Alice's Dream Club

"Thank you for taking your precious time out of your busy schedule, dear guest."

Still maintaining that official attitude, he nodded and solemnly looked at Karen in his arms.

What shocked him was that Kallen, who obviously belonged to another god, had relieved the pain on her face after coming to the club. Not only that, her breathing also returned to normal, and she was no longer as breathless as before. Silk, now she is just as fast asleep as before.

Logically speaking, this kind of situation should not happen. As a clergyman, Majestic is very aware of the "selfishness" of gods. As a saint of other gods, coming to a site controlled by another god should be the best result. It should also be impossible to enter at all, rather than being actively taken care of by the other party now.

He looked blankly at the "Karen" not far away, not knowing what to say for a while.

"The visitor is a guest, can we trade now?"

Hearing the words, he was silent for a while, and nodded solemnly.

He still held Karen in his arms, and when he came to the table where the contract was first made, the parchment came into view.

The parchment at this time has a lot more content than when I saw it for the first time. The moment I sat down, those contents also floated into my mind, which was similar to a voice in the dark talking to me, but And I can clearly understand that this is "I am talking to myself".

The bargaining chip I need to provide is clear at this moment: the deprivation of ability.

The last bloodline of an ethnic group, this kind of inheritance is absolutely unacceptable to ordinary people, plus a person with ability is suddenly deprived of power, it can almost be compared to removing a person's hands and feet He goes on with his normal life.

No matter which one it is before and after, it can be regarded as a huge blow that will definitely make people fall into despair.

Majesty is no exception.

But thinking that this is snatching the "treasure" that he has devoted his heart and soul from the hands of a "god", it is solemn and clear that this approach would be impossible without such a huge price.

It can even be said that the cost is very small in comparison, which is completely acceptable.

I don't have any mission of "reviving the ethnic group", and I only know a little about the information and history of my ethnic group, so I signed my name on the contract almost without any hesitation.

The moment he wrote his name, he seemed to feel something surging in his body, and the cluster consciousness in his mind was gradually fading away. The parchment was burning by itself, although the sense of emptiness filled his chest as the parchment burned, but now Majestic was more grateful for the normal life that the girl in his arms was about to have.

——Some kind of power that was poured into Kallen's body had a reaction of being withdrawn, and the aura emitted by Kallen gradually recovered from an agent of the gods to an ordinary girl.

She still had her eyes closed, but the influence of that god on her body had disappeared.

It is definitely a scene that Zhuang Yan wants to see such an immediate effect on the contract, and it is also because the effect is so quick, Zhuang Yan marvels in his heart whether the club represents a "true god".

Only true gods can suppress, and even "crush" and drive away the power of other gods like now.

"Then the transaction is complete, thank you for your cooperation."

The words equivalent to seeing off guests interrupted Zhuang Yan's thoughts, so there is no need to say thank you, but now that he and Karen are "ordinary people", Zhuang Yan feels that he needs to "make progress" a little bit.

"etc……"

"Is there anything else the guest wants?" Seeing the solemn nod, Lynch suddenly showed a very subtle smile on the former.

There is a special description for that smile: the salesman's business smile.

Taking out a black card and putting it on the table, Lynch said in a seductive tone.

"It's fate to meet each other, and now you can get a 20% discount for the membership card club."

To be honest, I have seen so many popes, saintesses, and ambassadors who speak for the gods, but Zhuang Yan has never seen the model of the salesman in front of me.

Do you think he/she/it will not feel that their actions have been punished by the gods?

"Guest? If it's not about applying for a membership card, then do you have other things to do?"

Pulled back by the other party again, Zhuang Yan shook his head quickly: "Actually, it's an unfeeling invitation. Karen and I have encountered some troubles, so if possible, I hope... When you can send us back, not to The original place...anywhere is fine!"

Obviously, Zhuang Yan didn't intend to apply for a card, otherwise he wouldn't have just glanced at the membership card and stopped paying attention.

Thinking about it, people who plan to live in seclusion just want to live a peaceful life. If they can no longer connect with the original world, then they will never give themselves a chance to connect.

This idea is very good, but Lynch didn't want to let the trader go.

He put away his membership card and nodded immediately: "Then guests, please think about where you want to go before you go out. Don't forget, the club is a place where you can satisfy all your desires as long as you can afford the 'money'."

With this statement, Zhuang Yan finally felt relieved.

He gently hugged Karen and bowed to the mysterious existence in front of him, then thinking about where the Mu family was, he strode towards the door.

After stepping out of the gate, what he saw was indeed the plaque on the main entrance of the Shepherd's House. He held Karen tightly in his arms, and solemnly came to the door of the Shepherd's House.

