The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

"Yes, revenge."

Sean turned his head and looked at the small stage in the center of the restaurant. His eyes were a little blurred, as if his thoughts had crossed time and traveled back to the long past.

He seemed to see that moving figure again, standing there playing the music of the sounds of nature, his whole body was glowing, so fascinating.

Then the screen turned, and he seemed to see that beautiful figure, white and swollen with blisters, in his arms, unable to open his eyes forever.

And the great nobleman, whom he will never forget all his life, said to him in a sarcasm:

"Dog-like things want to overthrow me?"

Hatred and anger mixed in his heart, and then he pressed it into the depths of his heart, he shook his head somewhat self-deprecatingly,

"Specific things, I won't spoil the mood of Master Mu En by speaking out in this situation, I just want to let you know that maybe I do have the idea of ​​pleasing you, maybe I really want to use the power of Lord Duke The intention to achieve a purpose.

But tonight, I just want you to sit here and let her see..."

Sean put his hands on his knees, his body trembling constantly, as if every cell was trembling.

But there was light in his eyes, piercing the pain of life.

"Ten years, a whole ten years... I am finally qualified to take this first step!"

"..."

The music in the restaurant suddenly changed, becoming rapid and sharp, like a gust of wind.

Mu En looked at the man quietly.

Although he said that this is only the first step of ten years of hard work, everyone knows that this is by no means the last step.

And until his own blood is drained, he probably won't stop.

At this moment, Mu En finally understood.

His majesty's sudden promotion of the baron to the consul of the lower city means deep meaning.

Not just because he has enough ability, and not just because he is a royal faction united by the name of Campbell, but also because of the unquenchable hatred in his heart.

That hatred is like a knife, if it is used well, it will eventually ruthlessly penetrate deep into those people's self-righteous hearts.

[WEB] 31. "Beauty"

an avenger...

Although the consul in the lower city area is not considered a top position in Bellerand as a whole, it's like the mayor of the provincial capital is always overwhelmed by a bunch of people.

But after all, this is a position of real power, and...

Now that the underground gangsters in the lower city have been integrated by himself, there is another consul who hates those people to the bone...

I'm afraid those guys who have extended their tentacles to the lower city to make money will have a hard time in the future.

"Since you've covered this point, it would be impolite for me to refuse."

Mu En sighed softly, and sat back on the chair again.

After thinking about it, before Sean could say anything, he suddenly waved, called the waiter, and said something.

After a while, tableware was placed on the place where the rose was, red wine was poured, bright and warm candles were lit, and the soft and comfortable chair was respectfully pulled away by the waiter, as if waiting for someone The arrival of the lady.

The appetizers are already on the table, three servings.

"This... this is." Sean said slightly.

"Don't get me wrong, I just invited an invisible beautiful lady to dinner, and it has nothing to do with you rough guy."

Mu En raised her wine glass, touched it lightly to the empty room,

"So, don't feel that you owe me anything extra. If you want to repay the gift... If you have the ability to resurrect her, come and pay me back in person."

"..."

Mu En's words were a bit rascal, how can a dead person be resurrected?

But Sean's eyes suddenly turned red. He glanced at the unoccupied seat next to him under the flickering candlelight, as if there was a slender figure swaying, and a trace of fascination flashed in his eyes.

He squeezed his dry lips hard, as if he had made up his mind, turned his head and said seriously to Mu En:

"Master Mu En, if you need to use it in the future, please be sure..."

"Eh."

Mu En suddenly raised her hand to interrupt him:

"It's not good to think about forming a party for personal gain just now, isn't it?"

He pretended to be joking and smiled:

"Isn't your top priority now to be a good consul? I think His Majesty must have hated the incompetence of the previous consuls. If you can't make achievements, everything you say is false."

"As it is."

Sean straightened his back, "The moment I received the order, I swore in front of my wife's tombstone that such a tragedy would never happen again, so becoming an excellent consul is only my first step." It's just a goal!"

"That's good."

Looking at Xiao En with firm eyes, Mu En couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Even though there is hatred like a sharp blade in his heart, he is still not blinded by hatred.

Such a person, no wonder his father would also praise his excellence.

"But since you have said that, there is one thing that I have to confirm with you again." Mu En suddenly put on a straight face and changed her voice.

"what?"

Seeing the serious Mu En, Xiao En also subconsciously tightened his heartstrings. It is rare for Master Mu En to make a request, so I must be ready to show up...

"That beautiful violinist you mentioned..."

Mu En crossed her hands on her chin, and in her blue eyes, a jewel-like light suddenly flashed:

"Is she honest?"

