Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 567 Making Friends

I feel that the rain is not right.

It's just two minutes of drenching, why is it like two days of drenching?

In the rain, Huai Shi couldn't help sneezing. The person behind started to push him violently, and Huai Shi staggered forward weakly, only feeling cold hands and feet.

Can this world be better? How can I ever be satisfied with the Ivy League?

Tears are flowing down in disappointment.

It just feels like **** is empty, the devil is in front of ...

By the time he got on the aircraft, he was soaked.

He shook off the drops of water on his hair, raised his shackled hands, rubbed his nose hard, and looked around at the unsightly nightmare eyes.

He grinned and said hello.

"Hello everyone."

He looked at a character who seemed to be the captain and asked, "Sorry, is there smoke?"

The smoking captain raised his head and looked at him indifferently, looking cold and silent.

When the door of the cockpit closed slowly, and the people outside could no longer see the scene inside, he suddenly stepped forward, and the people on both sides reached out and held Huai Shi.

Just when he wanted to struggle, he saw the burly captain raise his hand and punched him in the stomach.

The great power made Huai Shi unable to bend down.

Retching.

Almost, he spit out the key he had just swallowed.

Then again, he was pulled by his hair and forcibly pulled.

"Don't think you are a **** inspector who can please me here."

The captain pulled out his dagger, aimed at Huai Shi's face, and told him word by word: "I don't care!"

Unlike the ever-growing Ivy League, this group of mercenaries fooling around in **** will not be afraid of the authority of the astronomical society-after leaving the current situation and the border, even the power of the ruling bureau cannot radiate to every place.

Most of the tombs of the homeless are such lawless characters, which may be the one who killed the astronomical society and fled to hell.

The name of the Ombudsman is worthless to them.

Moreover, the painful war damage brought to them by Huai Shi has not passed an hour. How could they serve this class as prisoners?

"It's better to be honest with me on the road, don't move anything."

With that said, the captain's dagger slipped slowly across Huai Shi's face and cut a crack coldly.

Blood color emerged from it.

The six-fold shackles contained all the abilities of Huai Shi beyond ordinary people, and forced him back into the scope of ordinary people. There was no poison to protect himself.

This time, it was the bright red blood of ordinary people.

Slowly shed.

"Let me hear a nonsense from your mouth again."

The captain shrugged off the blood on the blade blankly, bent down, stared at his eyes, and said coldly, "I'll pick you a finger."

In the silent gaze.

The corner of Huai Shi's mouth suddenly raised a trace of arc.

Bloody face smile.

It was as easy as peeking into the weakness under that tough face, so mocking.

"But you must not dare to kill me, right?"

"Old Nine."

The captain looked at him directly and suddenly ordered.

Immediately, a guard next to him stood up, forcibly raised his wrist, and broke his finger.

From beginning to end, Huai Shi did not resist much.

Just before the blade fell, he suddenly said: "Hell Music Association."

The action was stagnant.

The captain ’s eyes slowly lifted, and the expression became colder: "What are you talking about?"

"Say something annoying."

Huaishi smiled and shrugged, "I know someone will be unhappy if I say that, but I still want to remind you by saying a few words--"

He said, "If you don't care about the identity of the Ombudsman, what about the Disaster Master?"

Huai Shi looked at his eyes carefully and asked softly, "You cut off a finger of a disaster musician? What will the Hell Music Association think? There is agreement between you? Who will provide you with soul trauma? What about the treatment?

Well, by the way, I am still an abyss chef, the official certification of the chef demon contest organizing committee, maybe you would like to see my certificate? What if I can't buy food and poison?

And, I am also the legendary investigator of the largest intelligence relay station in all borders, the dark web-you know what I am doing, right? "

silence.

Silence and death came suddenly.

On the captain's face, a **** blood vessel could be seen beating beneath his forehead.

And Huai Shi smiled still.

On his face, the greasy knife edge had begun to close slowly. Apart from the illusion-like blood, no traces remain.

"Now, you can chop off my ten fingers, or let me ask the question again."

Huai Shi smiled and asked:

"--Sorry, is there smoke?"

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By the time Raymond returned to their base, it was already late at night.

Behind the gate, Raymond saw the gray skirt girl waiting there before he got out of the car.

The old driver had a headache ...

How to explain to her?

He wanted to pretend to see nothing, and slipped away quietly.

But after waiting for a while, he didn't wait for Huai Shi, the appearance of Yuanyuan changed slightly, and he came towards him.

"Uh……"

Raymond froze in place, feeling that his few brain cells were starting to overload and go down.

Sorry, your teacher was sold by a grand master who had no conscience at all, and was thrown to the opposite side as a prisoner, but don't worry, the opposite side will definitely be more troublesome than us ...

He couldn't say anything like that.

In the uneasy gaze of the girl, his expression became more and more complicated, subconsciously evading the eyes of Yuan Yuan. Until Yuanyuan felt wrong, he took a step forward and asked again: "Mr. Raymond, where is the teacher?"

"..."

After a brief silence, Raymond lowered his head and answered, "Your teacher ... he ... he went a long way ..."

Silence came suddenly.

He felt as if he had said the wrong thing?

Raymond tried to repair the sheep and hurriedly turned to take the things that had not been taken by Huai Shi from the first officer and handed it to Yuanyuan: "This is Huai Shi's stay."

The original fate stayed in place.

Taking it dullly, she looked down at the helmet in her hand and turned it over, and she saw the pink pig-shaped graffiti in the corner.

incredible.

She still remembers this graffiti.

That was drawn by the teacher during the rest period, using her marker. The teacher at the time also joked that she would paint one for her and Xiao nineteen after a few days.

