Has the conscience of the winery been cleaned up today?

Today is the third day of Bichuan Lettuce's broken love, no, it should be more accurate to use "failed love".

The person she likes likes her best friend. Rapunzel didn't expect that this kind of plot that often appeared in the eight o'clock file would actually happen to her. When she found out about this, her first reaction was not to be sad, but to ask repeatedly Whether friendship is more important or love is more important, I feel sad only after I get the answer that the former is more important.

Due to emotional instability, she worried that her state would affect others, so she asked for half a day off from school and part-time job, and wandered aimlessly on the street.Unknowingly, she came to Mihua Town, and the first second she recovered, she saw that extremely ugly watercolor painting.

Through the half glass door, Qin Jiu saw the handsome girl who was coming straight to the drawing board staring at the painting for a long time without moving.

The clear knocking sound awakened the girl from her daze. She raised her head in a daze, her gaze stayed on Qin Jiu's face for three seconds, and finally realized how strange her behavior was, and her face turned red to the base of her neck.

"That's right, I'm sorry! I've caused you trouble!" Rapunzel has long been used to taking the responsibility on herself when encountering problems, and she is very skilled in apologizing, even though she doesn't need to apologize at all, such as now.

"No need." Qin Jiu withdrew his hand, his expression cold and alienated, his silver pupils glistening in the sunlight, forming a huge contrast with his gentle, almost weak appearance and clothes, "Like this painting?"

Don't get me wrong, he didn't strike up a conversation on purpose, but wanted to test whether the girl's aesthetics and IQ were at a normal level, which directly decided whether he would ignore her or call the hospital for her.

It is said that doing good deeds every day helps to maintain the personality.

"Ah...Actually, I, I think the style of this painting is quite special, so I couldn't help but look at it for a while." Lettuce thought that this painting was painted by gin, and couldn't bear to tell the truth, so she could only refute him more tactfully. guess.

Lettuce doesn't think she is a performance artist, so she really can't appreciate this painting.

Good, sober and normal, saving him time on the phone.

Gin nodded, turned and went back to the room.

Lettuce froze for a moment, not because he was angry at him for ignoring her, but just a little at a loss.

It stands to reason that after breaking away from the strange state just now, she should leave.But for some reason, she suddenly became a little curious about this store, especially when she confirmed that the paintings on the drawing board were so ugly that they hit people's souls, she became more curious. In a certain moment, this curiosity even overwhelmed the lovelorn. sad.

A shop with the courage to use this kind of painting as a promotional image should sell something special, right?

Rapunzel took a deep breath, carefully stepped over the threshold, and followed Gin into the shop.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Gin turned his head and met Rapunzel's probing eyes.He raised his eyebrows, and there seemed to be a razor-like gleam in his eyes, which made Rapunzel back a few steps in fright, almost tripping over the threshold.

Seeing this, Butterfly said in his mind: "Gentle, gentle! Don't forget that you are holding the identity card of a gentle and frail artist!"

"What is gentleness?" Qin Jiu asked with a cold face and a cold killer.

"Keep your eyes soft, keep your voice soft, and smile a little more!" Butterfly directed on the spot.

Gin softened his expression according to what it said, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and asked softly: "Guest, are you okay?"

Lettuce looked up, and saw the indifferent shopkeeper looking at her with a smile. Although the smile was not deep, it melted the coldness and indifference between his brows, and his whole person became gentle.

She suddenly suspected that the sharpness she saw in Qin Jiu's eyes just now was her illusion.

"No, nothing." Shaking his head, Lettuce took a few steps forward and looked around carefully, "May I ask what you sell here?"

Gin went to the counter and sat down, put on his glasses and began to perform: "Milk."

"Milk?" Lettuce repeated the word in surprise, and blurted out: "I thought this place sold paintings or some rather strange decorations..."

Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Is it the painting outside the door that gave you such an illusion?"

Lettuce nodded dryly.

Although it is the truth, it seems a bit hurtful to say it like this.

Gin was not surprised by her thoughts at all, and even thought that she was either too lacking in imagination or too kind.If he or his former companion saw that style of painting outside a certain shop, the mildest way to say it is that the boss might have just escaped from the psychiatric department last night.

Gin was about to introduce the milk in the store to Lettuce, but the prediction of danger made his heart skip a beat.He subconsciously looked out the window, where there should have been flower gardens and green belts, a dark color quietly appeared at some point.

Intuition told him that he was facing a great crisis.

At the same time, the butterfly warning also arrived.

"I found traces of abnormal creatures, and the species type could not be determined. The distance to the envoy is only 50 meters, and the energy intensity is about equal to a book of the kingdom of God. It is recommended to use a lighter to sweep it up."

"..."

The sense of crisis was instantly swept away.

There is even a God of Light in this world, and some abnormal creatures don't seem to be a broken setting.

Anyway, it is the strength that can be taken away by turning on the lighter. Gin didn't bother to think so much. He waved at Lettuce and said, "It's okay, I also think that painting is ugly. However, it is ugly enough to attract people. Some special guests."

"What kind of special guest?" Lettuce obviously didn't understand what Gin was saying, and walked to the nearby shelf with her hands behind her back, scanning the glass bottles of different sizes on the shelf from top to bottom.