"..."

Sean was taken aback.

Then, looking at Mu En's serious face, which didn't seem to be joking at all, the heavy look in Xiao En's eyes collapsed involuntarily.

He showed the relaxed smile he never showed after talking about his wife, and sighed:

"Master Mu En, you are completely different from the rumors, but one or two points close to the rumors... a wonderful person."

Seeing that the atmosphere on the table finally returned to the peace and relaxation that a normal dinner should have, Mu En also smiled indifferently and said:

"Stop talking so much nonsense, I just want to ask you if you are a beautiful girl, and you can be called a performer... Would you say she is a beauty, but the one who will come out later will be an aunt."

"The beauty is just a publicity of the restaurant, and I have never seen it with my own eyes, but..."

Sean turned his head, the small stage was reflected in his eyes, and a nostalgic expression appeared again:

"My wife and I first met in this restaurant, when she was a student at the Conservatory of Music and played music here in order to earn living expenses.

At that time, I just listened to her first song, and I was deeply fascinated by her, so I think this restaurant may not be as luxurious as those old-fashioned places in the upper city, but at least in terms of vision , don't worry. "

"is it?"

Mu En raised her eyebrows and looked towards the middle of the restaurant.

"Then I'm looking forward to it."

……

ten minutes later.

When Mu En swept away the big meal that even he would admire in an elegant and fierce way, and finally filled his stomach to seventy percent full, the beautiful violinist also turned on the stage lights. In the middle, the paragraphs are on the stage.

The whole restaurant fell silent, Mu En also stopped what she was doing, and turned her head expectantly.

Then, his expression froze.

After being stunned for a moment, Mu En slowly turned her head, looked at Xiao En who also had the same dull expression, and asked sadly:

"It's a beauty, but what about the face?"

That's right, the violinist was wearing a black evening dress, with an excellent figure, prominent front and back.

Well, the thighs are slender, the waist is slender, the skin is fair, and the breasts are even more amazing.

But the problem is...

The most important face of the beauty was blurred.

Really a blur.

It seemed to be covered with a misty mist, not to mention how it looked, even the nose, eyes and mouth could not be seen clearly.

"This... I don't know about this either."

Sean wiped his sweat:

"Perhaps her performance is outstanding enough, so her appearance doesn't matter at all."

Mu En couldn't help but twitched the corner of her mouth.

The live performance of music is not only exclusive to hearing to a large extent, the performer's demeanor and movements will also bring different senses to the viewers.

You say that you are like those fairies and goddesses in novels, wearing a veil or half a mask or something, and people can't help but think about it, but what does it mean that you use magic to paste a mosaic on your face?

It's like the husband bought a new sexy lingerie and was expecting to spend a wonderful night with his wife, but the wife said to him shyly:

Darling, I'm a little shy like this, or...you can put sexy underwear on my face.

I can't bring up any interest at all. Hey!

……

The restaurant, which was originally quiet, also started to become a little noisy, with occasional scolding mixed in.

It seems that other guests are also very dissatisfied with the restaurant's behavior of launching a mosaic.

But the strange thing is that the dissatisfaction has been brewing to this point, the restaurant has only been sending waiters to appease, but there is no change at all, or any act of forcing the "beautiful" performer to show his face.

Really so confident?

Watching the "beauty" lift up the violin, and the performance was about to be staged, Mu En still became a little interested.

Moreover, Mu En rubbed her chin, her gaze swept across the perfect arc outlined by that evening dress.

It's so hot, bigger than senior sister...

The big one is so shocking...

I always feel like I've seen it somewhere.

[WEB] 32. Holy Joy

Through the bright lights on the stage, the "beautiful" violinist seemed to be bathed in a layer of charming luster.

Aside from the mosaic-like mist on her face, the black evening dress on her body showed off her perfect curves to the fullest, but even the thin black couldn't cover up the mountains on her chest. .

When she slowly lifted the violin, it seemed that it was not held between the collarbone and the jaw, but placed directly on the upright height.

I feel that I can really put milk tea on my chest, at least two cups!

However, this majestic feeling is somewhat familiar...

Mu En rubbed her chin, subconsciously began to think.

But soon he put the thought out of his mind.

Knowing people with a chest, no matter how you say it, it's a bit outrageous. He is not a little buttery hero, he has some kind of innate ability.

And, the performance is about to start.

The "beauty" performer seemed a little nervous, and it could be seen that she took several deep breaths, making the scene on her chest even more spectacular.

But when she put the bow on the strings, everything stopped.