The Devil of the Walking Street

At noon, the two of them didn't choose any stylish restaurant, but bought some snacks at the food street to fill their stomachs.

Lan Ming took the bamboo stick from Swell and started to nibble on the last chicken wing on his head.

"Want to go to the movies?" Swell asked.

It feels like a date.

The little devil nodded, feeling a little hot on his face.

Swell: "Let's go then. Watch some movies."

The studio is on the top floor of the main building in the pedestrian street, the elevator broke down yesterday, and the two of them could only go up the stairs.

The two of them had just reached the third floor when Swell suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Lan Ming looked at the man's suddenly serious expression: "What's wrong?"

Swell cursed secretly, he frowned, put his hands on his aching temples: "Someone wants to break into the church."

"Ah?" Lan Ming asked with some doubts: "Now?"

"Yes." The archbishop replied with a very grim expression.It wasn't because of the seriousness of the situation, but because of a rare opportunity for the two of them to be alone on the road, they were inexplicably interrupted: "I'll go back and have a look."

Lan Ming nodded, turned around and wanted to go downstairs with Swell.

"You don't need it, there's still that werewolf guard at the door." Siweier stepped downstairs in two or three steps, and still didn't forget to turn around and shout: "Bring me a cheesecake!"

Lan Ming caught the wallet thrown up by the other party with a "snap": "...Oh."

"Call me if you have anything..." The little devil shouted down, and heard the farther and farther "da da da" footsteps going downstairs, and a long and long "O——K——"

Really...

Considering the opponent's ability value, Lan Ming was not worried about any major incidents, but he still felt a little uncomfortable to be left behind like this.

The little devil flipped through his wallet and decided to have a good time.

Use other people's money.

He walked out of the stairs, and when he looked up, he saw a huge pink poster.

[Thousand Red Maid Board Game~Welcome Master Home~~Meow~~Reservation Hotline XXXXXXXXXXXX]

...Let's go and have a look.

Thinking so, Lan Ming raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat.

"Welcome home, Master~"

The two girls in maid outfits standing at the door bent down together with sweet smiles, and Lan Ming looked at the shop—there were a few tables of customers here and there, and there was no such magnificent scene as the Three Kingdoms Killing of Eight or Werewolves of 16 Appear.

"Does the host want to play board games? Or do you want to drink some drinks? We have a discount for opening this month, so all drinks are [-]% off~"

Always being called master made him feel inexplicably embarrassed, the little devil who had never been placed in such a position, just found an excuse and wanted to leave: "No, I'm here to find someone..."

How could it be that he really came to find someone?If you answer "No, I'm just here to take a look casually", you will definitely be looked at with contempt.

"Looking for someone? Are you looking for me?~"

Hearing the voice, one could tell that this person was extremely frivolous and frivolous.

A young man in his 20s came out of the bathroom, with half-length broken hair hanging on his forehead, and the sunlight outside the glass window reflected a dark purple color.

The slender eyes are raised up, adding a romantic and seductive look.

The slender legs stepped over in a few steps, and the young man hugged the young man who pretended not to hear, and opened his thin lips lightly: "Sister maid~ help us find a place for two of us."

"Why are you here?" Lan Ming slapped off his hand on the shoulder, but was still wrapped around his right arm relentlessly.

"Why can't you just call me by my name?" The young man squinted his eyes and smiled with all kinds of flair: "Sit down~~ I haven't seen you for a long time. I really haven't grown (height) at all."

Lan Ming sat down opposite him with a dark face: "...then what's your name now."

"Cheng Sheng." The young man supported the small black marble table and looked at the young man with interest.

Lan Ming pursed his lips: "Such a common name?" It really doesn't fit your personality.

"...The name is useless to me." Cheng Sheng greeted the maid: "A box of uno, thank you."

The maid nodded with a blushing face, and brought over the free orange juice from the board game and a bag of overplasticized uno.

Cheng Sheng picked up the cards and cut them twice to shuffle them.He stretched out his hand, and Lan Ming casually picked up the cards and put them on the table, exactly half of them, no more and no less.

The young man put the stacked cards on the table and raised his hand as a signal.

Two people play six cards each.

Lan Ming: "You go first."

Cheng Sheng played a red 3.

The little devil took a look at the cards in his hand, and had no choice but to play another card from the pile, and then played the red 6 out of the pile.

Cheng Sheng shook his head and said no, he consciously drew his cards and signaled the opponent to continue.

Lan Ming played a blue 6, then thought of something, took out his phone from his pocket: "What do you mean by this text message? It was sent to me a few days ago."

Cheng Sheng looked up:

[Succubus: Did you succeed? (??????)??]

The succubus threw out a blue +2: "There are so many succubi! How can you directly use this as the contact name!"

Lan Ming played a +4 with an innocent face.

Cheng Sheng: "..."

[Two points have been added]