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The author has something to say: I have been thinking about Lanxiu’s name for a long time, O(∩_∩)O hahaha~~~~~ In my heart, "I" is gong, but babies like to treat themselves as subjects Look at it~~ This article will not write about attacking and accepting, let you YY~~~ Hehe (*^▽^*)~~~~

"open."

She frowned and let go obediently.

Make a gesture of please, asking her to follow everyone downstairs, full of gentlemanly meaning, but I am not a gentleman, I just follow my upbringing and perform my tasks.

"My name is Lanxiu Ansair, you can call me Lanxiu...Honey, we will meet again." This flirt with a magnetic and slightly neutral voice flirted with me Come.

I call you Lanxiu or Piqiu, how can I, being an upright person, disregard the life and death of my comrades-in-arms and indulge in beauty on this occasion.

So I slammed the door of the stairwell without saying anything.

I found my teammates and fought passionately again, which made my blood boil. I like this feeling, not killing for profit, but for justice. This feeling drags me like a life-saving straw, preventing me from sinking into The seabed of memory, suffocated to death.

Every time I look back in the dream, the old man falls into the dream, knowing that it is not like a dream, and when he wakes up in tears.

After closing the team, I went to the hospital to visit my injured teammates. I returned home, took a quick shower, and fell asleep.The news on TV was all reporting the sudden terrorist attack on the Lens Building that day, and I was lying on the sofa sleeping soundly. When I fell asleep, the mobile phone on the table rang.

I really didn't want to answer the phone, but then the door was knocked again, and I rolled over and over under the sofa, covering my ears with the quilt to protect my fragile nerves, but the person who came insisted on bombing my bunker, okay, I surrender.

Opening the door, a mean smiling face appeared outside the door, and I couldn't help but patted it for a moment.

But I don't have to worry about being accused of violent law enforcement and police beating, because this guy is one of my few friends, and his name is Zhang Jianren, isn't he cheap?His family is from a family of martial arts. His father originally thought that he would carry a sword in his name and use it in the future. As a result, this guy ran on the road of "his life is cheap, and he will be cheap in the future". I often talk to him Dad sat together and regretted, watching the running in the sunset, mourning his father's lost youth, and not being able to open his eyes earlier to have another one.

"Gaige, let's go, my buddy treats you to a drink and celebrates your victory!"

I rolled my eyes and wanted to close the door, but he quickly stepped in to resist. "Don't, you've been sleeping for a day and a night, go back to sleep... What to do, walk around, I'll treat you to a massage, and then I'll take you to a good place, let's have a drink."

When it comes to eating, my empty stomach immediately protested on the side of the bitch, driving away my beloved sleep god.I reluctantly picked up my coat and was taken by him to a snack bar run by a Huaguo person that we often go to. I wolfed down and resolved the internal conflicts. Now I have the energy to fight a certain bitch wholeheartedly.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at the expression of someone rubbing their hands hesitantly.

"Go and drink, I'll go back to sleep."

"Hey wait, brother, Gezi, brother Wu, big brother! Brother!! You must help me this time and go with me! Otherwise, brother, I won't live..."

I looked at him in a blink of an eye, and he quickly retracted what he said later.

The ghost knows who he bet with this time, and what strange bet he made.Don't look at him as a cheap person, but he is so cheap that he is very loyal and does what he says, otherwise I wouldn't have been with him for decades, but you must know that if you talk too much, you will lose, he is a bad person The bad thing is that it's cheap, if it's cheap, it will talk a lot, and if it talks too much, it will often drag me to carry the pot together.

No, here comes the opportunity to take the blame.

I am kind-hearted and upright. I was tortured to no avail by him, and made a decision that I wanted to slap him in the face for the rest of my life.

I looked at the "Magic Artistic Conception" bar in front of me, which was translated as such, and I regretted it very much, but the guy opened the door very smartly first, and several people by the door looked over, and I looked at the few roads inside the door With sizing eyes, the bitch saw that I hadn't come in, took my hand, and whispered in my ear: "Brother, hold on, you're gay, stay for a while and leave, just for a while."

This well-known gay bar is very high-end in the whole country. I have been here before on a mission, so there is nothing uncomfortable. With such an adjustment of mentality, I walked into the magical bar very naturally. door.