jdhmnovel Chapter 439 Celebration Banquet
Chapter 439 Celebration Banquet
"What's wrong with your face? Did you get beaten up?" Dan Heng looked up at Xing's face, which was as swollen as a pig's head, and couldn't help asking.
"Oh, it's okay. I fell down when I was leaving the train. It's nothing." Xing waved the knife and fork at the big red guys lying on the ice, his mouth stuffed with food.
"But there's a red slap mark on your face." Bai Lu leaned over from the table next to her.
"Oh, it's okay. I fell accidentally." Xing stopped eating, stopped waving the knife and fork at the lobster, and wiped the corner of his mouth.
"But there is a footprint on your clothes..."
"I've already told you! I fell accidentally! It has nothing to do with the great Ms. Black Tower!" Xing slammed the table and growled, then picked up the crab claw on the ice and stuffed it into his mouth, as if he was eating a cucumber.
San Yueqi, who was carrying a plate of dessert, happened to pass by Xing. Hearing her slamming the table and loudly arguing, she couldn't help but curl her lips, thinking, you've already confessed, why are you still being stubborn?
Why they were eating lobster here is a long story... Let's go back to the scene where Xing was having his head pinched by Heita's hand, while Sanyueqi and Jiang Fan were watching the show on the side.
There was a cold light flowing in Heita's purple eyes, and in his other hand he held the huge purple hammer, like the guillotine that beheaded Louis XVI.
"Be more careful in your next life." Heita glanced at Xing's sincere face and smiled faintly.
"Ms. Black Tower smiled at you!" March 7th was surprised.
Xing's sincere expression could no longer be suppressed, and she felt inexplicably horrified because she had never seen Heita smile at anyone other than Jiang Fan...
"Did you meet Seele, Bronya and the others on the road?" Jiang Fan suddenly interrupted.
Heita released his hand that was pinching Xinglian's buttocks, turned around and sat next to Jiang Fan, "Well, although Beloberg is rebuilding and recovering, the progress is far from that fast, so the source code of the interstellar communication channel belongs to the space station."
"Are they already in the Daydream Hotel?" Jiang Fan said gently, "But fortunately you are here, so I can devote myself to Pinocchio without any worries. It seems that luck is favoring me. It's great to have you here."
“You you you you you….”
During this process, they did not look at anyone at all. When their eyes swept over Xing and Sanyueqi, it was as if they were looking at insignificant small stones on the roadside.
Xing's eyes were filled with tears, and he wanted to slide down to his knees and bow down, shouting, "Xing has been wandering for half his life without a wise master, and now I am willing to worship you as my foster father!"
If Heita didn't want an adopted son, she could also go over and give Jiang Fan a big hug, saying lovingly, "I have no way to repay you for saving my life, I can only..."
After Xing and Sanyueqi whispered to each other and looked up, they were the only two left in the huge observation car, along with the conductor Pam who was dozing against the door frame.
This made Xing, who was just full of emotion, and Sanyueqi, who was full of doubts, stunned for a moment.
"See? That's the bond between Jiang Fan and me, it's indestructible! That'll get that old woman away!" After a brief silence, Xing suddenly became excited.
"But where are they? Have they already gone to Pinocchio?" March Seven didn't want to look at Xing's smug face, so he turned his head and looked around.
"Jiang Fan must have seen me in a dilemma and called Heitadan out to scold me!"
"But they look so affectionate, it doesn't seem like they are scolding..."
"That's called interest. Do you understand what interest is? Maybe Jiang Fan has already started criticizing her now!"
"How dare a mere old woman be so arrogant towards my good brother Xing? You are so bold. Why don't you go and tell Xing... Why aren't you talking?" Xing was beaming with joy when he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with his best friend San Yue Qi's expression, and the look he gave him was full of pity.
That expression seemed to be saying, how miserable it is, he's going to die in the next second.
Xing subconsciously touched her face and thought to herself, my face is still so beautiful and perfect, but what does that look mean?
But the next second, someone reached out from behind, gently pinched her chin, and said lightly: "Look at me, I was so busy cleaning the table that I forgot to clean you up."
Xing was stunned for a moment, and quickly said, "Sister Heita, please spare my life. I will find out what color underwear Jiang Fan wears to sleep and tell you in secret."
Heita sneered twice, and the puppet's bony hand pinched Xing's chin and lifted it up slightly, saying disdainfully, "What use do I have for that kind of useless garbage information?"
Xing blinked, understood instantly, and immediately issued a military order.
I patted my chest and promised that from today on, I would go wherever Jiang Fan went. If he picked up girls, I would fart. If he flirted, I would burp. I made sure that there was no vixen within five feet of Jiang Fan!
Heita nodded slightly, very satisfied that Xing had such a high level of awareness.
But one thing is one thing, she still left a slap mark on Xing's face, which she claimed could only appear flawless under the sculptor's knife.
Xing suddenly felt as if the sky had fallen, and had a sense of frustration and loss that if he had only Yu, why would he have Liang?
But the large celebration party held in the Daydream Hotel quickly dispelled Xing's sense of loss.
I felt that my courage and the hard work I had put into Pinocchio were not in vain.
The front desk hall, which usually sees a lot of people coming and going, was temporarily used as a reception room for the celebration banquet, and the VIP lounge upstairs was also open to all those attending the celebration banquet.