"Excuse me, is Miss Mu Xinyi at home?"

The door was slowly opened, and it was the housekeeper surnamed Zhang who came to meet him.

"Doctor Zhuang, Miss has been waiting in the side courtyard for a long time, please follow me."

Following the guidance of Uncle Zhang, Zhuang Yan carried Karen to the independent courtyard where he had been before. He was not annoyed by the treatment of being "isolated and observed". A great place to retreat.

Arranged Karen in the bedroom of the main room, and solemnly came to the courtyard.

Although the butler said that others had been waiting for a long time, it was a polite way of saying it. It was impossible for Mu Xinyi to really be waiting for her arrival in this yard.

The marks of the Gods of Muxiu Society's belief on myself and Karen have been removed due to the transaction problem, and the tension brought about by the previous battle and the constant fear finally turned into tiredness and hit my heart at this time.

Uncle Zhang, who was waiting outside the courtyard gate, saw that Zhuang Yan was lying on the table and almost fell asleep, so he had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and dial Mu Xinyi's number.

Why wait so long, the eldest lady of my family is probably just getting ready to go to bed at this point - she has been a full-fledged night owl cultivating immortals since she was a child.

After waiting for a long time, no one answered the phone. Uncle Zhang thought about it, and finally chose to give up.

When the time comes, let my eldest lady explain it herself...

In fact, Mu Xinyi didn't stay up late, and since she lived in the club, she seldom continues to be a night owl, but anyway, Mu Xinyi really just woke up now, she came to the kitchen sleepily with a pillow in her arms, and poured breakfast into her nose The aroma somewhat relieved her from the low pressure of waking up.

"Alice, please add more sugar to my soy milk."

The Second King had already been squatting on his seat waiting for the meal to be served, and when she heard what Mu Xinyi said, she immediately followed to make trouble.

"Alice, please bleed my soy milk more."

"I'll bleed you."

"Alas!"

Seeing the kitchen knife shivering vigorously in front of him, Second King rolled up his sleeves after careful consideration.

"By the way, does the blood race have blood? How about I try?"

Immediately, she slapped the second king's forehead with the blade of a knife. It was rare for Alice to ignore Lynch, and first served Mu Xinyi with soy milk and sesame balls.

"Mujia called you just now, saying that the former trader has arrived, so..."

"So fast!?"

Picking up a deep-fried dough stick and about to run out, Alice pushed her back into the seat with quick eyesight and quick hands.

"So people are iron and rice is steel, so you must eat breakfast."

After giving all the mochi balls to the second generation, Mu Xinyi ate fried dough sticks while pouring soy milk.

Lynch was late at this time, and he didn't know what he was doing, and now he was unkempt and dirty.

Ignoring the warning in Alice's eyes, he sat down on his seat, and spread out the newspaper in his hand, like an old man who just came back from a walk and waited for someone to serve him: "Heart, eat slowly, no one will grab you .”

At that time, Mu Xinyi sprayed Lynch's face with a mouthful of soy milk.

After beating her chest and coughing for a long time, she finally recovered from the choking: "Why are you still taking advantage of others?"

"Don't tell me, it's cool," Lynch handed the newspaper to Alice, and Lynch changed his subject sharply, "Doctor Zhuang and his underage girlfriend have already gone to your house, and you can do the rest. Just follow the established plan.”

Seeing that Mu Xinyi and the second prince were confused at the same time, Alice took the initiative to give them a general account of the early morning transaction.

Knowing that Zhuang Yan actually exchanged her own strength for Karen to get rid of her status as a saint, Mu Xinyi's mouth immediately twitched.

"It's too obvious that you, Banxian, are part of the gang—his power must have been branded by some so-called god. You have turned both of them into ordinary people through the 'assessment'... huh!?"

In the middle of talking, Mu Xinyi suddenly noticed something was wrong.

At the same time, the smile on Lynch's face also confirmed her guess.

"No, this is a bit wrong. Obviously, you want that person to become an eyeliner. In theory, you shouldn't deprive him of his power. The current situation is his complete 'rebellion'... So what is in your gourd, half immortal? What kind of medicine are you selling? Didn’t you want me to sell those two people?”

"I will definitely not let you play the role of the villain, and I will do it," Lynch smiled and shook his head, "That's why I said to follow the established plan after you pass—in order to let his holy If she gets the life he wants, he will take the initiative to cooperate with you."

After drinking the last sip of soy milk, Mu Xinyi stood up and snorted, "Forget it, only ghosts can guess what you're thinking, then I'm going out."

"Go slowly."