Alice's Dream Club

Lin Qi's statement II will be serious, anyway, he has clearly expressed his interest in the "god" that Muxiu Society believes in before. Judging from the current situation, what the physiotherapist said to Mu Xinyi, Lin Qi Odd has been used in reverse on Death Song and its substitutes.

Mu Xiushe is interested in dead songs, and the club is also interested in dead songs.

Then the purpose is the same, whoever investigates in depth is not always an investigation.

Lynch has always had his own arrangements in handling affairs, and the Second Emperor, who had known this for a long time, was not interested in asking more questions, and she was also not interested in reinterpreting the idiom "too much talk is bound to be lost"-she had a lot of reasons before. Asked more and was arranged by Lynch together, and was sold several times and counted the money for him.

After stretching his body for a while, the Second King left the living room humming a little tune.

Alice, who came back from making tea, seemed to have returned to her 1.6-meter shape. She knew that Lynch would ask questions on this topic, so she explained first: "Inflatable."

Lynch: "..."

To be honest, Lynch felt that sooner or later Alice would use the setting that she had tens of thousands of spare bodies as an excuse, and this excuse could be the most swearing.

God knows what is stuffed in those bottles and jars in the basement. She pointed to a jar and said that it contained her spare lung lobes.

"Is the master thinking about how to make better use of the Muxiu Society?"

"Well," Lynch took the teacup, "The Muxiu Club's attitude towards the 'Song of the Dead' is just speculation, and it's not entirely certain that they have a hostile attitude of 'you are not a god, our god is a god', So for the follow-up arrangement, I need to see the trader tomorrow to proceed.”

"Besides, the acting arrangement of our eldest lady is actually quite troublesome." Putting down his teacup, Lynch sighed, "As far as I know, the trader's request is to elope with the saint, and the person who was supposed to meet him is that A physiotherapist, and with the deal, her line could easily become a dead end, so I was thinking..."

"You are the owner of the club, and the rules are based on you."

"Tsk, I know that my lovely Alice is a reasonable and good girl," Lynch said seriously, glancing at Alice's chest, "It's only one percent away from being an absolutely perfect girl."

"Not serious."

Rolling her eyes at Lynch, Alice began to drink dichlorvos in Lynch's teacup.

"Although I said that, as your assistant, I still have to remind you according to the rules: don't get involved too much, otherwise..."

"I know, I know, otherwise it will affect the previous transactions and the reputation of the club."

"No," Alice's rare attitude this time is not like this, and she is far more serious than before when denying, and even faintly makes Lynch feel the emotion called prudence, "If you get involved too much, you will bring Some subjective emotions will have a serious impact on future transactions and even the owner's own judgment."

What Alice said made Lynch startled for a moment.

But after thinking about what she said, Lynch immediately understood what she meant.

After all, in the final analysis, it is only the two parties to the transaction, they are strangers, and the subtle influence of subjective and emotional influences will influence one's future judgment, and it will be oneself who will suffer at that time.

After drinking the black tea mixed with dichlorvos, Lynch got up and squeezed Alice's face.

"You've broken your heart for me, why is this dichlorvos a bit sweet?"

Throwing away Lynch's hand, Alice snorted: "Because it's honey, but there are no extra bottles, so I used the bottle of dichlorvos."

Lynch: "..."

Then there was the boring time waiting for the other party to come to the door. In order to pass the waiting time, Lynch chose to sleep.

And while Lynch was waiting for the physical therapist to find him, the physical therapist also encountered trouble as expected.

Staring at the fully armed man in front of him, the physical therapist's eyes flickered fiercely.

"Riers, you still have the face to appear in front of me."

Riles ignored the physiotherapist's speech. He knew very well that this person was very good at using words to stimulate others, seized all the gaps and launched a violent attack under the emotional instability of others.

Riles just stared at the physical therapist with a gloomy expression, like a fierce beast staring at its prey.

"Speak face to me? Compared with you and that bitch, I'm far more of a gentleman."

Obviously, using such a vulgar name to refer to the saint made the physical therapist have a strong mood swing. When the physical therapist appeared, he felt that something was wrong. Looking at it now, it is true that there is a problem between the two!

Originally, Riles wanted to take revenge on the physical therapist with the help of the power he stole from the shepherd. If it wasn't for him, then even if the environmental protection was wiped out, he would still be able to live happily as the behind-the-scenes of the Muxiu Society. He ruined his own good deeds, and he ruined his own future, so he must take revenge on this person thoroughly.

