Alice's Dream Club

"Then I think it probably hasn't occurred to you that I'm not going to do that."

"Alas!"

It was II who reacted more than Mu Xinyi.

According to common sense, Lynch's doing so not only conforms to his "calculatory" setting, but also satisfies his interpretation of the word "lazy": they are all using Jade Records to find out about dead songs, so why not leave this work to Mu Xiushe will do it. The physical therapist who stayed at Muxiu Club just took advantage of the convenience provided by his status, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

"This is different from what you said, boss, what are you thinking about?"

"It's a compromise." Lynch glanced at Mu Xinyi, who was turning her anger into appetite, "Didn't I say that there were some subtle conflicts in the drama staged by our Miss Mu because the contact person became the transaction person?" , so the plan must be changed accordingly.”

Hearing this, the fried cake in his mouth almost achieved the great achievement of a cultivator who choked to death.

After hammering hard on her chest for a long time, Mu Xinyi, who had finally recovered from her strength, was stunned for a moment and then languished.

"So I'm still causing trouble?"

Seeing that Mu Xinyi had a tendency to be autistic on the spot because of getting into trouble, Lynch quickly changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, miss, have you ever had a black history of losing the chain at a critical moment before? And it was a very frequent one. Why did you immediately change yourself when you encountered such a situation?"

Although she didn't want to admit it, Mu Xinyi still nodded lightly: "It's not too frequent, but it does always cause trouble for the family..."

Well, now that the crux of the disease has been found, Lynch can easily prescribe the right medicine.

"That's it. I don't intend to get stuck with the trader in terms of the content of the transaction. The follow-up arrangement is also based on your drama as the main stage. After all, you have already laid the groundwork a lot, so don't think too much about it. The only change is Only the ownership of the eyeliner has changed from the club to the shepherd."

"Huh? That's not right," Er Shi dragged his chin and thought, "Mujia's strength is obviously not as good as the club's iron. If I were a trader, I would definitely choose the club as a shelter, and since you said you can't be a trader, boss , so how to make sure and let him choose the shepherd instead of the club? In the end, it doesn't seem to be beneficial to do so."

"First of all, I want to remind you," Lynch pointed to Mu Xinyi who was choked again, "Your statement is really a bit choking."

Looking at Mu Xinyi, the second folded his hands together and said, "Sorry! I can't speak my head."

Mu Xinyi, who was recovering at the time, suddenly didn't know what to say.

This girl has a really big heart!

"As for the advantage, of course it is to avoid suspicion," Lynch laughed, "and how to make sure, obviously, I don't need to do anything."

"Why?"

"Because that trader's thoughts are all about His Royal Highness whom he loves," Alice replied instead of Lynch, she nodded her head lightly, reminding the second and Mu Xinyi that she has the ability to perceive others The ability to think, "The request he made when he came to the club is also 'hope that the club can help the saint to get rid of her current identity and have a normal life'. So after the master agreed to his request, he needs a more secure The 'back road'."

"That is to say..." Suddenly recalling what the physical therapist said just now, Mu Xinyi immediately understood, "He said that he will send the information I need to the Mu family after tomorrow, and this is his bargaining chip to protect the saint. ?”

The second smacked his lips: "Tsk tsk, I'm afraid it's because of the concealment level of Mujia's secret transfer. Hey, this trader seems to have something, unlike the previous traders who don't even have a brain."

After finishing speaking, Lynch pointed at Mu Xinyi again.

After being reminded like this, Er Shi finally remembered that Mu Xinyi was also one of the traders.

After a short silence, she covered her face and slowly squatted under the table: "...It feels so difficult to chat now..."

In fact, Mu Xinyi didn't care much about what the second said, and the current entangled appearance brought Mu Xinyi emotional relief. Since Lynch made the arrangement clear to him, what he has to do is Wait for that person to find me after the transaction is completed.

Putting down the chopsticks, Mu Xinyi got up: "I'm full, I'll go back to rest first, after working for so long, I can finally sleep peacefully."

Passing Lynch's side, she suddenly felt her sleeves being pulled.

Something that seemed to be a mobile phone was stuffed into his hand, followed by words that made him collapse.

"Help me fight this month's team battle."

Mu Xinyi: "..."

Since it was not clear when the trader would choose to come the next day, Lynch did not go to the Second King's "laboratory" to observe how she studied the third captured dead mutant.

