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Look at brother Dan Heng, he has also gone into the data room and no one knows what he is doing. He doesn’t have any sense of urgency to save his friends from the dire situation.
To be honest, even the sea patrol rangers who claim to have little contact with each other in the gossip are not so emotionally weak.
Botio sighed silently, touched the door handle in his hand, and finally looked at Cheng Che. He opened his mouth and could only utter one sentence, "Then... I won't bother you, my little cutie."
Having said that, Poteo closed the door, leaned against the wall and fell into a silence of doubt about his life.
"Not used to it yet?"
A smiling voice came from the side, and the black swan walked gracefully and slowly to Botio's side. After tilting his head to look at him, his smile deepened, "Then just get used to it."
After saying this, Black Swan turned and left, intending to go to the carriage in front to chat with Huang Quan.
Portio touched the back of his head in confusion, his mouth twitching to reveal his sharp teeth.
My god, this cute bird has any infectious disease?!
How terrible!
……
"I didn't kill anyone."
At the Chaolu Mansion, the smile on the face of the man with a pair of wings behind his head completely disappeared. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his forehead tiredly. "As the leader of the Pinoconi family, I will not kill anyone in public even if Sulada has entered my mind. Besides..."
Sunday paused, his eyelids closed weakly, and he seemed to be in despair. "You know me well. I don't have the power to crush a company envoy who temporarily possesses the power of an emissary in public."
Just act, why do you have to add to the drama?
Did you know that adding scenes affects not only the director and the audience, but also the actors acting opposite you?
Aren't they tacit collaborators?
Why would you dig yourself up for no reason? ! !
Thinking of this, Sunday became even more tiring.
"And what about the missing Phoenix?"
"Now there is also pressure from the Immortal Boat Alliance outside, the company's fleet is already surrounded, and even the Tavern Fools are rushing in. The family's situation... is dangerous!"
"For the company, a envoy of the protection order is missing, and an envoy is killed. This is not a question of whether you took action or not. This is a question of whether you have already made a feud!"
“How can we quell these unrests?”
"Can the Harmony Ceremony still be held smoothly?"
Amidst all the noisy noises, Sunday sighed heavily and slowly stood up.
Alas, I still feel tired.
He ignored the chaotic discussion room noise behind him, turned around and walked into a small door at the side, but his eyebrows were raised.
He looked at the adult man sitting on the sofa, his eyes swept over the other's casual clothes and the scars on his skin, and finally fell on the lighter in his hand.
Sunday walked around to the window and poured himself a glass of wine.
The sunlight poured in through the window frames, casting a layer of golden light on the dim room.
Outside the window, birds spread their wings and flew high. Their feathers seemed to have received the blessing from the sun and were able to soar into the sky.
Sunday raised his glass and took a sip, then turned to look at the man sitting on the sofa, "Gallagher."
"Hmm?" Gallagher responded, looking up, "What's up?"
Hearing Gallagher's tone, Sunday became even more exhausted and could no longer bear it. "It's been three system hours. Can't you really kill me?!?"
Chapter 724 I...really?
The room was silent.
The sunlight shone on the young man, and the wings behind his ears cast a ferocious shadow.
Sunday stood in front of the window, looking at the person in front of him with tired eyes, "I won't expose your identity, and you will let me die. This deal is reasonable, right?"
Hearing this, the man sitting on the sofa raised his eyes.
He looked at Sunday with a calm gaze, then looked away and continued to play with the lighter in his hand, "Just expose it."
He spoke as if he was afraid.
Sunday was a little angry. He never expected that his new plan would fail at this step.
He thought that those two funny guys, Cheng Che and Hua Huo, would definitely screw him over, that the gold dust might be unexpected, and that the Starry Sky Train might not even be involved in the game from the very beginning to the very end, but he never thought that it would get stuck here at Gallagher.
He looked at the man in front of him tiredly, his tone almost pleading, "Killing me won't affect anything, right? It may even help your plan, right?"
At this point, Sunday sighed, "I no longer expect both sides to lose, I just want one to die!"
Let him go see his sister!
Gallagher still wanted to carry out his own little plan.
"I won't." Gallagher refused calmly, standing up from the sofa and pulling at the loose tie around his neck. "Why should I kill you?"
I wanted to kill him, but...
Just wait.
"You mysterious—"
I was so angry on Sunday that my cheeks were puffed up, and the wings behind my ears were shaking because of anger. I was so angry that my feathers fell off!
On the side, Gallagher was also slightly stunned when he saw this.
Isn't it just that you don't intend to kill anyone?
Why are you still so angry?
