The Beginning of Autumn is approaching; to be precise, tomorrow is the Beginning of Autumn.
It was past midnight, and the wind was a bit chilly.
"What kind of help do you want me to do?" Ou Zizhan asked again.
He was now Ou Zizhan, and the real Ou Zizhan never lied. Noticing Fang Zong's gaze, he lowered his head and stared at the Na Yuan Dan in his hand.
Fang Zong tossed him a phone and asked, "Do you recognize this?"
"I wanted to say I didn't know him, but actually..."
Ou Zizhan took the phone. In fact, he had bought it himself that afternoon from a random specialty store in Xi'an. It was a "Banana" brand phone. As he spoke, he casually swiped to unlock the phone screen, then suddenly froze.
"I understand what you want to do, I agree."
Ou Zizhan nodded, glanced at Na Yuandan again, and placed it on the balcony railing.
The pills, round and plump, rolled along the railing, refusing to fall off.
Fang Zong asked, "Is it too little?"
"There's a lot, but I'll have to pay you when I get to work. If you want me to do this kind of favor and then ask for money, I..."
Ou Zizhan shook his head again, his fingertips sliding across the surface as he rubbed out a three of clubs from a playing card: "I'm left with a single three in this game, I can't play it..."
Tomorrow is the beginning of autumn, so today should be Qixi Festival, right?
Qixi Festival, also known as the Double Seventh Festival, the Qiqiao Festival, the Double Seventh Festival, and the Seven Sisters' Birthday, is a comprehensive festival. Many people are unaware of this, but with the cultural revival in the East, many are calling for the celebration of their own country's 'Valentine's Day,' thus adding another Valentine's Day to the East, making it arguably the country with the most Valentine's Days in the world.
It's hard to replace, but we can embrace diversity...
Fang Zong believed that in a girl's eyes, there are 365 Valentine's Days a year and she doesn't think there are too many; she only thinks that men's wallets are too thin.
Early in the morning, Fang Zong left alone.
He booked a plane ticket, but instead of going to the airport, he spent the rest of his time wandering around folk shops, flower shops, and workshops selling handicrafts with distinctive Dongguk characteristics.
Hey Sofia, happy Qixi Festival, my sweetheart!
Because Sophia was still in the temple, Fang Zong couldn't get through on the phone, so he sent her a text message. After thinking about it, he asked for more gifts that didn't have any romantic connotations and sent them out to Li Xiaoran, Xue Nuo, and so on.
"Ring ring..." Suddenly someone called.
Happy Qixi Festival! And you're very busy, right?
The first sentence after the call connected was a blessing, but the second sentence had a cold and sarcastic tone. Fang Zong glanced speechlessly at the 'blood bead' symbol after the phone number and smiled, "Happy Qixi Festival."
Catherine then asked, "You must be very busy?"
"yes."
Fang Zong thought about it and realized that he was indeed quite busy, even a little disorganized.
He's currently quite relaxed, picking out gifts, but in a little while he'll have to deal with a really shameless person, then escort the students and the gifts for his mother back home. He's so busy that he's too lazy to even think about hunting down Cleopatra.
Catherine: "..."
Fang Zong: "Is there something you need?"
"You stinking dog that reeks of werewolves and all you do is mate!"
It's obvious that Catherine misunderstood.
Fang Zong said in a serious tone: "Racial discrimination is bad."
"hehe."
After Catherine hung up the phone, Fang Zong could even imagine how pitiful a castle on Earth would be, given that Catherine was a pure-blooded vampire and had been pampered for hundreds of years, with her arrogant and spoiled nature.
But, does it have anything to do with him?
He doesn't owe Catherine anything.
That night... although... but without him, it wouldn't have been one person playing with Catherine's long legs all night...
Even a drunken vampire is just a drunken woman; she can still be picked up by someone outside a bar.
"Sir, are there any other packages to send?" Seeing that Fang Zong had put away his phone, the courier who was specifically there to pick up packages for military officers asked with a smile.
There were large and small bags around me, and the car was almost full.
He was extremely envious of Fang Zong, who prepared so many gifts for Qixi Festival. How many girlfriends do you have all over the world?
“Don’t overthink it. Just think of this as something for Lux. She gave me a lion, so what’s wrong with me giving her a big plush toy in return? Hmm, the shopkeeper took the vampire doll over, wrapped it in red striped paper, and put the address as Peter Parker, Inspector General of the Six States of America. The card was addressed to Catherine…”
Fang Zong finished giving instructions, left the shop, looked up at the sky, stretched, and clenched his fists.
On a balcony five miles away, at the edge of his field of vision,
Ou Zizhan seemed to be startled, nodded to him, and then began to stare blankly with his chin in his hand.
"Little Tiger Shark, human flesh doesn't taste good, really. If you believe that human flesh doesn't taste good, you can change your nature of eating human flesh."
"Okay, I give up, but remember you can only eat bad people, the flesh of good people is sour."
"Everyone gets old, why are you crying?"
"Okay, there will be people who will be there for you and care about you in the future. Remember, you should be sincere to those who are sincere to you."
"It's a pity I couldn't go back to see her. I wonder how Ye Xiuxiu is doing. Little Tiger Shark, why don't you eat me?"
"Eat me, and then learn what good and evil are..."
Ou Zizhan thought of the person who had been like an older brother to him for fifty years.
The real Ou Zizhan loved reading, but his knowledge was not extensive, and his abilities were far inferior to those great literary figures who went down in history. However, he liked the real Ou Zizhan, the weak scholar who grabbed the leg of the person in his mouth, taught him not to eat people, and was not afraid of his sharp teeth at all.
In the end, Ou Zizhan died of old age, and he ate Ou Zizhan.
Tiger Shark Ou Zizhan suddenly laughed and whispered, "I am a Tiger Shark. Whoever I eat becomes me. Ou Zizhan, you bastard, you tricked me! If I hadn't become you, why wouldn't I have been able to resist eating people for over two hundred years?"
Despite saying that, Ou Zizhan smiled nostalgically, and the smile lasted for a long time.
"Honey, pop the champagne!" Suddenly, a large bottle was smashed over.
Ou Zizhan's fingers grew sharp teeth, which shattered the glass bottle. The blood scorpion didn't mind, and landed on the balcony, where it cut open the half-person-high champagne bottle on its own.
He gulped down his drink and laughed loudly, "That kid Fang Zong thinks he's lucky, but he doesn't know we've known each other for a long time. Hey, I want Miao Ying, and you want Ye Xiuxiu. This is our first time working together, so we have to have a big drink! Let's drink!"
Ou Zizhan: "I won't drink."
"Not drinking means you're not giving me face. Are you going to give me face or not? If you're not going to give me face, I'll just drink it myself!"
Blood Scorpion downed ten liters of champagne in one go, took off his scorpion mask, and snapped it onto Ou Zizhan's face.
Very close!
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