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"I'm so sorry, I didn't expect her to be... Alas, what a heartbreaking child." As she said, Monica took the little girl into her arms.

And Salama felt the unprecedented warmth, this feeling was like her deceased mother, when she remembered her mother's face, tears instantly slipped from the corner of her eyes.

Monica gently wiped Salama's tears with a handkerchief: "Little angel, what's the matter with you! Could it be that someone bullied you!"

After saying this, Monica held her tighter, and her eyes turned red.

The little princess released all the feelings of fear, fear, loneliness, etc. she had experienced during this period of time, crying so much, and finally fell asleep in Monica's arms, and the noise around her did not affect her at all.

"I will let the child sleep in my bedroom upstairs." Monica whispered to Corleone and them.

Corleone's eyes became sharp, and his fingers were placed on the position of the warhammer: "I'll hold the baby, I will take her back first, Xiao Hei, you will pack the food back later."

Monica blinked her red eyes, her long, curled eyelashes quivered slightly, and she said in a gentle tone: "Don't worry, she is safe with me."

Then Monica stood up and carefully hugged the child in her arms. The maternal brilliance radiating from her made the nearby customers lower their voices subconsciously.

A bald uncle who was still singing loudly was slapped to the head by his companion, and he immediately chose to shut his mouth.

Corleone is still not at ease about this. The life of the blood gang keeps him vigilant, and he has noticed the abnormality when he first entered the door. The boss lady in front of him is either really kind by nature or pretending to be too good. .

The black mamba also stood up, but the customers next to him were unhappy. Someone whispered at them: "You two guys, Ms. Monica is such a good person, how could it hurt such a cute child!" "

"Yeah, do you still want to follow Ms. Monica's bedroom? Don't go too far."

As soon as this was said, many male customers nodded in unison, and some even swallowed secretly.

Corleone and the others are a little bit difficult now, if they continue to follow the past, it is really not suitable, but the safety of the little girl is the most important.

Corleone was going to bite the bullet and walk up the stairs.

A strong mercenary can't stand it anymore. He has admired Ms. Monica for a long time. Although he knows he has no chance, he will never let others insult the goddess in his heart!

"Hey! You **** didn't hear what they said, just sit down for me."

If someone dared to talk to Corleone like this before, he might have slashed past, but at this time his mood had changed, and he had got rid of his strong desire for killing.

But Corleone wouldn't do nothing, he stared straight at the mercenary.

Only part of the killing intent was revealed in the black eyes, and the mercenary hurriedly sat back to the original position, gnawing at the leftovers on the plate.

Seeing the customers nearby who were not very satisfied, Black Mamba chose to grab Corleone's arm and whispered: "I can feel that the boss is not hostile, so let the child rest."

"Let's not make trouble in the city, and don't forget who we were."

These words completely dispelled Corleone's thoughts, he sat back on the stool, and drew a dagger from his waist to play.

The dagger flew back and forth like butterflies interspersed in his hand, and then with a "bang", the entire blade of the dagger was inserted into the wooden table.

This amazing power is Corleone's demonstrating strength. He is not afraid of trouble, nor does he want to get in trouble. Some mercenaries who are ready to act after seeing his performance pretend that he does not exist, and start drinking and playing cards and bragging.

Monica walked downstairs, wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, smiled and talked with other customers.

A chaotic tavern is a normal phenomenon, but "spinning time" is definitely not in this list, this can be regarded as the role of the charm of the proprietress’s personality.

After a while, a fancy-dressed bard staggered into the tavern, with a handguard stab at his waist, and a violin in his hand.

However, Corleone was not attracted by his clothes. Instead, the long ears of the bard caught his attention. This guy is probably a half-elf.

There are almost no purebred elves in Borderlands. Over the past few years, Corleone has never seen a dark elf assassin and a lot of wood elves in a caravan. .

In fact, Borderlands is too chaotic. With the handsome appearance of most elves, it will arouse the coveting of many people. If caught as a slave, the end will be quite miserable.

So most elves are forbidden to go to this desolate land.

The bard picked up other people's wine glasses and drank it, then pulled up the violin in his hand, and the melodious sound of the violin filled the tavern.

"She walks in beautiful brilliance,

Like the dark night, as white as clouds and full of stars,

The most beautiful color intertwined with light and dark is presented in her appearance and autumn waves,

During the dazzling day, only the sun is dazzling, she is softer and darker than that light.

Adding or reducing a share of light and darkness will damage this unspeakable beauty.

Beauty fluctuates in her dark hair or her face that radiates faint radiance,

So pure and precious~www.readwn.com~ That charming smile, that brilliance of face,

They all illustrate a kind-hearted life, her heart is full of pure love! (Note 1

After singing the poem, the bard continued: "Ms. Monica, you are my muse! The depth, breadth, and height of my love for you are the limit that my soul can reach!"

Corleone listened to the beautiful poems in front and thought it was pretty good, but the words said later were really too numb, and he got goose bumps all over his body.

Many mercenaries behaved the same as him, and some people directly cursed: "Little white face is not where you should be, get out and sell your P shares!"

"Wood elf bastard, why do you always come to harass Ms. Monica, do you want to no longer face?"

The bard ignored the curses of others, but sat down next to the counter in a familiar voice, and said to Monica in an elegant tone:

"Madam, your beautiful smile illuminates the whole room tonight!"

Monica pretended to smile shyly, but in fact she was already cursing in her heart. After passing the tavern a few months ago, this bard would come over every night and chant different poems every day.

If Monica is really just an ordinary proprietress, then she must be in a good mood; it is a pity that she is a high-level spy, and she has many unseen moments.

Fortunately, the half-elf poet did not act rudely, so he was able to live safely to the present.

Black Mamba also whispered next to him: "Little white face, annoying!"

Corleone looked at the dark skin of the black mamba and then at his bronze skin. He also whispered a little jealously: "Huh, why do men want to be so white!"

Note 1: Byron's "She Walks in the Glory of Beauty", partly reduced.