Normally, a celebration banquet of this scale should be held in the Pinocchio Theater, but the theater was severely damaged and the family could not hold the celebration banquet in such a place.
That’s why it was decided to hold this grand celebration banquet in the Daydream Hotel.
The entire hotel was booked, and even a swimming pool and jacuzzi were prepared specifically for the people attending the party.
All in all, this was a social event centered around eating, and although it was a celebratory banquet, it was actually no different from the dinners Xing had attended at the Grand Theater before.
It’s just that the Cloud Cavalry of the Xianzhou Alliance has taken over the duties that originally belonged to the Hound family, so Xing can meet old acquaintances along the way.
The person standing guard at the beverage reception was Gousheng, the guard in front of the hotel door was Zhang Zhengyi, and Xing even saw a group of heroic fox-beauties, who were heroic and looked like the Valkyries in Norse mythology.
Xing even suspected that the group of crazy people in the Xianzhou Alliance's Construction Company were already planning to tear down the statue of the Clock Boy at the entrance of the hotel and rebuild it into a new landmark building, the Dragon Ancestor Boy.
Xing was gnawing on the crab claws as thick as his arm, and suddenly a cold snake seemed to crawl through his heart. It stared into his eyes and sneered disdainfully...
Yes... it was too easy... but it was too easy, as if there was a hand in the dark, manipulating them all the way to the theater and defeating the final BOSS cleanly and neatly.
She admitted that Ao Shuang was very powerful, and he wielded the spear with great vigor. She heard from Bai Lu that he already had the strength to compete for the title of Xianzhou Spear Champion, but the question was, was Sunday really that weak?
Putting aside the fact that Pinoconi's boss is a civil servant, it's impossible for the Qixiang Poetry Band, the incarnation of Harmony Hippe, to be so fragile that they could be stabbed to death by Ao Shuang's gun, right?
And with the help of the power of order, she believed that only Jiang Fan or Jing Liu could penetrate that thing, and the others might not be able to do so.
She also vaguely felt that she seemed to have forgotten something important, but she just couldn't remember it, as if the disk storing the information had been forcibly formatted.
She shook her head, trying to get rid of this strange thought. Victory was hard-won, so how could she doubt the hard work of the Yunqi Army soldiers?
It was strange to say, the celebration banquet was bustling with people, and she saw Alan and Ao Shuang squatting in a corner, comparing the grains spread all over the floor with each other, with a spark of "like-minded" bond in their eyes.
She saw Seele and Bronya sitting upright, politely giving each other the freshly baked delicacies of Cocolia and Silva, and finally serving them to Jeppard together, with faces full of filial piety.
She also saw Uncle Yang and Sister Ji Zi talking to Jing Yuan and some people she didn't know, and they seemed relaxed and happy.
You can also see Heita sitting with Iris, Jingliu and the others. The atmosphere is serious, as if they are drawing up a thousand-year plan for the future of the Xianzhou Alliance. They all have stern faces, except Bai Heng, who is holding a lobster and eating it all up.
The last time she saw Jiang Fan was sitting alone in a corner of the banquet hall, drinking silently.
He should have been the main contributor and protagonist of the dinner, but for the first time in her life, she could see a hint of loneliness in the king's eyes.
But she always felt something was wrong, as if someone was missing, one or two people, which made her feel irritated.
Xing was in a daze when suddenly someone came over with a glass of wine to talk to her. He looked at her slightly swollen face and was slightly surprised: "Ha! My dear! You must be the star core chick they are talking about, right? Why are you bruised and swollen? Did you get beaten up?"
"Huh?" Xing looked up at the person who came and curled her lips, "Who are you? You call me baby and chick, and you even have highlights on your hair? You are not mainstream, and I fell down by myself, what do you know?"
Portio was stunned by the star's choking, and wondered how this little girl with the star core could explode at just a touch, and her face and nose were bruised, just like that Pig Man.
And you told me that you fell by yourself? Did you fall on the opponent's fist?
"Let me introduce you. This is Portio, a sea patroller. He means no harm." Black Swan broke away from chatting with Cocolia and the others and came over to introduce Xing.
"We met by chance while hunting down someone, and happened to discover that Sunday was plotting a shocking conspiracy..."
"So we found you and asked you to help everyone in the train crew save the world, but we didn't expect that the Xianzhou Alliance would act much faster than we expected." Black Swan shook the wine glass, and the wine-red liquid in the glass rippled.
"You're welcome. Our main job as a sea ranger is to help those in need when we see injustice. I just didn't expect that the Immortal Boat Alliance would act on their promise. Their efficiency is so amazing." Portio took small sips of wine.
"Wanted? Who are you looking for that can be on the train? There are no murderers or robbers, but there is a playboy and a bully." Xing put down the crab leg he had just eaten clean, wiped his mouth, and asked casually.
"Haha! Good question! The wanted criminal is of course..." Portio's hearty laughter suddenly stopped, as if he was thinking.
"Who was it...uh, Miss Black Swan, do you remember?" Portio turned and asked Black Swan.
"You don't know?" Xing looked suspicious.
"No, no, I really can't seem to remember it." Botio drank the wine in the glass and touched his chin to think, "Strange, the brain-computer chip is not faulty..."
"Once everything about Pinocchio is settled, I will try to trace it back in the memory domain." Black Swan said softly.
Xing swallowed the lobster in her mouth and suddenly felt that the world was a little different from what she had imagined.