"Is there really a god?"

Li Bai asked back.

He knew that there was a god or an evil god, and he almost cried by himself.

"Uh, just to give an example, do you still remember those Sumerian clay tablets?"

Hercules Enzo Camillo gave a tip.

Just for those muds thousands of years ago, Li Bai and the "Saints Association" almost started to fight head-on.

The "Saints Association" is now somewhat lucky. He did not throw such a guy outside the organization and became an enemy that would make him feel bad. Otherwise, he would probably even feel like he wanted to die.

"Oh! Remember!"

Li Bai didn't say that if the other party hadn't mentioned it, he might have forgotten it all at this moment.

He sent photos of those clay tablets back to China through his personal connections to see if the local archaeological experts would make some discoveries.

Unfortunately, most of the Chinese experts are focused on the five thousand years of civilization history in their country. Few people specialize in thinking about foreign history and culture. So to this day, there is still no progress, and even the above characters have not been deciphered. Even if they are on a computer, they are repeatedly deduced with specially designed mathematical models, and the contents they solve are messy, and even the little Huang Wen who can't bear to look at them.

“The whereabouts of a prehistoric hero are recorded.”

Hercules kept her inexplicably. He looked into the room and continued, "You haven't had supper yet?"

"Of course! I'm going to do it myself!"

Li Bai didn't expect to put the ingredients in the refrigerator, which contained the nine legendary ingredients in Europe, Iberian ham and Perigor black truffle. He was going to make a few Roujiamos.

"What are you doing? Of course, we are going out to eat, and we are talking while eating!"

Hercules himself is a big eater. In his opinion, the ingredients stored in the luxury suite are only suitable for entourage staff to eat and make some snacks that are not enough for their own consumption.

Of course, it is a big restaurant outside, and a formal restaurant can meet his needs.

“Is there a suitable restaurant?”

Li Bai thought about it and agreed.

It is impossible to change the ingredients in the kitchen from a regular meal to a supplementary meal. If you want him to let him go, it is impossible. You must finish it and not waste it.

"The restaurant in this hotel is very good. We have invited a professional chef team from France to ensure that it can meet the preferences of most people."

Hercules Enzo Camillo smiled and patted Li Bai on the shoulder hard, that is, the big devil. If it were someone else, these two strokes would probably be directly photographed on the ground.

But for him, people who are equal to his own strength do not need to be as careful as others.

This kind of ease without restraint is beyond description in words.

"Okay, let's go now!"

Li Bai was still hesitating whether to call two demon girls.

Hercules immediately took the initiative to say, "I'll treat you to two ladies!"

With his stomach capacity, adding a few more pairs of knife and fork is nothing more than a bite. As a "saint", he naturally has no shortage of money.

"Hong Li, go out for a big meal, someone treats you!"

Li Bai just needs to call Xiaohongli, and the Qingyao Demonic will appear automatically.

When it comes to having a big meal, the two witches who are still fighting each other finally stopped fighting. They deliberately regained their strength. If they let go unscrupulously, the entire hotel might be demolished by these two witches!

"Feast? Where is it!"

The witch Qingyao took the little witch Hong Li to the side.

The monster has no meals and can eat them at any time. Sometimes he eats a full meal and doesn't have to eat again for half a year.

"Good evening, ma'am!"

When Hercules looked at the Qingyao witch looking around, her heartbeat jumped for no reason.

He quickly moved his eyes away, gave up the idea of ​​asking for a kiss, and simply owed his body.

Even so, my heart still beating wildly.

My muse!

This sentence appeared in Hercules Enzo Camillo's heart. Until he saw the real person, he realized how great the other party touched him.

“Are there any big meals?”

The Qingyao Demonic has been staying in a foreign country for a long time and has spoken English very well.

“Yes!”

Hercules didn't dare to look at her, so he walked into the corridor outside the door and prepared to lead the way.

