Lillian's Melaleuca routine

Sigma also left, leaving Aya alone to return to the box.Gogol also went out as if he had received some mission, and in the end only Ling and Fyodor were left in the small room.

"I don't think I need to see Sonia anymore." Aya looked at him boredly and asked a question.

The napoleon cake on her dinner plate has been settled, the main course has been removed, and there is only half a glass of wine left.

The atmosphere at the scene was full of a feeling that a storm was about to come. Aya didn't know what was going to happen next, but after all, it would not be that simple to make Fyodor mobilize the crowd.

"Of course you don't need it." Fyodor raised his head and responded, "She will come to you."

He looked at the phone again, and Ling leaned over to take a look, and saw the surveillance screen in the hall.

Seriously, she doesn't understand how he does this with his phone.However, she felt suspicious when she saw this situation.

I always feel that with Fyodor's personality, maybe it is possible that he did similar things to her.

"It doesn't sound like a good thing..." Ling muttered, and suddenly asked as if remembering something, "Speaking of it, Fei Jia, why did you respond to Nikolai's topic just now? I thought you wouldn't. "

"Is that surprising?"

Aya nodded.

He tilted his head and just looked at her like this, giving Aya a hard look at him.

Ling complained in a false manner: "You say that, it's hard for me to be a human being, Fei Jia."

She really didn't know what to do at the time, but the thing that made her hesitate was only for a moment!

"You put it this way, Lillian, it's hard for me, too," he said. "Isn't it your wish to get rid of him?"

So he just helped him out.

"Then you also know that is something in the future." Aya said dejectedly, "I don't want to do it now!"

"I understand."

"Understood what?" Aya asked strangely.

Fyodor lowered his eyes, and his long bangs hid his expression.It seemed that he didn't achieve his goal either.He didn't want the relationship between Gogol and Aya to continue, it was too bad for him, no matter from which aspect.

Maybe his actions didn't seem like what he should do, but he didn't regret his decision, it was just that his ruthlessness towards her refreshed his impression again.

He didn't speak, and Aya slowly came back to her senses.

She opened her eyes wide in surprise, then looked at him curiously, and walked to his side to look and look.

"Fei Jia!" She smiled and sat on the edge of his chair, kissing the corners of his eyes and cheeks, "I understand too."

She coughed lightly, and then leaned against him intimately. They sat on a chair, a little crowded.

"Don't forget, I will come back to find you when the time comes!" she said.

Still, she didn't say what she said next because it would be too much of a fight.

Then, by the way, just look for Gogol and Sigma by the way!

Fyodor understood her character in this aspect very well, and in his opinion, Gu Zuoyan had a very high level of commitment to these guarantees mentioned by Ling.Just like when he does things, he must not only pursue perfection in the general direction, but also refuse to miss the details in small places. He understands this aspect of her character, but it doesn't mean he will accept it.

They sat together in a group, Ling turned sideways, and they leaned against each other.

Fyodor sighed.

He felt helpless again, this feeling of being unable to control appeared again.

Aya's concerned eyes immediately focused on him.He is indeed very good-looking, especially when he puts on this low face, the drooping black hair hangs loosely on his face, coupled with that devilish face, it always makes people think that this is a young and beautiful priest.

At this moment, she seemed to be bewitched, temporarily forgetting his devilish heart hidden under this angelic face.

Facts have proved that Fyodor is indeed very good at deceiving people. He easily washed away the stains on his body, and Aya was convinced by him.His crazy actions were shocking to anyone, but she was really moved by them.

He really understands her very well, understands that she doesn't love human beings, she doesn't want anything in the world, she only loves novelty.

"It's really nerve-wracking." Seemingly aware of Aya's thoughts, Fyodor said.

His specious words were aimed at her.

"Me? Did I distress you?"

Aya shook her head, her long hair was not picked up, but her shawl was put down, neat and tidy, but at the moment it was a little curled up.

she asked confidently.

"Don't worry," she said gravely, as if saying something quite normal, "I like you best, Fedya. Isn't that obvious?"

The meaning in her words seemed to say that she was just playing with others.

"Hahahaha." She burst out laughing suddenly, "I'm not lying."

