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One thousand three hundred and sixty-three(2/2)

"The voice password is set to me like you Qin Mo."

“…”

Don’t bully the intelligent system without culture. Like what kind of feelings this is, it also knows through searching!

"Oh, master, you really..." Without saying anything, I didn't say anything, the password was re-set, and when the car body started, the lights in the entire garage were lit up, including the various secret doors. The scene was so handsome that it seemed that I could only see it in a blockbuster movie.

Bo Jiu turned his fingers and a beautiful tail flicked and drove out of the garage.

Who could have imagined that such a beautiful sports car would suddenly come out of an alley?

Several black men met their heads and confirmed again that it was indeed that guy!

"I."

Bo Jiu said two words, and the intelligent system directly identified the entire line through sound.

Drive along the nearest road.

First, I passed through the buildings standing on both sides of the road and rushed to the long bridge.

Such speed and model can make many people look at each other when passing by.

Until the car body gradually moved farther and entered the east, forests gradually appeared around it.

He hovered along the road, spreading the rising light, leaving only the castle located in the forest.

The castle is not big.

It's been a long time since I looked at the age.

Rumor has it that this place was once owned by a nobleman, but later the nobleman was buried and the castle was mortgaged in the 19th century.

Many people say this is a mysterious place.

The ones living there must be the blood-sucking clan.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a rose outside.

However, there is something that makes people yearn for.

Because during the day, under the sun, the roses bloom, there will always be an old housekeeper who walks out with a pocket watch in the afternoon to see the time point, and then put a pot of Earl's black tea and very exquisite pastries in the courtyard.

But what makes people dare not approach him is that there is a jar next to those things, and the jar is soaked in either broken hands or broken feet.

That's all, the old housekeeper still cut the pastry with the scalpel on his hand and put it into his mouth bit by bit.

That scene... has scared many people who want to visit here.

Even when the old butler saw a child, he wanted to give him a piece of candy, which scared the person to cry.

I thought there would be no change here.

It's the same point again.

The gate of the castle was opened.

The old butler was gray-haired, wearing a straight suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He first looked at the pocket watch in his hand, then sprinkled a handful of things to give the white dove that landed in the yard.

Then he turned around, pushed out the metal dining cart, and placed the things in the center of the courtyard.

"Well... the weather is pretty good."

The old butler muttered to himself, as if he was used to talking alone, squinting his eyes as the sunlight jumped on the flowers, plants and trees. He first took a leisurely sip of tea and was about to cut the pastry.

I saw white doves rising everywhere, and a car sound came from far to near.

The old housekeeper frowned and muttered: "It's coming again."

When he stood up and was about to refuse the guests, he was shocked to the local area after seeing the car.

It was clear that the sunlight was shaking violently in his eyes.

The old housekeeper seemed to have never been so ruthless. After all, the first word that comes to mind when everyone sees him is serious.

But at this time, he even walked faster than usual, and didn't care whether the teacup on the table fell to the ground. He just walked out of the courtyard quickly and waited for the car door to open.

The car doors are indeed open.

A young man came out of it.

Silver hair?

The old butler loosened his hand holding the pocket watch, and his eyes were filled with disappointment. It was not the young master, but the one who thought too much.

However, the next second.

But the boy's voice came: "Grandpa, I don't know if I can still eat candy when I come here."

The old butler was shocked and looked at the boy again.

This...this looks?!

That's impossible.

Although he has been waiting for the young master to come back.

But he knew in his heart that the young master must be in danger.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible that news would not be available for so long.
Chapter completed!
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