiao Qi both looked where Yun Ming was looking. Sitting over there was a young Asian man with a rather literary style of dressing. He was about in his early thirties. Drinking alone. Judging from the color of the drink in the cup, it should be white wine.
This guy's appearance is unforgettable. It's not that he's extremely handsome or ugly, it's just that he's dressed up: wearing sunglasses and a peaked cap indoors, with a pigtail on the back of his head, and a beautiful gray goatee on his chin. No matter how you look at it, it looks fake.
Let’s look at the various items below this person’s neck: white shirt, khaki pants, and sneakers. These are very common. Less common ones are: sandalwood bracelets and five-color threads on the wrists; jade pendants on the neck, Dzi beads; ten fingers
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There are six rings on them, all wearing gold, silver, emerald, and precious stones.
What can I say about this handsome appearance... Anyway, he is quite a nouveau riche. If this gentleman's clothes were more fancy, such as a bright purple suit and python pattern leather shoes, then Yun Ming might think of a male peacock eager to open his tail during courtship.
"I don't know much about jewelry. Pu Che Shi, do you think it's okay for that guy to mix and match like this?" Yun Ming was very curious.
The Puche attendant was even more curious: "Why are you asking me? I don't understand this either."
"Isn't your family rich? You are the second generation of rich people. You must like to do things like this."
"Yun Ming, it seems that you have deep prejudices and misunderstandings about rich people. But you are right about one thing. It is definitely not good for me to dress like this. The aesthetics is secondary. The key is that too many objects will make you look uncomfortable. rush."
"How to say?"
"I can't tell you the specifics. Anyway...everything has its own magnetic field...aura..." Pu Che Shi began to speak incoherently. He really had never been exposed to those things and at most knew a little bit about them.
"Oh, I see."
As the explainer, Pu Che Shi didn't expect Yun Ming to be able to understand what he meant, and to understand it so quickly. In response to this, the latter responded: "Isn't it just a common tactic used by tour guides to trick tourists into shopping in stores? I'm very familiar with it."
The topic between the two of them had already strayed, but it was Xiao Qi who brought him back: "His name, I remember, is Zhuge Rong. He also participated in yesterday's rescue operation. He is probably a ghost-level ability user."
"He seems to have a penchant for dressing up in strange clothes. When this man teamed up with Xia Yan, Edward Elliot and others yesterday to deal with Kraken, you would never imagine what he was wearing." Xiao Qi paused. , successfully aroused the curiosity of the other two people: "What is it?"
"Taopao, you didn't expect that, did you?"
Yun Ming wondered: "While he was wearing a Taoist robe, he was also wearing a peaked cap and sunglasses?"
"That's not true. When I saw him on the deck yesterday, the only thing he was wearing was the monk's robe that was eye-catching. I couldn't see the bits and pieces in his hands tucked into his wide sleeves."
The Pu cart attendant took a sip of the juice and said, "Buddhism, Confucianism, and Taoism are all covered by this guy. I wouldn't be surprised if he has a small cross hidden in his pocket."
"Yun Ming, did you have such an unorthodox look in your original world?"
"It depends on the situation. Those in the fashion industry must be more aggressive than him; among ordinary people, people like him are either engaged in art or playing in a band."
"Oh, what a surprise. Our two worlds are exactly the same in this regard."
"It's quite normal. They have the same origin. The gap is only thirty years."
The conversation between the three of them was not loud, and there was some distance between them and Zhuge Rong. This level of whispering should not be heard by Zhuge Rong, even in an empty and quiet restaurant. However, Zhuge Rong, who had been facing Yun Ming's table from the side, now turned his head and glanced at the three of them intentionally or unintentionally.
This scene was naturally noticed by the three people who were commenting on Zhuge Rong's style. The latter quickly averted their eyes - although Zhuge Rong's dressing sense is indeed not something to be complimented, but it is okay to complain about others in person. Not polite.
This matter was not revealed so lightly. He stared at Yun Ming and the other three for several seconds.
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Finally, Zhuge Rong took off his sunglasses without warning and in an extremely exaggerated manner, as if he couldn't believe the filtered scene. After looking at the three people again with his naked eyes, he immediately rushed to the table for three people.
Zhuge Rong's movements were very fast and sudden. When he pulled out the remaining chair and sat down, Yun Ming, who was sitting opposite him, and Pu Che Shi and Xiao Qi, who were sitting on both sides, did not react.
"What is he doing?"
"You feel offended by our gaze. Are you ready to theorize?"
"After all, this person is a combatant of the Renaissance Organization. Putting aside his strength, it is not appropriate to have a conflict with him on his territory at the moment. I will take the lead in subduing him and apologizing later. I wonder if it is feasible..."
The above are what Pu Che Shi, Xiao Qi and Yun Ming thought about immediately after they sat down in Zhuge Rong. Without exception, the three of them all thought in a bad direction, but they did not expect that when Zhuge Rong opened his mouth, he would use honorifics:
"May I ask this brother...how is your sleep quality lately?"
"ask me?"
Yun Ming pointed to his nose, with a confused look on his face: "What specifically do you mean by the quality of sleep you are talking about?"
"Night terrors, night sweats, ghosts on the bed."
Zhuge Rong narrowed the scope a bit, and finally added: "Besides, do you often hear voices, hallucinations, and feel tired easily?"
"Um……"
Yun Ming thought about it quite seriously and found that he could not answer Zhuge Rong's question at all.
During this week, Yun Ming traveled to three counties and six places, fighting fiercely with enemies from all walks of life. Not to mention trivial matters like "physical fatigue", Yun Ming has been through the gate of hell three times. In the defense battle of the Ninth Branch, the encounter in Bangkok, and the rescue of Xumizuo, in which time did he not almost lose his life? Strictly speaking, his sleep time is not necessarily longer than the time he was in coma, let alone whether he slept soundly or not.
"Yes, but occasionally." After giving a vague answer, Yun Ming immediately began to fight for the initiative in the conversation: "Excuse me, why are you asking me this?"
After calming down a little, Zhuge Rong now turned into the person who was talking about him: "Hiss...Looking at your blank expression, it seems that you haven't been affected...it shouldn't be."
"Hey, hey." Pu Chaiwai looked unhappy: "Are you cursing my friend?"
"Let him finish." Xiao Qi stopped Pu Cheshi from venting: "Mr. Zhuge, did you see something?"
"Do you know me?" Zhuge Rong looked at Xiao Qi doubtfully. He didn't know who the three people in front of him were.
"We met a few times on the deck yesterday. We only know our names. This is our first meeting with you. I guess Mr. Zhuge doesn't recognize us. My name is Xiao Qi. These two are Yun Ming and Pu Che. Attendant."
"Oh? I heard from Yelena this morning that the organization has temporarily accepted three people with free abilities, and it turns out they are you." Zhuge Rong had already heard about Yun Ming and others who temporarily joined the revival organization: "If it weren't for I was seriously injured in the battle with that giant strange bird yesterday, and I didn't feel better until noon today. Maybe I can get to know the three of you earlier."
"I was rude just now. Please forgive me. I would also like to formally introduce myself. My surname is Zhuge, and my single name is a rong character derived from the turbulent years. I am a ghost-level spiritual creature-creating ability user."
"Choose your own number one, and call it Taoist Banshan."
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