In the end, he didn't say anything, but held her face that was a little drunk from drinking, with a psychedelic expression that seemed to be in a dream - the air conditioner in the room was indeed a bit stuffy.

She held his shoulders with both hands, threw his broken mobile phone aside, and called out as if losing her temper.

"It's in the way!"

Fyodor stared at her cheek, and suddenly smiled.

Aya seemed to see herself in his eyes. She looked around his eyes like a mirror, but forgot that she was just a rented object in the mirror. She was not very clear and couldn't extricate herself.Until she found herself watching Fyodor.

He is full of patience and waits for opportunities.

Ling Sansan turned away her eyes, and then turned back to meet his gaze as if thinking of something.

But when Aya looked at him, he caught off guard and kissed her rose-like lips.

Fyodor would not make demands on her like Gogol did.

He deeply understands that she will not be full of joy for this and think it is love, nor will she give up grapefruit because of oranges.Instead, he would be furious and throw away the oranges and grapefruits.

Therefore, it is the best way for him to clear the obstacles and prevent all roadblocks from appearing in front of her.

Helplessly, he can't restrain her, and she will always encounter new roadblocks.

So his conclusion ended up being a deadlock.

At night, the night sky reigns supreme.

When Aya and Fyodor went downstairs to check out, the power suddenly cut off.Without any warning, the whole street was plunged into darkness, only the street lamps on the side of the street flickered, and the dim yellow light flickered around, making it even more gloomy.

They went downstairs and stood for a while at the reception.

After the waiter apologized to them, he quickly went to the backstage to inquire about the situation.

The guests were all well-bred, sitting in place and communicating in low voices.The hall was almost completely dark, but the mobile phone brought helped, and soon, candles were temporarily installed in the hall.

It appeared to be a massive power outage, and the colored lights in the courtyard, faintly visible from the windows, went out.In the front hall, the concert was temporarily put on hold.People passed by constantly back and forth, and soon, a manager came over, first made a brief apology, and then said that the backup generator had been started, but I didn't know why there was a little problem.

Aya leaned close to Fyodor's ear and asked in a low voice if he did it.

She saw him nodding calmly in the dark.

Then she understood.

With the guarantee, the atmosphere in the hall temporarily eased a bit.

Aya also found a seat with Fyodor and sat down.

A few minutes later, the call came.The guests all breathed a sigh of relief, and most of the tense strings in their minds have been let go. They all feel that it seems that this is just a small accident.

Everything seems to be back to normal.

The guests began to dine again, the black curtain was drawn again, and the wind band played "Snowflake Waltz".The conductor soon re-entered the stage, and the ensemble behind also reappeared. The conductor bowed, and the performance began again in an orderly manner.

Aya glanced around, but there was nothing unusual.

Outside the window, a round of moonlight shines, the moonlight is not dazzling, only a curved ring, a few white birches stand on the side, only the shadows of sparse pine needles can be seen, and the shadows of the trees are numerous.

She was attracted by this sight.

Someone drew the curtains.

He walked unhurriedly through each window sill, and gently closed the dark curtain.He was wearing the waiter's uniform, except for a top hat. He turned sideways, and after communicating with the guests, he bowed and closed the curtains.

From this side, she couldn't see his face clearly.

Ling always felt a little strange, so she took a closer look, but still didn't find anything special. She didn't know this person, and she couldn't recognize who did these things.

Misfortune always appears suddenly.

The time for the call was a bit short. Fyodor had just finished paying the bill. After a piercing sound of electricity, the light disappeared again unexpectedly.

The surrounding guests were slightly disturbed and already a little dissatisfied.

Fortunately, the candles that were lit just now came in handy. The room was not very bright, but it was still possible to see.

Ling looked around, and saw that several customers stood up, looking dissatisfied, and were already planning to leave.

That's right, if Ling didn't want to stay here, she probably would have slammed the door and left.

But before that, they still have to settle the bill.

I don't know when the gate was closed, because the waiter closed it because of the previous power outage.

The light brought by the mobile phone and the candle light were enough to illuminate the large front hall, but it was still a little dark and made people feel extremely uncomfortable. With a few complaints, the guest by the window opened the curtains.

But the sight in front of him was really unexpected.

"My God!"

