"Qinggong?" Shangyong was shocked and looked at the young man pushing the door in shock, "Why are you here... not right!" As he said that, he hurried and subconsciously looked around.

The Qing Palace's voice just now did not decrease at all, and there were not many people in the cafe itself at this time. If someone heard the Qing Palace's words, it would probably cause a considerable degree of panic!

"Huh..." But when Shangzhao turned around and looked around, he was stunned. The people around him were still doing their own things and did not react to the words of the Qing Palace. Occasionally, a few girls looked up and looked curiously in the direction where the Qing Palace was. Then he blushed slightly, lowering his head, as if he had not heard the words of the Qing Palace at all.

"Don't worry." Qing Gong smiled slightly, walked to Shang Tiao's side, pulled a chair open and sat down, "They can't hear it. Long time no see, Wuhe."

"Hello, Qing Palace." Wuhe smiled at Qing Palace, "It's not been a long time. I just met in Avignon not long ago, didn't you?"

"Ah, think about it, too." Qing Gong raised his lips slightly, snapped his fingers casually, and showed a gentle smile to the waitress, "A cup of iced coffee, no milk or sugar, so you need more ice cubes."

"...Yes!" The waitress's pretty face turned slightly red, she bowed gently to Qinggong and turned around and retreated.

"It's so charming." Seeing this scene, Kurajo couldn't help but curl his lips slightly, "It must be very convenient to hook up with girls, right?"

"How dare you compare with you?" Qing Gong glanced at Wuhe on the side and smiled, "After all, you are a man who claims to have a girl. This ability has made the Roman Orthodox Church jealously send someone to chase you."

"Bao, bah!" Kurajo couldn't help rolling his eyes, "I don't want to be chased for such a superficial reason!"

"Well, but that's the result." Qing Gong chuckled, "So, what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do?" A trace of darkness flashed in Kamijo's eyes. "In this case, no one will stand here and wait for someone to kill, right?"

"I think the guy behind shouldn't kill you." Qing Gong had already used his relaxed tone, as if he was talking about the weather in Yorkshire rather than the bloody killer. "From my understanding of him, he would probably choose... to let you buy it?"

"That's not the same!" Mr. Hanyu rolled his eyes again.

"I'm more curious now," Qing Gong turned his head and looked at Wuhe with a worried look on his face. "I learned from Aresta that the British Puritans have sent people to protect Ah Shang. Are there any other people who are protecting besides you? To be honest," Qing Gong stared at Wuhe, "If there is no special means in front of the water behind you, you probably can't stand one move."

"Yes." Yuwa's expression dimmed a little, and then he cheered up. "I represent the entire Amacao style. In addition to me, the Pope is always ready to come to the school city."

"Divine split..." Qing Gong nodded, "If it were her, I think there was probably some hope. After all, the power of the saint is a bit different. As for the Ashicao style..." Speaking of this, Qing Gong shook his head slightly, "I don't think it will work."

"Maybe." Wuhe said softly, "but no matter what he can do, I think at least... can do something for him."

"What you are thinking about is to block the knife for this guy when necessary?" Qing Gong laughed and pointed at Shangyou. The latter was looking at Wuhe with a shocked look, and Wuhe suddenly widened his eyes.

"It's true that this is the reaction." Qing Gong shook his head and stood up, "Don't worry, how could he let his girl block the knife for him?"

"Who is my girl?" Kurajoo suddenly widened his eyes and explained hurriedly, "Although I am not right about Wuhe..., I have nothing to do with Wuhe!"

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Wuhe, whose eyes were originally dark, suddenly lit up when he heard the second half of Shangyou's words, and then a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, like a gardenia in the afternoon.

"I know Katsujou, but the man who dares to face the Dragon King's sigh." Qinggong smiled faintly, glanced around the cafe casually, turned around and pushed open the door behind him, leaving only a faint word, slowly floating in the air.

"Don't die."

"Classmate, your iced coffee...ah?" The waitress who was late came hurriedly with the tray in her hand, but only saw the empty booth and the wind chime shaking slightly behind her.

Shangjou took the coffee silently, took a sip, letting the bitterness without any buffering explode on his tongue, slowly savoring the long bitterness. Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at the bright sunshine outside the window.

Face the Dragon King's sigh...

What were I, the maker of this memory, thinking about at the beginning?

After Wuhe quietly shrank his head to the menu in his hand, he looked at the thoughtful Shangyou timidly. After he realized that the latter had not noticed him, he secretly glanced at the customer in the cafe behind him.

"We seem to be seen." The man sitting on the other end and hiding his entire body behind the sand seat smiled bitterly. His head was deliberately shaped into a scattered shape with wax. "How powerful is this 1eve15!"

In order to protect Katsuo, almost all members of Amakusaki always followed Gokusaki in secret just in case of incidents. Just like in this cafe now, almost all the customers are Amakusaki.

"You think, which female pope or him is stronger?" The Amacao-style member sitting opposite him did not care about these things. Instead, he looked at the direction where Qinggong left and asked curiously, "Didn't they say they had a fight?"

"I don't know." Jiangong Zhaiyu was silent for a moment and shook his head slowly. "We can see the strength of the female pope, but we know very little about this one. However, judging from the information, he was the one who forced the water behind the school city to retreat."

"What?!"

"Perhaps, in the eyes of strong people of this level, our strength is really insignificant." Jiangong Zhaiyu took a sip of the black tea in the cup and sighed deeply.

Qing Gong, who walked out of the cafe, breathed a sigh of relief. He actually appeared as a member of the Amacao style early in the morning, but he did not point it out, but just glanced and left. As for whether they could listen to his advice, Qing Gong had no choice.

What he has to do now is to prepare to deal with the attack of the water behind.

But at this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Hey? At this time?" After he saw the caller ID clearly, Qinggong couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Well... it's really..."

"Okay, I really can't do anything to you." Qing Gong smiled bitterly, "Okay, my eldest lady."

That guy Mikoto actually called him at this time, intending to continue the former "punishment game"!
Chapter completed!