Chapter 571

"How many bottles do I have in the wine cabinet below? A nice bottle of red wine." Mu Ke asked with a timely smile.

The red wine was brought up, and the cups were being exchanged. People who can’t drink well? A group of people got drunk quickly, and Fang ordered the one who yelled the loudest? Because he drank too fast, he was the first to drink What's next? Before she passed out drunk, she was still pointing to Georgia and Armand over there with a deep expression on her face: "...I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..."

"You two foreigners, you drink a lot, but you have a bad heart, hiccup, you actually got me drunk!"

Fang told me to drink a lot of alcohol, but because he held too much alcohol, he was not drunk. The bad-hearted foreigner, Georgia, honestly admitted his mistake: "...I'm sorry."

Armand is actually a little drunk, but he holds a good amount of alcohol and can barely maintain his demeanor. Now he is looking at Mu Sicheng, who is rolling all over the floor and going crazy after being drunk, with a speechless face.

It was really naive for him to be angry with this kind of person before.

Drunk? Mu Sicheng raised his hand and yelled arrogantly: "Prince? You are my defeat!!"

Armand quickly roared back angrily: "Who is your defeated opponent, you? A drunk monkey!"

"Armand is drunk." Georgia pressed Armand down apologetically, "I'll take him away later."

Didn't drink much? Lu Yizhan smiled helplessly: "It's okay."

"Before I leave, I'll bring you a gift." Georgia put the two bags that had been kept by the shoe cabinet on the table? His movements and tone were very light, as if he didn't feel that he had taken them out? Stuff? There's something, "A little thought, I hope you guys like it."

Georgia took out the bag? What was in it?

Bai Liu's eyes were glued to him in an instant, Lu Yizhan almost spit out a mouthful of soup, and even Mu Ke froze for a moment.

Drunk? Fang Dian took a closer look, touched it, and said in a daze: "This? What is it, golden? Statue..."

There are two golden statues on the table, one is Bailiu's and the other is Lu Yizhan's, one arm is as high as it is, full of golden light, Bailiu's is his single person, and Lu Yizhan's is a double Yes, he was wearing a black suit, and next to him was a bride with a blurred face.

"This is Bai Liu's meeting gift for friends." Georgia introduced in a calm tone, "This is Mr. Lu's meeting gift, because I didn't know Miss Fang Dian's appearance before, so I haven't had time to sculpt the face. I will make the craftsman Stay here to imitate Miss Fang Dian's appearance and sculpt it."

"No need!" Lu Yizhan waved his hands in horror, "This? The gift is too expensive, we can't accept it!"

Bai Liu narrowed his eyes, pointed at Lu Yizhan's sculpture and asked sharply, "Why is his sculpture for two people, twice as heavy as mine?"

"Don't question other people's gifts for granted!" Lu Yizhan slapped Bai Liu's head angrily, "Give it to me? Good? Refuse other people's precious gifts!"

"Please don't refuse." Georgia said sincerely, "You and Bai Liu are both people who have helped the ancient Luolun country. If you can't even give a thank-you gift according to the standard of an ordinary ancient Luolun family, then it will be a big deal for us. ? Also a humiliation."

Lu Yizhan collapsed and covered his face: "!!!"

Is your ordinary family's thank you gift already at this level?

This? It's outrageous! !

"Then? Accept it." Bai Liu said while reaching out to take the sculpture calmly, "There is no reason to refuse a gift from a friend."

It's really quick for you to admit to being a friend at a time like this!

Lu Yizhan couldn't help but stop Bai Liu from stretching out his hand: "Really? I can't..."

Georgia stared at the landing station: "Are you serious? Do you want to humiliate us by refusing?"

Lu Yizhan: "..."

Seriously, Georgia?

Finally got it.

"So why is Lu Yizhan's gold sculpture of two people?" Bai Liu asked sincerely, "My contribution to Gu Luolun should be greater than his? Logically speaking, the gold I got is his? Two Doubling is right."

"Because the one for Mr. Lu is a wedding gift." Georgia explained, "so it's for two people."

Bai Liu stared at the double-sized golden sculpture on the table, touched her chin, and glanced at Spades who had been silently eating by the side, lost in thought.

"So getting married? Can you get a double weight? Gold sculpture?"

Spades: "?"

Lu Yizhan looked at Bai Liu's familiar? Calculating eyes, with an ominous premonition: "What are you going to do, Bai Liu..."

Bai Liu muttered to herself: "In that case—"

He turned his head to look at Georgia, and said seriously: "I'm getting married too, Georgia, please give me double the gold sculpture, my boyfriend is 1.9 meters, if it is done in equal proportions, it should cost more gold of?……"

Lu Yizhan collapsed: "Don't get married frivolously just because of this kind of thing!"

After sending the gold, Georgia took Armand and left.

"So you can still have this kind of bonus when you get married." Bai Liu thoughtfully, "Even the gold is doubled? No wonder everyone wants to get married..."

Lu Yizhan fell face down on the sofa? He was so exhausted that he seemed to have wrestled with a hundred elephants: "... Except you, no one will get married just to enjoy this kind of bonus."

His? Vacation again? No more...