Is what you say so irritating?
How could a man who is the head of a family get so angry that he becomes a featherless bird?
Gallagher was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, he heard the door behind him open quietly.
A blue head popped in, with a look of deep confusion, "What did I just hear? God? The magical fun man?"
Gallagher pursed his lips, turned silently, and stared at the young man who appeared in front of him with tired and calm eyes.
On the side, Zhou Ri's eyelids twitched and his brows couldn't help but frown.
It's chaos, it's all chaos.
He now understood why Cheng Che disappeared. If Cheng Che had not disappeared, Pinocchio might have become a laughing stock in the entire universe, and by then there might have been a group of people holding their wine glasses and laughing and pointing fingers at him.
Gallagher looked at the person who came in silence, with his hands folded across his chest, turning the closed lighter between his fingers, with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.
The man had short blue hair, the ends of which were a little pale near his neck. He was dressed simply but his dazzling white skin was exposed around his waist. His hands were wrapped in gloves and he was waving a scimitar.
The light in the room was dim, and it seemed that the sunlight shining in from the window was attracted by the blade and turned into gentle water flowing along the edge.
"Hey, old friend." The young man smiled, his light green eyes curved into crescents, "Why are you here? Didn't we agree to go out and have fun together after we killed this bird? Did you know that our envoy is still waiting? I heard that Hanabi's unwelcome little sprouting potato has prepared a big fun of blowing up the Pinocchio for us!"
As he spoke, the man took a step forward, put his arm around Gallagher's shoulders without hesitation, patted Gallagher's chest, and muttered in a low voice, "How did you practice? I am not as good as Cheng Che now, but I am better than you?"
Gallagher: ...
Who!
Who is this!
Where is Mian Mian? !
Can you give this blue-haired guy a paw first?
The young man seemed unaware and raised his eyebrows at Sunday, "Long time no see, chicken wing boy."
Sunday:……
The people in Huanyue's family really have some serious illness.
"How did you get in?" Zhou Ri looked at the person in front of him calmly, and asked calmly, "Where is Cheng Che?"
"Hey, brother, what are you saying? How can I enjoy myself if I can't get in?" The man raised his chin, stroked his hair with his hand, and smiled a mean, frivolous, and angry smile. "If you mean those little kids guarding the gate with little white balls on their heads, they're probably hanging on the windows and crying loudly now. Do you want to comfort them?"
Sunday choked and was speechless, "You people in the bar, can't you give others some face?"
How presumptuous!
Uninvited!
This is a direct call to your door, right?
"Ah." The man sighed, leaning on Gallagher like a boneless person, his arm hanging on Gallagher's shoulder, looking at Sunday with a helpless look, "My friend, old Sambo is also helpless. Our own family doesn't have face, so we certainly can't give face to other families. You don't have it and I don't. This way, we can each have fun based on our own abilities, right?"
At this point, Sambo sighed heavily, "Look, I'm here to pick up our fun guy, right?"
As he spoke, Sambo raised his hand and patted Gallagher's shoulder, the helplessness on his face was very realistic.
Sunday was silent for a moment, looking at Gallagher, hesitant to speak, "Fun man?"
"Ah?" Gallagher's eyes were filled with doubt. He looked at the man next to him who seemed familiar but was actually unfamiliar, and then looked at Sunday. "Ah?"
Sunday was even more silent, but still a little confused, "Are you?"
Gallagher: ...
Gallagher unconsciously twirled the lighter in his hand, looking at Sunday with a somewhat dazed look, "I... am I?"
He, Gallagher, was just an ordinary old dog of thirteen.
He knows nothing, he only knows... never mind, he knows nothing anyway.
At the side, Sangbo tilted his head and said, "How come... their intelligence has dropped?"
Sangbo sighed heavily, feeling sorry in his heart that no matter what kind of fate people have these days, they cannot compare to the high IQ of Lezi people.
He walked to Sunday's side, raised his hand and patted the other's shoulder, and then there was a crackling sound, and a pair of hands patted Sunday from head to toe quickly like a clapper.
Sunday's face was filled with confusion, and he made a puzzled sound, "Huh?"
"What?" Sang Bo retorted, and finally took out a candy from Cheng Che from his pocket, tore it open and threw it into Zhou Ri's mouth, with a look of pity, "Be good, eat it quickly, you will die after you finish it."
Before Sunday could come to his senses, Sambo had already taken out an envelope from Sunday's pocket, tore it open, took out the black feather inside and stuffed it into Sunday's palm.
Sunday's eyes widened, and he tried to raise his hands but found that his body had begun to dissipate.