The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

 Chapter 1070 Fireman vs Cartoonist 13

Standing next to the cabinet, I happened to see the Lucky Cat on the table.

 The claws flickered.

besides.

There are some things scattered on the table, chaotic but organized.

  Moving forward.

  The owner of the board game store had long since collapsed on the leather chair. It seemed that he had not slept well last night and his eyelids were fighting.

Tilt your head and lean on the back of the chair.

 The neck line is stretched and stretched.

The light image gave his facial features a mysterious hazy color, and even the tips of his black hair turned into light gray.

 Lin Zhi'an was bored and greeted the lucky cat on the counter, with many questions in her mind.

I always feel that... if we meet again, he shouldn't be like this.

 “Don’t touch it.”

 A cold and deep voice suddenly sounded.

"Huh?" Lin Zhi'an suddenly met a pair of cold eyes, realized that he was talking to her, and murmured in confusion.

 “It has already been broken once.” Zhou Shu said without interest.

Lin Zhi'an subconsciously glanced at the lucky cat in front of her. There was really a crack on her head. Oh my god, she immediately retracted her paws and took two serious steps back: "I'm sorry."

This, this is too tight!

　　Why don’t you replace it even if it’s broken?

 Can this be a good sign?

"fine."

Wei Chengze finished picking out the script and took Lin Zhi'an in.

 This is a decrypted version, slightly scary, with NPCs.

 Zhou Shu just said a few words, and he was quite casual.

Lin Zhi'an had no further communication with him. Ever since he entered the secret room, he had followed Wei Chengze closely, his face extremely tense.

As a two-dimensional otaku cartoonist who has never left the front door and now enters the secret room, Lin Zhi'an feels that she has exhausted all her courage in this life.

 She just didn’t expect that she would run out of money a second time later.

 She and Wei Chengze got separated. Wei Chengze seemed to have answered a phone call, turned around and disappeared.

In the dim surroundings, Lin Zhi'an bravely walked forward, holding the props and trying to unlock the lockbox in front of him. The card said that the key was hidden in the box.

 Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind.

Lin Zhi’an turned around.

 Facing A Piao wearing a white hood.

 The four eyes face each other.

 “Ahhhhhh!!”

Not knowing who was scaring whom, Lin Zhi'an picked up the lockbox and ran wildly. She ran wildly in a dark secret room without any rules. She didn't know where she was running. She didn't dare to open her eyes and then bumped into a young body without any warning. .

　　　Bang.

Lin Zhi'an had no time to distinguish the faint smell of menthol tobacco in her breath. Her face turned pale, and she closed her eyes and ran in the opposite direction.

 Being grabbed by the back of the neck.

 Pull it back.

 “Can you stop running?”

The voice was soaked in the coolness of darkness, quite light and deep.

Lin Zhi'an saw his tall and thin silhouette.

Those dark eyes stared at her.

In any case, Zhou Shu didn't wear any weird and scary makeup, nor did he wear fancy NPC clothes. He only wore a black T-shirt, which gave Lin Zhi'an a great sense of security.

"I, I'm scared." Lin Zhi'an hugged the lockbox tightly and was about to cry. She raised her face and looked at him, "Uncle, uncle, does the boss of your store also want to play with you? Can you take me out first?"

"What did you call me?" Zhou Shu tilted his head.

Lin Zhi'an has a big brain and doesn't know what to call him. He heard Wei Chengze call him that before, so he subconsciously followed suit.

 But now looking at his cold face, I felt frightened in my heart. I was not sure, so I said respectfully: "...Brother Shu?"

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