The Magician of Clow

Chapter 240 Nights with attendees are always long!

The deep corridor is brightly lit, with elegantly embossed patterned walls, pure white European style, deep red carpet, and waiters in pitch-black tuxedos standing on both sides bowing in greeting.

However, the people who came here seemed more dignified, with exquisite canes, elegant suits and dresses, gentlemen and old men walking towards the gate of the ball together, successful men with decent smiles, and ladies with prosperous skirts, and beautiful and beautiful people. the noble daughter.

Each of them has their own strong industry, a huge family, and the right to speak to influence all walks of life.

Different levels, you can only hear Wall Street's stock market or the prospect of cutting-edge fields in their mouths, softly spoken, the rise and fall of those assets that are really stepped on the top of the pyramid with a smile is difficult for ordinary people imaginary scene.

However, Fangran was walking in such a long corridor at the moment.

He tried his best not to show any expression, kept his body straight, and walked towards the venue of the ball, the lower floor of the night pearl.

The ladies and daughters who saw him on both sides covered their mouths and discussed with their male companions who this luxuriously dressed and restrained young man was in a low voice.

At this moment, under the collar of Fangran's suit, there was a tiny metal button, and Meng Lang's voice came into Fangran's ears.

"Moxi Moxi? Bro, have you arrived at the venue? Have you gone in? How about it, are you startled by the extravagance inside?"

"Lulu Sai, I'm walking towards the door, brother, what the hell are you doing?"

Fangran didn't move his lips, and said to him in a buzzing voice, and Meng Lang's answer came from the communicator:
"Ah, it's actually fine. I'm just afraid that you'll be nervous, so I'll chat with you."

Meng Lang's voice was frivolous and cheerful.

"Go away."

Fangran wanted to growl, but now he could only speak softly.

"You are electricity, you are light, you are the hope of Yangcun, I only love you, you are like Guo Degang~"

Nima!You even sang!

And you fucking blackmailed my favorite teacher Guo Degang!

Fangran frowned, but finally walked to the entrance of the ball with a sullen face.

"Please show me your invitation, sir."

The waiter at the door bowed to him respectfully, and Fangran took out the dark gold-covered invitation letter from his suit pocket.

After seeing the pitch-black invitation letter Fangran took out, the waiter was stunned for a moment, and returned it to Fangran without even looking at it. Then he bowed to greet him with a more humble hand on his chest, and stretched out his hand Welcome to the door of the ball:

"It's rude not to go out to greet you, sir, please let me take you into the venue."

The waiter's perfect demeanor and posture gave Fangran an instant illusion that he was a big shot. He was flattered, a little nervous but followed behind the waiter pretending to be calm, and vaguely heard the surprise of other people entering the venue.

Fangran glanced subconsciously, and found that all the other people were handing out crimson invitation letters.

Eh! ?Then why is mine black! ?

A bad feeling appeared, and Fangran felt that the smile he had just tried to create had become forced.

Following behind the waiter until he reached a door, the people on both sides gave him a slight signal, and then opened the door, and the golden light leaked slightly.

There was a bang in my head!
Fangran felt that the splendor and prosperity turned into a golden entity suddenly appeared from the door!
Soothing music sounded lightly in the venue, a band with suits and collars was on the upper right of the room, and various elegant instruments played in their hands. ,

It was dark when he came here before, so Fangran didn't pay attention, but now he found that the ceiling was extraordinarily high, and seven crystal chandeliers surrounded the golden glass chandeliers in the center, illuminating the ball with stars arching over the moon.

A chic and orderly wine table is placed, and a liquid of an unknown color is on the white tablecloth.

Those rich, rich, noble ladies and daughters are forming a small circle in twos and threes, chatting with each other with light smiles.

High end!atmosphere!Upscale!
This scene, which was particularly impactful on diaosi, brought Fangran the above feelings in a simple and rude way.

"Is it really okay for me to come on this occasion?"

Fangran looked at the venue of the dance in the night pearl, and sighed softly.

The night sea.

Ji Lingyan quietly walked in the blind corner of the monitor. She was no longer wearing the fiery red evening dress, but a black tight-fitting action suit, outlining her perfect figure. She carefully walked around all the guards from the window. , Looking at the guard room on duty.

After activating the communicator next to his ear, he spoke in a calm and clear voice:
"The security of Night Pearl is being strengthened like the dance scene on the first floor, and there are no other changes."

In the communicator, Xu Zheng's voice sounded in a deep voice:

"Understood, there are still three hours before the navy's troops come to pick us up. During this period, we will control the retreat route at the stern. If there is any change in the night pearl's guards, let me know at any time."

"receive."

On the bow deck of the night pearl, two tall and straight figures in top-level suits came out chicly.

Feeling the slight sea breeze blowing on his face, Meng Lang casually put one hand in his pocket, and his suit and tie fluttered with the wind, giving him a wild and unruly temperament.

"Go to the captain's room to monitor the situation, or investigate other unrest factors, which one do you choose? Or should we act together?"

Under the night, Gou Yu's profile was perfect. He glanced at Meng Lang, then turned and walked towards the inside of the boat.

"It's fine to act together, whether it's me or Brother Meng, you don't want to be seen when you use your abilities."

"I'm going to the captain's room. Although it's not necessary when we retreat immediately, if I leave it to you, Brother Meng, you will definitely be lazy."

In the end, Meng Lang stood alone on the bow deck, looked at Gou Yu's back and stretched.

"Yeah~~, I didn't expect this task to be so simple to end"

Suddenly, as if he sensed the heat of the flame, he stopped his movements, and then looked at the night pearl behind him strangely, with some doubts, then shook his head and laughed:
"Probably an illusion."

"how is the situation?"

The middle-aged man in black put down the binoculars and asked the air behind him:
"Still very cautious, have been sailing north along the border of China."

"Tch, the mysterious owner of the night pearl."

The middle-aged man in black frowned, but then relaxed with a sneer. The casual discard was actually just a decorative telescope, and the colorful lights of the night pearl in the distance were clearly visible in his pupils!

He said with an absolutely confident smile:
"so what!?"

He turned around and walked towards the inside of the boat, the hem of his black coat wildly fluttering high in the sea breeze!
The waves slapped against the steel of the hull, clanging but could not overwhelm his cold voice!
"Start the roar of the final sea, wake up Mog, and inform Serar and Jean, wait for those miscellaneous fish to find the courage to pounce on it, a rare opportunity!"

The cold and ruthless gaze sharpened in his eyes!
"Let's have a good fight!"

Opening the door of the boat, he finally turned his head and looked ferociously at the night pearl in the distance.

It won't be so easy tonight!
Because nights with attendees never seem to be long!

　The one climax is Calvin, I almost didn't finish writing it, and I only posted it so late, I think you should be able to guess what I'm like when I run around during the day,
　　Also, although I tried hard a few days ago for two changes, it seems that I have recruited black again, which is the reason why the funny and passionate blood have not changed for thousands of years.

　　In fact, writing a book is similar to the title of the previous chapter. From the one-hundred-point order and more than 1000 collections on the day it was released to the present, I have always understood a truth. I am just an amateur author, and I still rushed to the street. kind of

　　I can't please everyone, only myself

　　
　
(End of this chapter)