Li Bai followed, took two steps, turned around, looked at the two witches, frowned and said, "Change clothes, more formal, do you have any dresses? Change them!"

The battle between the fairy just now will inevitably be messy. If we fight for another 300 rounds, we will probably really be in a flash. If we follow it like this, the one who lost it was his.

The two demons looked at each other, and the clear and red lights on their bodies bloomed. After they rose and closed, they each changed into a gorgeous right-wing dress with a ring-shaped dress.

The Qingyao demon was wearing a green dragon-patterned silk embroidered trousers with a straight collar and a pair of collars. She tied her hair and inserted a beaded hairpin. Her skirt was fluttering, and the ribbon was automatically windless.

The little demon Hong Li is a red peach-patterned skirt, which is not as arrogant as her demon sister, and is unique introverted as a little girl.

After walking to the elevator, Hercules turned around.

When he saw the two witches behind Li Bai changing into gorgeous dresses and jewelry at some time, he took a breath on the spot and couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

Well, the muse... are these two fairies from the East?

No fairy exists, but the witch is real!

Li Bai ignored this guy's inexplicable illusion, after all, he had a criminal record.

“Two ladies are so charming tonight!”

Taking advantage of the ding dong, the elevator doors were separated from each other. Even if he kept reminding himself, Hercules couldn't help but praise him. Europeans and Americans would always praise him so actively when they saw beautiful girls. If they were placed in China, their legs would be broken.

Such a peerless and witchy face cannot be resisted even by Western aesthetics. The "saint" is like a deer bumping into her heart.

The evil demon light flashed in the eyes of the demon girl Qingyao, looking at Li Bai, asking if she wanted to send a shot to the elevator man.

The innate magical power "Spiritual Eye Illusion" cannot bear it even if the demon king of the same level is unable to bear it. This time, he must change his sexual interests to an old sow.

"Cough, okay! Don't make trouble!"

Li Bai pretended to clear his throat and reminded him.

After all, this Hercules came to treat him to a meal, and it was difficult to do too much.

“???”

Hercules didn't know that he had escaped.

But he still noticed the dangerous aura for no reason, and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look around.

He suddenly remembered that the last time he saw these two women, he had lost a memory inexplicably. Could it be...

After realizing it, Hercules began to panic. Labor and capital were just strong, but it could not stop others from tampering with their memories!

Just as I was thinking about it, the elevator arrived at the floor where the restaurant was located.

Usually, a hotel restaurant is either on the second or third floor, and it probably doesn’t exceed the fourth floor.

The restaurant service staff had obviously recognized Hercules' old face, and immediately greeted her and greeted her warmly: "Mr. Hercules, are you here to have a meal? How many are there in total?"

Hercules said domineeringly: "Four, please give us a single room and help me call Chef Mark."

The Saints Club not only houses three adjacent floors in the hotel, but also brings a team of professional chefs that are enough to conquer the Michelin level.

"Okay, please come with me!"

The restaurant manager took over and led the way, pressed the headset at the same time, and called in a low voice.

"Please come to King's Hall."

The dining room "King's Hall" prepared for Hercules in the restaurant is actually a small hall of about 300 square meters. The space is too small, so you can't set up enough tables, and you can't put all the dishes.

The total amount of a meal of "Hercules" is equivalent to forty people, and the entire hall is almost enough for forty people to eat at the same time.

A large long tablecloth was covered with a snow-white tablecloth. As soon as Li Bai and others sat down, a middle-aged fat man wearing a snow-white and neat chef uniform came here with his chest and belly.

As the "Manchu and Han banquet" in Europe, French cuisine is naturally full of style. French chefs have a high social status and can be regarded as a high-income class. Just like this chef Mark, his annual income is about 500,000 euros.

"Hercules, your servant Mark René Lebrey is dedicated to serving you..."

When Chef Mark looked at Li Bai and others with a smile, his pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

Zut!

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Chapter completed!