The style of the copper lamp is very simple, just like the oil lamp used in the past in the Chinese countryside. It is like the shape of a goblet, covered with glue-like lumps, and a wick slightly exposed to its head. The only eye-catching thing is probably the dragon carved on the lamp of the copper lamp with one foot stomping on the clouds.

This dragon gives people a very uncomfortable feeling. Its eyes are red and has no pupils, but no matter how you move, you feel that these eyes are looking at you without blinking. The dragon on the plane was drooling in its slightly opened mouth, which made people feel uncomfortable all over, as if it was stared at by a beast.

After thinking about it, I gave Jing'er a copper lamp. So far, it is better for me not to get involved in this thing. Leaving it to Jing'er may be the best way to deal with it. As for where Mo Li, let him discuss it with Jing'er by himself.

The stone tablet is not complete, the size of a palm, with only one word on it "Cheng!"

When I saw this word, my first reaction was that this stone tablet would not be the stone tablet of Chengxianmen! Looking at the dark material of the stone tablet, I couldn't tell what it was made of. It was heavy and extremely hard. I tried to use this force and was intact. In the end, even though I had all the strength, it was useless. With my current ability, even steel can be broken, the material of this stone tablet is intriguing.

Even if this stone tablet is not the stone tablet of Chengxianmen, it is a very rare treasure.

But since I agreed to Jing'er, this thing is Jing'er's, and I also returned the stone tablet to Jing'er.

Seeing this, Jing'er disappeared directly. There was a hint of joy of success on the corner of her mouth. It was obvious that Jing'er already knew something. However, for Jing'er's personality, which refused to suffer losses, it was impossible for these two things to fall into his hands even if the demon dragon wanted to mess with him. The demon pill could be cleaned up, and the soul of a demon dragon was nothing. When he returned to the room, the people inside were still talking and laughing, and even talking. When he was silent before, someone heard strange sounds. This is how people were, they had a strong curiosity about danger, and curiosity was often a factor that killed people.

People can create a dangerous and stimulating atmosphere in a safe environment, but they cannot chat and laugh in danger. This is a product of contradiction.

Peter was very excited to see me coming back, and his eyes were staring at me tightly.

I felt a little guilty. I knew what Pete wanted, but I couldn't give him! At least I couldn't give the result he wanted now. The copper lamp was underestimated by me from the beginning. A small candle could make Mo Li lose his original intention completely fall into the devil's way. Such an existence is not something I can touch now. It is only a temporary solution to hand it over to Jing'er. At least now, only Jing'er can suppress the copper lamp.

"Well, sorry, I can't help you now. But there should be no problems in this building again. As for your affairs, when Xueying and I come back, we should give you a normal human being," I said apologetically.

Although Pete was a little disappointed, he immediately became excited when he heard my tone of affirmation: "Really? Ni Ge, can you really help me recover?"

"Of course, I have already obtained the copper lamp. It's not clear what the copper lamp has, so it takes a while to know it to help you." I said with a smile.

After parting with Pitt, I returned to Mao Xueying's room and saw that Ai Sili and Mao Xueying were already asleep lying on the bed.

Mao Xueying always had a smile on her lips, looking naive. Alice had stretched her limbs, and even sleeping in the form of a tomboy.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly. This location should be mine! There was still a lot of noise outside, and these foreigners were excited and basically did not distinguish between occasions. There was no way, and I had no other place to go, so I could only make do with the night on the sofa next to me. I had decided to get the air ticket tomorrow and leave here.

Unexpectedly, at midnight, Mao Xueying got up quietly, looked at Alice, who was still snoring, looked at me again, then carefully took out a blanket and walked in front of me and squeezed into her angry arms, then covered her with a blanket.

I smiled and hugged me and asked, "Why don't you sleep in bed?"

Mao Xueying looked very cute with her nose: "My husband is with me on the sofa."

This sentence made me feel a softness in my heart. In the past, I never thought I would have a home. When I was in Qingyun Temple, I was afraid that the happiest thing I was to sit alone on the top of the mountain and watch the sea of ​​clouds float by under my feet. What I wanted most was to stay in the Taoist temple forever. But deep down in my heart, there was no other bond except the drunkard master.

To put it bluntly, it is the loneliness without relatives. After going down the mountain, I can do all this. Ningxiang is gentle and charming, but she is tough and stubborn in her bones. Otherwise, she would not have used the strength of the Ghost King to let me submit to the Ghost King's Mansion in the Hell with the strength of the Ghost King.