His words attracted everyone's attention, and their gazes were also drawn out of the window.

The birches and bushes in the impression have disappeared, and only a piece of black material fills the entire window.

Ling dragged Fyodor to the window quickly, and she leaned in to take a look, only to find that it seemed to be dirt.A black clod covered the entire window.

She tried to open the window, but found that the fit between these clods and the window was close to private and seamless, and it was difficult to open it with ordinary strength.

Someone kept pulling the curtains, and all the scenes were almost the same.

If it can be seen from the outside, it must be that there is a funny person who covered the whole house with cement like a prank!

"I can't stay any longer! My dear, let's get out of here."

"Unbelievable, what a terrible day!"

"Waiter, are you there? I want to complain to your manager! Your restaurant must give a reasonable explanation for today's situation!"

In everyone's heart, there is a faint uneasiness.Some premonitions told them that things were not simple, and this did not seem to be a simple dinner.

Now, getting out of here is the most important thing.

"God! Are you going to tell me whose prank is this? We should ask the waiter here to take us out of here first! No, no, no, no need to wait, I can't wait! Now, let's get out of this damn place first! "

A restless Russian rushed to the door.He tried to pull the doorknob, but the result was obviously unsatisfactory.

He tried so hard to break the handle that he seemed to be able to break the whole handle.

Unfortunately, the door remained motionless.

The premonition was contagious.

Accompanied by cursing and screaming, a group of people rushed to the door, a group of people huddled together and tried to break the handle, and some even expected to smash the door open.

Someone fell, screamed and started shoving and shoving.The crowd was undulating like crooked waves like waves.

A bunch of people gathered at the door, blocking this up.

Some people sat in their seats, trying to use their mobile phones to contact their relatives or call the police.

After discovering that all this was of no avail, they put their hopes on the second floor again.

The passage leading to the second floor is a dark long corridor, following the light of the candles, only a corner close to the light can be seen.But most people obviously haven't reacted yet, they are still working on fighting the door.

But this is not the way out for them to survive, but the gate of hell that sends them to heaven more quickly.

A foot stretched out, followed by the shadow of a man.

"Good evening, my friends!"

This is a young voice, with a voice changer, the electric sound of "Zhizi" makes people feel uncomfortable, he even sounds like an adolescent child, very funny and very weird.

Immediately afterwards, his entire body was exposed.

He looked very thin, although no one could recognize the figure of the person inside this dark cloak.The exposed hands were covered with black gloves.He stretched out one hand to hold the brim of his hat, and seemed to be holding something in the other.

Aya stared at it for a long time, and could barely see that it was a round object.

She had a feeling of foreboding, but it was something she'd expected since she'd been here tonight.

"Maybe you don't know me yet, this is also our first meeting! My friends!" The cloaked man sneered, and then continued in this childlike tone, "But it doesn't matter, because in the future, we will be together Have an unforgettable, happy night!"

Aya's pupils shrank, and she recognized who it was.

Maybe, relying on some kind of sixth sense, but combined with her prediction, she seems to know this person...

"I'm a magician!" The cloaked man continued, "Maybe some of you here want to try to challenge the majesty of a magician, you can come and have a try, I will give you an unexpected surprise!"

The people present looked at him in shock. Immediately, a few people wanted to break out of the siege by chance, but before they got close to him, their bodies collapsed convulsively as if they had suffered something.Immediately afterwards, he began to fall apart.

"This is punishment! Are you happy?" The magician giggled, matching the weird child's voice, making the hair stand on end.

No one dared to go there anymore. After he said those words, out of caution or something, the crowd immediately formed a ten-meter circle around him.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He seemed aggrieved by the situation, but he didn't try to defend himself, "As long as you don't come to my side, I won't do anything."

He was wearing high boots, and the sound of stepping on the ground made a thumping sound, and they just watched him come out step by step.

The cloaked man came from the shadows, and the area illuminated by the light grew larger and larger.

Aya realized that his cloak was not completely black, nor were his boots.

He raised his head in his hand.

Ling was more courageous than the group present, so she took a picture of him with her mobile phone.

Some blood was distributed in a large area around him, with uneven white light, like an oil painting splashed with red paint. The paint has not yet solidified, so it looks very fresh and red.