Gin didn't answer, so he took out a bottle and opened it, poured out half a glass and handed it to her: "Taste."

"Thank you." Rapunzel accepted his kindness with a smile, took a sip from the glass.As soon as the milk came in, her eyes lit up immediately: "It's delicious!"

I can’t say exactly how to drink it, but it’s delicious anyway, and you want to take a second sip after taking a sip, and you can’t stop at all.

"Boss, how do you sell this milk?" Lettuce asked in surprise.

Gin casually quoted a price, which was probably the price of a can of ordinary pure milk on the market. It was so cheap that I was a little sorry for Butterfly’s hardships when it was transported from the Kingdom of God, and its speech got stuck in a repeater, and its body got stuck in a PPT.

But Lettuce was very satisfied with the price, and immediately said: "I want to buy ten bottles!"

Before the words were finished, the dark color hidden in the green belt suddenly rushed towards the dairy, with such a fast speed that it brought out an afterimage behind it, which turned into a sharp and dangerous black light in Rapunzel's startled and widened eyes.

"Be careful……"

Lettuce reflexively gave an early warning to Gin beside him, and quickly took out the transformation device from the bag.

However, when she was about to recite the transformation spell, she saw that Gin took out a lighter in a hurry, calmly pointed the nozzle at the black light that was as fast as a sharp arrow, and lightly pressed the button— —

There was only a bang, and a majestic golden flame sprayed out, blurring the black light straight to the horizon, and disappeared into the place where the setting sun set with it.

The flame merged into the afterglow, became invisible, and quietly illuminated everything in the world.

After finishing all this, Gin put away the lighter, turned to look at Lettuce: "How many bottles of milk did you say you wanted to buy?"

"Uh..." Lettuce pointed to the place where the black light disappeared, and asked in a cautious manner, afraid that he would take out the lighter and give it to himself, "Should we... want to talk about that black light first?"

"That's a small problem, not important." Gin didn't raise his eyelids, "How many bottles?"

"... ten bottles."

"Okay, I'll give you a [-]% discount."

She packed ten bottles of milk for Lettuce in a paper bag, and Gin helped her carry it out of the door, and said indifferently: "You are the first customer in this store, and you can have some extra benefits."

"What benefits?" Lettuce hugged the bag tightly.

"The next time you encounter an abnormal creature that you can't solve - just like the one you saw just now, you can come here to find me." Gin Jiu threw the receipt into the bag, and waved her hand to signal that she could leave.

Lettuce took a few steps blankly, then turned around as if waking up from a dream: "Boss, are you..."

"No." Gin Jiu interrupted her, and denied her unspoken guess without thinking, "Go back quickly."

Lettuce endured and endured, endured and endured, and in the end, because of the lighter, she didn't dare to continue asking.

Forget it, he said no.

After seeing off the first customer, Gin turned back into the store, grabbed Butterfly from his collar and began to question him.

"What was that just now?"

The butterfly whose wings were caught could not move, so he had to answer his questions honestly.

"It's an unknown category of abnormal creatures. Its strength is basically equivalent to the homework books that the parents of the Kingdom of God put on their children's faces. It's not difficult to deal with, and it can be solved with a lighter."

Gin asked: "What is an abnormal creature?"

"Abnormal creatures are a relative concept, that is, a collective term for all special creatures other than normal species on Earth." The butterfly's antennae spread out in a straight line, showing the huge range referred to in the words, "I will give you a few examples and you will understand. For example, monsters, the ghosts in the mythology, the werewolves in the West, vampires, etc.”

Gin responded flatly, neither surprised nor frightened: "Why haven't I encountered this before?"

"Under normal circumstances, there is a special barrier between normal creatures and abnormal creatures. Both sides live in their own time and space, and well water does not interfere with river water." Butterfly's tentacles drooped, "But you are different now, you are an envoy of God , This kind of barrier has no effect on you at all, and what you are selling is something from the kingdom of God, so it will naturally attract some brainless abnormal creatures to covet it."

"Brainless?" Gin was suspicious of this qualifier.

"That's right, only those with no brains will bump into it! People with brains can feel the breath of the kingdom of God. Of course, they can run as far as they can, how could they know how to jump into the pit!" Butterfly vowed loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, that is, two or three seconds later, the window suddenly became cloudy and thunder broke out.The wind howled and swept across the world, and the torrential rain blurred all the scenery in an instant.

In the storm, someone walked to the door leisurely holding an oil-paper umbrella, with a false and beautiful smile on his pale cheeks.He lifted his long eyelashes, and his dark pupils seemed to condense all the malice in the world.

"Excuse me, take shelter from the rain." He said slowly in a soft but cold voice.

While speaking, a pure shadow shrouded like night, baring its teeth and claws as if trying to swallow up the gin.

It's just that when the shadow spread to three meters in front of Qin Jiu, it suddenly stopped, and it was difficult to advance an inch.

There is a handful of thin golden light that cannot be profaned, and the light gathers into bunches and shines on Gin's tall figure, cold and compassionate, like the glory bestowed by God on the mortal world.A blue butterfly rested on his shoulder, its faint brilliance was like a quietly burning flame, holy and awe-inspiring.

"Do you think this is brains or no brains?" Qin Jiu asked flatly.

Butterfly who was slapped in the face: "..."

This flag is too damn real!