Mao Xueying is cold and arrogant, and seems to be keeping people from thousands of miles away. In fact, it is just a way for mobile phones to protect herself. When she finds support, she becomes a cute girl. They also give me the warmth of my home.

I hugged Mao Xueying tighter. At this moment, my life exists for protection.

"Ni Ge, there is a St. Morris Hotel in the southeastern suburb of Paris. Let's stay where we can go, and then we buy a car and follow the sun rises to Reims. There are Champagne Winery, Plaza Royale, and Cathedral, and I want to go and see it. In the past, I didn't want to go alone, but now I finally become your woman. I want you to take me there, and we are the two of us." Mao Xueying closed her eyes and said, her voice gradually became sluggish and she fell asleep.

The next morning, Pete had already prepared me for breakfast in the living room. The knife and fork were all newly bought, and even the breakfast was delivered. I knew that Pete didn't want to arouse any disgust from me. After all, his identity was placed here, and the refrigerator was hidden in the dead brain, which would leave a bad impression on all of this.

"Mr. Ni, Ying, Alice, good morning, now have a hearty breakfast." Pete looked polite and gentlemanly.

I smiled and nodded, and pulled Mao Xueying to sit down.

Western breakfasts are not as good as Chinese. Generally, fried eggs, milk, oats, and some verbs are brewed. The takeaway that Pete wants is pizza and fried eggs with milk. The taste is also good.

"Ying, I really envy you." Alice said sincerely.

"Congratulations," Pete said with a smile on his face.

The breakfast ended with blessings. It took about an hour to leave Goethe Building and take a taxi to arrive at St. Morris. The hotel has a very distinctive appearance, which looks like a medieval castle. However, the windows are bright and clean, and it has a sense of urban modernity.

Mao Xueying and I walked into the hotel, and a welcome guest came over to pick him up and followed him, and delivered him to the bar.

"Hello sir, ma'am, have you booked?" the bar service staff asked politely.

"No," Mao Xueying responded with a smile. But because I was in French, I had no way to communicate. I could only stand silently on the side.

"Oh, wait. There are only three suites here. On the top floor, you can overlook the night view of the whole Paris. It's just the specifications of the presidential suite. I don't know if you are satisfied." The waiter pounded on the computer a few times before he said in a little embarrassed manner.

"Okay, I'll just want a room where I can see the night view." Mao Xueying couldn't agree readily.

This surprised the waiter and was stunned for a moment! This was an unexpected surprise! The presidential suite costs 50,000 francs a night. Of course, few people come to consume such a price, and the presidential suite is also the room with the highest idle rate.

This time, by renting out your own apartment, you can get at least 10% return, 5,000 francs! It is higher than your monthly salary.

"Okay," the front desk lady moved quickly and turned the best suite into a sold word. She was happy and said, "Hello sir, ma'am, it takes 52,000 francs a night. I wonder how long will you stay?"

"Just one night!" Mao Xueying replied with a smile and handed over a gold card.

Gold card! The front desk lady has also seen it. After all, it is impossible to move into the presidential suite without financial strength. Someone is taking a gold card to spend. This gold card has a great origin. Can the Supreme Membership Card of Swiss Bank be an ordinary card? Moreover, the minimum deposit of this card is 100 million US dollars.

Soon, the waiter carefully handled the room money and deposit and issued a receipt.

Everything was done, and even the rituals behind him showed a sense of ecstasy on their faces. This kind of guest is rare. It seems that they will have a lot of tips this time.

"Carry! Open the best presidential suite. Joan is here!" Just as the waiter watched us look at us and was about to enter the elevator, the manager's voice suddenly came from the bar.

However, the information given gave Carrey a little headache. "That Dahl, the room has just been sold, and it is the two Eastern visitors over there."

Dahl's face, which was originally smiling, suddenly changed. As a hotel experience, if the presidential suite was changed to the past, it would be not easy to invite these rich men to come with Gao Xiang. However, when the rich man came today, he had to invite guests to change rooms.

Joan is a landlord in this area, including St. Morris, and the entire street is home to the Jones family.

I can't afford to offend. Qiong is the son of the patriarch and the future patriarch, and I am just a small hotel manager. If Qiong cannot stay in that suite tonight, the consequences will be unimaginable, and it is certain that he will be unemployed.

"Please wait, two guests." Dahl quickly followed him a few steps.
Chapter completed!