Chapter 515 Magic Heir 9
Xining entered the hotel lobby and restaurant, sat down and started ordering food.
After ordering, the waiter went to get the food while she waited.
There was a "bang" sound, and when a waiter turned to look at the door, he accidentally overturned the plate in his hand.
Turning his head, he saw that a terrifying figure appeared at the door. He was wearing a cloak, his head was much larger than that of an average person, and he didn't know if the long things on both sides were arms or weapons.
It happened to be dinner time, and there were quite a lot of people in the restaurant, so it suddenly became silent. What the hell, so scary!
When the backlight was better, I could see clearly that they were two crutches, and the shadow of the head looked very big because it was wrapped in gauze.
Ron leaned on crutches, moved over step by step, sat down at the table closest to her, and stared at her with hatred.
If Ron's gaze could kill someone, she would have died dozens of times.
Xining continued to wait, but it was a pity that there was no singing and dancing performance here, otherwise he could have watched it. She only had one hand on the table, and her eyes were focused on her hand.
This hand is very small, and you can tell from a glance that it has not done any rough work. And the body owner is also pretty, after all, the family genes are there. Even if the parents are ugly, the owner must be beautiful. As a supporting character who encourages the male protagonist to rise to prominence, the tragic effect can only be enhanced by being more beautiful and dead.
About five or six waiters were busy, taking orders and serving dishes. A waiter walked faster and didn't notice that one of Ron's crutches was lying in front of him. After stumbling, he staggered and fell on Ron's body.
This stirred a hornet's nest, and Ron's screams echoed through the sky like a slaughtered pig: "Ah~~~"
Xining stood up and said, "Send it to my guest room." Sitting here, there was no way he could finish the meal.
From behind, Ron cursed loudly at the apologetic messenger: "You blind man, see if I don't turn you into a bedbug frog, ah, it hurts me to death..."
What a mess, Ron must have been sent by the monkey, specifically to make fun of everyone, and to be responsible for all the jokes.
When we got to the guest room, we lit the kerosene lamp and the food we ordered was delivered shortly.
A corn chowder, barbecue, bread. The price is okay and the quantity is sufficient. Xining dipped the bread into the soup and ate it. After the soup was finished, there was still a lot of bread and barbecue, so he put the meat in the bread and put it on the table for breakfast and lunch tomorrow.
I didn't want to take a shower anymore, so I recited a cleansing spell and lay on the bed to rest. You can use this cleaning spell three times in a row at most, and you have to wash it off the day after tomorrow.
While I was drifting off to sleep, I heard an earth-shattering explosion next door.
Xining was awakened, sat up suddenly, opened the door to take a look.
The door next door had been opened, and thick white smoke kept pouring out from inside. The tenant next door, who was not even wearing a shirt, was coughing violently and struggling to hold on to the wall to get out.
"Cough cough cough..." He coughed until tears and mucus came out of his nose, and he was still so vivid. It was probably the most embarrassing moment in his life.
"Cough cough cough..." A person crawled out of the room. There is a bright red cloak on the body, and the exposed head is wrapped in layers of gauze. He tried to cover his nose with his sleeve, but there were still wooden boards attached to his arms.
If this person wasn't Ron, who else could he be? He probably used smoke poppers to appear again. Think about it, this room is different from the corridor and has doors and windows for ventilation.
But I don’t want to think about it. How big is the room with smoke as big as a smoke bomb? As a result, the whole room became the Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace, full of smoke and fire.
Even if he showed up like this, he actually found the wrong room! This Ron was definitely sent by the monkey, he must be.
In order to prevent Ron from running into her room again and making such a gorgeous appearance, Xining came up with a spell to make Ron fall asleep directly.
Ron was also tired. As soon as he finished reciting the spell, he snored loudly, which made people angry and funny.
Mo Ming: "Why don't you kill him?"
Xining: "Kill him? It's a good idea, otherwise he will follow us."
Mo Ming: "It's good to know, why don't you take action?" Xining: "Do you think I'm stupid? If you kill him, Draco will send another one over. Who is stupider than him? If you send a smart one, It’s very difficult to deal with, it’s so tiring, so I don’t need to kill him, it’s good to keep him.”
Mo Ming...
It seems to make sense, and doesn't sound like laziness. It seems that being stupid also has its benefits. If Ron is going to die, it will be because of his own stupidity.
Ron was carried away, but the customer next door was so angry that he was so embarrassed that he simply went shirtless, exposing his hairy fat, and argued with the boss in the corridor asking for compensation.
Xining smiled and shook his head, returned to his room and closed the door. Lie down directly on the bed, put on your clothes, cover yourself with a quilt, and continue sleeping.
At dawn the next day, Xining stood at the door of the hotel, waiting for the carriage she hired to arrive.
"Miss Aslan?!" A familiar voice sounded.
Xining rolled his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and turned around. Not far away, it was Brad. He stood there in surprise and joy, looking at her.
Brad came over, hesitated and asked: "Why did you leave without saying goodbye?"
Of course it's to avoid you... Xining said lightly: "I'm in a hurry."
Brad's bright eyes were shining brighter and brighter, like the stars at night, almost porphyrin: "Where are you going?"
Never mind your business... Xining pointed out a direction: "South." In fact, Aslan Manor was to the east.
Brad: "What a coincidence, I happen to be going south too."
Xining immediately said: "I remembered, I have to go east to do some errands first."
"What a coincidence. I just happened to remember that I have to go east if I have something to do."
Xining...
Why did you pick it up so quickly? Was that intentional? Brother, you should have some face, don't even know what face is just to pick up girls.
Brad continued shamelessly: "Let's go together, so you can save money on the car."
But she doesn’t want to save money on the car! The corner of Xining's mouth twitched: "I have hired a carriage!"
"Great, I haven't hired him yet." Brad smiled brightly, a smile that no one would find annoying.
With such a smile, Xining could only agree: "Okay, let's go together. I'll pay for the carriage today, you will pay tomorrow, and everyone will take turns paying each day."
Brad shook his head: "No, how can you let the lady spend money?"
It’s here again, don’t tell me, this is why Brad doesn’t hate it, it’s quite generous to be poor. The main reason is that magicians make money quickly. If you don't have any money, you just need to take a job, and the money will come to you in a hurry.
For example, the sleeping spell is very suitable for people with insomnia. Some people are willing to pay people to recite a mantra before going to bed. It is better than taking medicine, and it is non-toxic, harmless and has no side effects.
Xining rolled his eyes: "I just like spending money. If you don't let me spend money, we will leave separately."
"Okay!" Brad smiled and nodded: "How about I leave my money with you and you can spend it."
(End of chapter)