But now that Riles can almost confirm that the couple had an adulterous affair, his idea of ​​revenge has also changed accordingly.

I really don't have conclusive evidence, but people's words are formidable, and if lies are spread too much, they will become unexplainable facts. Retaliating against the physical therapist alone can only vent a bad breath, and spread the fact that "the saint of the Muxiu Society turned out to be a flirtatious bitch who cheated on the subordinate high-level councilors", whether it is to the couple or to the Muxiu Society , will cause an absolutely devastating blow!

Having an idea is equivalent to having a resolution, Riles sneered, not intending to continue wasting time with that person here.

That weird smile made the physical therapist instantly understand what he was laughing at——his mood swings just now were seen!

"I originally wanted to spare your life. It seems that you really want me to announce all the things you did before in the inner world."

"Okay, let's see who dies first." With a sneer again, Riles made an offensive gesture.

The physical therapist knew that this was an illusion that he was preparing to escape, because indeed as long as the matter was announced, he would definitely die first, and the saint would also be involved.

That being the case, Riles must not be let go today.

"You asked for it."

As the words fell, a figure suddenly appeared not far behind Riles. He had the same figure and appearance as the physical therapist. He was dressed in a white priest's robe and held an assault rifle.

After the combat priest appeared, another man with the same appearance suddenly appeared. He was wearing a strong suit, and ghostly blades circled around him in the night.

Immediately afterwards, more physical therapists appeared one by one, surrounding Riles in the middle. Each of them looked like an independent individual, but each of them had a very unified idea - to kill Riles.

Seeing so many physical therapists, Rils instinctively thought that these were illusions created by him.

But a crisp gunshot pierced his abdomen with the bullet, completely awakening Riels from his fantasy.

He stared blankly at the original physical therapist, and when he spoke, there was nothing but disbelief in his tone.

"Ji...qun...didn't expect that there are still remnants alive!"

"Huh?" The physical therapist frowned when Riles called him. "The remnants? That's an interesting way of saying it."

Although it was "chatting", the physical therapist didn't miss any chance for Rilles to breathe.

The fiery snake was dazzling, and the ice blade and magic driven by extraordinary power poured on Riles in an instant.

The small-scale explosion raised a large cloud of dust, and the billowing smoke was sent into the night sky by mushroom-shaped smoke clouds.

The physical therapist knew that Riles, who was also a transcendent, would not die so easily, so he launched the second round of attack without hesitation.

A more violent explosion rose on the spot, the scorching ground was corroded by ice water, and the physical therapist could see a faint outline in the diffuse gunpowder smoke. It was also at this time that rampant laughter came from that shadow.

"Hahahahaha!"

The excitement in the madness made the physical therapist instantly alert, and just when the third round of attack was about to be carried out, the blinding gunpowder smoke suddenly dissipated.

The physical therapist clearly saw that there was a barrier of energy around Riles, which was provided by the flag in his hand. Apart from the initial gunshot wound, Riles himself had never suffered any injuries. A trace of damage.

No, even the gunshot wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and what healed him was a green jade coiled around him.

"My dear Mr. Congressman, you really shouldn't have arranged for me to go to the shepherd's house to make a 'time bomb', oh no, I want to thank you for sending me there, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get it These good things can kill you in turn!"

After all, a thing similar to a magic circle suddenly appeared under the feet of every physical therapist. The difference from the magic circle was that the thing that appeared was not the main structure of the ring, but a talisman.

The moment the talisman was lit up, the appalling high temperature began to burn all the physical therapists.

Those who moved faster broke away from the formation restrictions of those immortals with serious injuries, and those who moved slower disappeared.

Except for the person who talked to Liers, the rest of the physical therapists were seriously injured because of the formation restriction. Their figures gradually faded, and finally returned to the "body" of the physical therapist as a phantom.

"Tut tsk tsk," Lils smiled mockingly as he looked at the physiotherapist who was a little unstable, "So the groups with group consciousness have fallen to this point, it's not that you draw your sword against the gods you believe in. It's time for the arrogance of facing each other? Mr. Congressman, didn't you expect that you would have today?"

Riles walked slowly towards the physical therapist, and just when he was about to continue speaking, a cold voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

"You probably didn't expect that you would have today."