At midnight, when Lynch was so sleepy that he started teasing Alice's plug tail with a fork to relieve his sleepiness, the perception that the trader had arrived outside the club finally entered his mind.

Immediately, he got up and led Alice's tail to the window. Facing her dissatisfied expression, Lynch exclaimed, "Is this a real tail? It didn't break after pulling for a long time..."

Snatching back the tail that was given to her, Alice stared at Lynch with a stern expression: "Can I tie it around my waist?"

Glancing at the "dead" tail, Lynch felt that sooner or later he would have to rely on his own strength to figure out the structure of its connection position-to be honest, he was really curious.

Of course, now is not the time to think about this, because the traders have already come to the gate.

He is different from other traders in the past. The physical therapist opened the door more simply. His face is full of determination, and the firm aura he exudes makes people feel very comfortable: a person who is straightforward and not indecisive. Always likable.

However, that perseverance collapsed when he saw the person sitting not far away.

"Holy, Your Majesty the Holy Maiden..."

The person sitting there turned out to be the saint whom he had always wanted to protect, which made the physiotherapist stunned.

But then she realized something was wrong.

That saint lacked the spirituality and viciousness when she was alone with herself, and had a little more tranquility and indifference that she never had in public. Not only that, but a faint mature breath was revealed from that saint. A movement, not even a frown or a smile is like the maturity she should have at her age.

This person is definitely not my saint!

Suddenly, the physical therapist suddenly thought of that statement-the club can not only give you what you want, but the moment you enter, everything you see and hear is what you desire, including people.

Thinking of this sentence, he collected his thoughts.

"Welcome to Alice's Dream Club," suddenly, the familiar voice sounded in the ear, the physical therapist raised his head, and saw the smile of the saintess to himself, "Excuse me, are you a member?"

"No, it's the first time."

"Then here, please, I will briefly explain some transaction considerations for you."

According to the instructions of the saint, I sat opposite her. For some reason, a glass filled with my favorite vodka suddenly appeared.

Listening to the other party telling him what to pay attention to, the physical therapist is also observing the person in front of him as politely as possible.

Like, it's really too similar, if it wasn't for the difference in temperament, I would definitely be deceived by this image.

"Guests don't need to care about my image, what you see is what you want in your heart, and it's also convenient for the guests to relax, isn't it?"

Isn't it? Shit! I was almost scared to death!

This is the voice of the physical therapist at this time. What he is most worried about is that the saint will come to the club. If she comes here to make a deal, she will not only destroy the plan he arranged, but also suffer damage. No matter what, he is not himself want to see things.

Suppressing this thought, after the other party finished explaining all the precautions, he simply went straight to the point.

"I've already thought about it. I hope that Karen can live a safe and worry-free life without being a saint of the Muxiu Society."

As he spoke out his appeal, a parchment scroll appeared on the table between the two of them.

The physical therapist couldn't understand the text above, but he could clearly understand the meaning recorded above.

"Then, please provide the equivalent chips you want to call."

Taking a deep breath, the physiotherapist said in a deep voice, "Anything other than Kallen is fine, even if it's my life."

Damn crazy!

This time it was Lynch who cursed in his heart.

Originally, the arrangement was to let this person live well and work for him, but now he said that he could not even die, and it would be uncomfortable to change it to anyone else.

"Are the guests sure? If you use 'anything' as a bargaining chip, then the 'precious thing' club that you will be taken away cannot make any guarantees, and at the same time will not make any explanations."

"As long as it's not Kallen, I'm sure."

The contents of the chips were not written on the parchment, so Lynch took the initiative to explain to him without his doubts.

"Since the range of chips provided by the guests is very random, please wait for the club to evaluate. Of course, this evaluation will not take too long. I hope you can understand."

The idea of ​​assessing rather than completing made the physical therapist shudder because it completely disrupted his subsequent arrangements.

However, he didn't show any dissatisfaction, just nodded and got up to leave the club.

Keeping the gate safe, Alice came to the side of the "saint". She looked at Lynch's image with great interest, and the sparkle in her eyes seemed to be thinking about something.

"He keeps saying that he can't be a card trader, but now he has entered a dilemma of choice."

"If you have the idea of ​​braiding my hair, do it directly." Although he said so, Lynch still removed the image disguise, "Then I said yesterday that I want him to go to the shepherd's house honestly." that way."

Nodding clearly, Alice's expression told Lynch that she might have a memory of Youyu...

"What does the master think is worth exchanging?"