With tears in her eyes, Lu Yizhan thought, oh, I want to get married!

the next day.

Mu Sicheng, who was hungover, woke up from the sofa with a splitting headache. He found a small gold sculpture the size of his own hand next to him. ?.

"???" Mu Sicheng stood up angrily holding up the small sculpture, "Which idiot carved out the appearance of me being beaten?"

Just woke up, holding a cup? Ready to pour hot water? Bai Liu glanced away and said casually: "Oh, this one, Armand asked me to hand it over to you last night."

"It means to engrave the way you lost to him, so that you can remember how you lost so badly."

"Who lost miserably! The loser? It's obviously his own good? No good?!" Mu Sicheng was so angry that he wanted to throw this sculpture into the trash can on the spot, "Who asked him to give it? Dog things?——"

"—is it a pure gold sculpture? Oh." Holding the hot water cup, Bai Liu added the second half of the sentence unhurriedly, "You can give it to me if you don't want it."

What Mu Sicheng wanted to throw? His movements froze, he let it go slowly, hesitated for a long time, took a bite of his upper mouth, and then said in a daze, "Damn, the soft one, it's really pure gold! "

"Yes?" Bai Liu replied slowly, "After all, he is a prince?"

——Brought for a friend? The meeting gift will not be too shabby.

"Pack up? Enter the game." Bai Liu raised his eyes and spoke calmly, "The results of the draw for the next playoffs will be announced today, and we are going to prepare for the next game."

In the game, the meeting room of the Wandering Circus Guild.

Wang Shun rushed into the meeting room. He took a deep breath, put his hands on the table and said, "The result? It came out."

Everyone's eyes looked over.

"The deer hunter." Wang Shun's face was tense, visible to the naked eye. "Our opponent in the next round is the deer hunter."

The Headquarters of the Heresy Processing Bureau, the lowest level of the underground.

Those detained here are all very dangerous, and no reasonable containment method has been found yet. As heretics who are over-detained here, only people with captain-level positions can take the elevator and come here.

And after the riot/chaos caused by Bailiu, the security here has been further strengthened. To come here, in addition to requesting the position of captain, you have to fill out a series of application forms, and even Bring the ? Surveillance Ring.

Unknown Cen put on the surveillance ring on his wrist, swiped the elevator with the captain's ID card, and pressed the elevator button on the bottom floor.

All the way down the elevator, he was wearing the uniform jacket of the Heresy Administration, with a blindfold on his left eye, one arm around his chest, and he was silent. There were bloodstains on the hem of his clothes and the top of his boots that hadn't been cleaned in time, monitor A team member's voice came from the ring: "Captain Cen, you can only stay for fifteen minutes."

"Yeah." Cen Buming responded lightly, "I know."

The elevator finally landed on the last floor and opened slowly. There was darkness in front of us. Some heretics are not suitable to be imprisoned in the light, so this place has always been in darkness. Only on the two sides of the middle road, there will be faint lighting, the air is filled with a fishy smell of seawater——

——The same disgusting aura as Bai Liu's body.

Unknown Cen walked in, his boot soles hit the metal ground, making smooth and orderly footsteps, and there was something unspeakable in the darkness on both sides that was surging, but when they approached Cen Unknown? At that moment, as if smelling the danger from a more dangerous kind, they flinched back again.

The smell of sea water in the air disappeared quietly.

Cen Buming didn't seem to notice this? Everything was the same. He calmly walked through the darkness, listening to the sound of footsteps? The supervisors lamented, if? Didn't know that the prisoners here are very dangerous and have not been found. A heretic in the appropriate containment and processing method, he would think that their Cen team is not at the bottom, but on the practice field? Walking.

Of course, a tyrant/monarch instructor like Team Cen would generally not do such a time-wasting thing.

However, Team Cen generally doesn't go to the last floor. Although he has authority, he hates this place extremely. He evaluates the bottom floor of the General Bureau of Heresy Management as [a place that shouldn't exist].

"This kind of heresy that cannot be contained and is extremely dangerous should be executed in time." Cen Buming commented indifferently on this last layer of heresy, "Otherwise, one day, these monsters will cause even more damage. Big? Hazard."

At this time, Captain Su Chao would not agree with it, and argued vigorously: "This is not in line with the idea of ​​the Heresy Management Bureau!"

"The meaning of our existence is to accommodate and deal with heretics, not to execute heretics indiscriminately!"

"You mean? This? This comes from the? [Prophet]'s naive idea that has been dead for ten years?" Cen Buming sneered, "Others are dead, this set of ideas should change."

"This kind of naive idiot who even tried to save heretics will not end well."

"You!" Su Chao, who is so good-tempered, will be annoyed by Cen's incomprehension, he took a deep breath, "Cen, I know that the second team mainly goes out to work, and often has a lot of encounters with heretics. In a frontal battle, more or less casualties, it is normal for you to have resentment against heresy."

"I also know that you really hate the [Prophet] who established this set of mechanisms."

——Yes? Team Cen hates everything about [Prophet] so much that whenever a team member mentions it, even if it's just a small talk, he will coldly interrupt the other party: "Don't discuss it in front of me? A dead person."

This is also one of the reasons why few people know the existence of [Prophet] in the current game.