It hurts to smash a ghost with gold

"What?" Jokin leaned forward curiously.

Liang Yueyang averted his gaze: "Your physique is special, I need to use you as a human body detector, there is no danger, and it is not now."

"Deal." Jokin smiled politely.

Yun Mao chose at the side for a long time, and finally clicked on one: "This is the one, I'll make an appointment."

"Cats can't drink milk?" Qiao Jin approached Liang Yueyang and asked softly, "I think he can eat anything."

Liang Yueyang shook his head with a suppressed smile: "Treat him as a human being."

"The appointment is successful." Yun Mao sighed, and suddenly regained his excitement, "I want to turn my grief and anger into appetite, and we're leaving now - I don't have a car."

Seeing Yun Mao's mood drop rapidly, Liang Yueyang rolled his eyes vaguely: "Take a taxi today, I will pay for the car you buy."

"Your master delivered food and spent three days fishing and two days drying nets. Where did you get so much money?" Qiao Jin was so shocked that his jaw dropped when he heard this casual remark about buying a car.

"I said he is not short of money, but the sun." Yun Mao stroked his heart, feeling much better.

Thinking of the scene of taking a taxi, Qiao Jin laughed: "You have to mosaic yourself."

The choice was French cuisine, and Liang Yueyang walked at the end. Seeing that the two people in front were doing well, he absolutely believed that Qiao Jin was a son of a rich family.

The three of them sat by the window, watching the night scene light up little by little.The aura on Liang Yueyang's body changed slowly, and Qiao Jin could clearly feel his change.

"I feel that you have changed." Qiao Jin sat up straight and stared at him without hesitation, "Why?"

"I'm very cloudy at night." Liang Yueyang was surrounded by a deserted atmosphere, as if his words were alienated, "It's the opposite during the day."

"But why is that?" Qiao Jin tapped his chin with his hand in confusion, "Normally speaking, people should be full of yang no matter day or night, otherwise they would become ghosts?"

Liang Yueyang looked at him coolly, with helplessness in his pupils: "You can treat me as a ghost at night."

"A big ghost that no one can afford." Yun Mao interjected silently.

The smell of sorbet served after the first seafood dish made Liang Yueyang frown.

"It's similar to fruit juice. Don't you like sweets?" Qiao Jin stared at the changes in his face, which was strange. There are many people who don't like desserts, but not many people don't even like sweet drinks.

"It's okay." Liang Yueyang gently clasped the table with his fingers, his voice was very soft, and his eyes were fixed on the table.

Qiao Jin looked around and found that most of the people who came to eat were in pairs. The three big men sitting here seemed out of place, let alone one with a mosaic on his face.

Every time the food is served, the staff will go to the man in the middle of the hall to give him a look, and then leisurely go to the customer.

Jokin fixed his eyes on the man, because beside him, there was a faint shadow circling around him.Qiao Jin thought it was a woman, but who knew that the more he looked, the clearer the person's body became, and the silhouette that finally appeared was exactly the same as the waiters around him, with the same clothing, the same hairstyle, and the same bending movements.

Liang Yueyang was not so enthusiastic about foreign cuisine. After he tasted it, his eyes began to focus on Qiao Jin from time to time. If he just thought he was full of yang, then after yesterday, he was like a little sun. That astonishing power made Liang Yueyang confirm that he did not come from an ordinary wealthy family.

Having nothing to do, Liang Yueyang hooked his hands lightly, only to see that Qiao Jin's complexion was rosy, and gradually deepened, and the things inside were ready to come out, it seems that the other side of the flower did not reduce its attachment.

"Why did he show up again?" Yun Mao snorted unhappily, looking at the ghostly staff in the lobby with hatred.

Qiaojin became excited when he heard it, and there is still a story: "Do you know him?"

Yun Mao was about to explain an ordinary question, but Liang Yueyang interrupted abruptly, with a rather stern face: "Can you see it?"

"...Yeah, it's not the first time I've seen it." Qiao Jin moved his butt back two inches in shock, his face full of doubts, "You mean the male waiter, right?"

"Describe it to me." Liang Yueyang turned his head and stared at the wandering soul in the hall, feeling puzzled.He has no reason to be seen.

I've tried it before, my yin qi fused with him, and I can only maintain his yin eyes for a short time, and the recovery speed is extremely fast. It's been so long this time, so I shouldn't be able to see him.

Qiao Jin hadn't started to make a statement, but saw a waiter coming over to show the man the food, and then gracefully drew an arc to deliver the food. In this short period of one or two seconds, the ghost-shaped waiter suddenly became extremely loud With a "bah", he spit on the plate...

"His hobby is a bit special." Qiao Jin couldn't help but blinked bitterly, "It's all like this, Mao Mao, you can still eat it."

"This kind of thing depends on luck." Yun Mao sighed helplessly and struggled, "He doesn't vomit every one."

Liang Yueyang rested his forehead, this ghost is really obsessed and will never turn back.

"He had troubles during his life and was often made things difficult by customers. Later, he learned the trick of spitting. Before he practiced it for a few days, he was knocked to death in front of the door when he was off work. He may have just been stimulated that day, so he is very concerned about spitting. I'm very obsessed with this matter, that's all." After Yun Mao finished talking about this matter, he lost his appetite.

"Obviously he kicked him out before." Yun Mao lay his head on the table and moaned, "This is my favorite French cuisine."

"You can eat it if you have a strong mentality." Liang Yueyang interrupted in a cold voice, "ghost saliva can't get on our food."

Qiaojin looked at him with wide eyes: "Are you mentally strong?"

"Anyway, I'm not tough." Yun Mao said aggrievedly.

"..." The one I wanted to eat the most lost my appetite, so everyone had to leave together sullenly.

His arm was pulled suddenly, and Qiao Jin cast his strange eyes on Liang Yueyang: "What's the matter?"

"Look at that." The street lights were very bright, and Liang Yueyang's unwavering voice sounded like a steel wire. He pointed to a middle-aged man with a decadent and stubbled face and asked.

Jokin was inexplicable: "Black shirt, big belly, patterned belt... 50 years old."

"Can you see clearly?" Liang Yueyang reiterated uncertainly.

"It's really clear." Qiao Jin touched his neck and added, "It's just a little transparent."