Yan Qiushan usually lives very hard. In addition to work training and shopping for food, his understanding of the word "casual" is to lie down and watch TV or mobile phone landlord, entering the bar in the middle of the night can not find the North. The lights in the bar were dim and the holes were like holes, and the deck was designed to be quite "twisty and bizarre". After asking it on WeChat for a long ti, he didn't understand. In the end, he used a miniature energy sensor to find where Xuan Yuan was. One side was Alas, one side was nervous, and called the heater to smoke a sweat.
However, the environnt of the bar is much quieter than he imagined. There is a little jazz music, the guests are three or five, and the voice of the chat is not high. There is neither jumping nor drunk. According to the director Xuan, unless It's a gift of a strange cup, otherwise this "drunk" is afraid you can't afford it.
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It may be because of the late night, Yan Qiushan felt Xuan Yuan a little more distance for no reason.
His eyes were scattered, as if he had fallen into a distant space and ti, he was still, and the light-colored eyes were hit by a small lamp on the table, giving him a glazed texture, cold and hard. It wasn't until Yan Qiushan approached that Xu Xuan's eyes turned slightly. Guanghua re-flowed. He greeted with a smile, and was a nice and refreshing red duster.
"Excuse , Director Xuan. I'm still bothering you so late."
"It's okay." Xuan Yuan waved at him and called for a soft drink. "Sit, I'm just looking for a chance to talk to you."
Yan Qiushan sat down in front of him with so restraint: "You told Director Xiao that you need an instrunt to help run errands ..."
"Mortal people care too much, let alone old and sick, and dical conditions were not good in the past, and sotis it was not convenient to follow , so I used to have sothing to do with instruntal spirits." Xuan Yuan said, "You know, I was also an instruntal spirit at that ti. , Living longer and materials are more advanced, so it is more efficient to communicate with lower-level instruntal spirits, and not afraid of back biting. "
Yan Qiushan nodded, and Xuanyue spoke more euphemistically, but he understood the aning-the instruntal spirit is not the sa as everyone. According to a politically correct statent, "everyone is equal
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