But Yuanyuan now found that she didn't seem to wait for the man to return ...

So abrupt.

In the silence, she squatted on the ground little by little, holding the helmet vigorously, and she couldn't help tears anymore and burst into tears.

Beside, Raymond was at a loss.

Wait, did she misunderstand?

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Just three days after Huai Shi was 'dead'.

In the Ivy League station, at the entrance of the sixth floor underground, Liz passed the security check, raised her wrist, and displayed the QR code projected by the sacred mark above.

"Permission level A, login name Liz."

The blond girl said, "I'm going to enter the dungeon to try A01."

Behind the desk, the recorder passed the permission, and the door slowly opened.

Lifting his eyes to look at the expressionless Liz, his expression was a little surprised.

"Is the high priest going down?" He sighed: "It seems that these two days are really busy ... I will go down and see after the shift is changed."

"Ok?"

Liz noticed something was wrong and frowned, but instead of asking anything, she turned and walked into the elevator.

down.

Go through the blockade and enter the most dangerous prison.

Then the door opened in front of him.

An uneasy voice came from the end of the team ahead.

"Mr. Huai Shi, I have always been short of breath recently, and mysteriously dizzy and panicked, wouldn't it be a big problem?"

Immediately afterwards, a sound that sounded kind and gentle and trusted asked: "Will this happen when you rest?"

"occasionally."

"Will there be when you are alone?"

"Yes."

"It may be claustrophobia. The initial stage is okay, but if you let it go for too long, it may worsen and deepen, affecting your physical condition. You should have anorexia tendency now?"

"Yes, there's nothing wrong. Eat very little."

A sound of writing came from the end of the long line, from the cell. Soon, a note was torn off and handed out the window: "This is a preliminary diagnosis. You can go to the Ivy League hospital after your rotation. See, prescribe some medicine, and pay attention to your doctor's advice, otherwise you don't want to get depression in hell? "

The guard who took the note suddenly surprised and nodded quickly: "Thank you Mr. Huai Shi."

"You're welcome, easy work."

The man in the cage smiled and said loudly, "Next."

"Humph."

Seeing that he was still so arrogant in prison, Liz couldn't help but snorted, raised his hand and pushed away the guy in front of him, and went straight forward.

"Don't plug in ... the team."

The guy who was pushed away looked up and saw Liz, his face suddenly stiffened. Soon, all the guards who paddled during working hours stood in the corner obediently.

Liz stepped forward and stood outside the cage.

See the glowing Huai poem inside.

It was as if he were on vacation, relaxed and relaxed, without any consciousness of being a prisoner.

He even gave him a table where he didn't know where to put it.

And a pen!

"I didn't say that you shouldn't give any sharp things to the prisoners!" Liz frowned, turning her head back and scolded: "What the **** are you doing? Don't you fear that this **** will stab your throat!"

"I want to point out that this is an insult to trust and **** between us!"

Before waiting for others to speak, Huai Shi took the lead in seriousness: "These guards were very good to me first, and they were willing to chat with my captive, and persuaded me to surrender to the Ivy League. Not only did they not deduct any of my meals, they even gave The pen I used to write! As a moral and well-educated classical music teacher, would I revenge, would these things be used as weapons to hurt them! "

The guards next to him said nodded one after another, and an expression of why a person as good as Mr. Huai Shi would do such an excessive thing made Liz only feel numb.

Has this group of **** been brainwashed?

Or is there something wrong?

A little bit of vigilance is gone!

Liz looked closely at the poem in the cage and suddenly couldn't help but chuckled and said: "You seem to be a good mix, even making so many friends."

"Everyone is just performing official business, and there is no personal friendship. Please don't doubt the conduct of your staff. If you want to say anything, just be more likeable to me."

A golden cowboy without any shame shook his head and looked at Liz. His expression was a little surprised: "This one is wearing a good outfit, did he have a new hairstyle?"

The girl in front of me now does not see the bravery of the past. Although the eyebrows are still shabby, the combination of makeup and earrings is simply perfect.

After the hair style fell from the back of the head, it was braided again, and the temperament was much softer.

Then put on jeans and T-shirts that are quite prominent, looking youthful.

"Otherwise?"

Liz asked indifferently: "Otherwise? Do you think I am the kind of woman whose muscles grow into her head?"

"Where and where." Huai Shi answered sincerely: "Just praise."

"I hope so."

She didn't say much.

Even so, the mood is inevitably a little bit happier.

It can only be said that the inside of the Ivy League is not a group of dead Azhai who wears a plaid shirt to death every day, or a group of straight men who do not treat her as a woman.

She never thought that it was this guy who first noticed that she changed her hairstyle and earrings.

Although the brief past between the two was full of unhappiness, she had to admit that this guy was a bit jealous.

It did not disappoint this beautiful face.

"Come with me."

She waved to the person next to open the lock, "The teacher wants to see you."

Huai Shi nodded and let the staff cooperate with handcuffs and shackles, and smiled at the others: "Then come here today ... please go back to work, and Mr. Hubert Remember to eat less oil and salt, your cholesterol has exceeded the standard for a long time. "

A somewhat obese guard suddenly laughed at his stomach and waved at Huai Shi, thanking him for his worry.

Liz's expression suddenly became somber again.

This guy, without any scruples, showed herself a deep friendship with others before her eyes? Didn't she put her in the eye at all!

"Replace your heart with your heart."

Huai Shi seemed to be able to think of what she was thinking about, sighed, and carefully advised: "It's really easy to make friends ... You've been a high priest for too long, and you will always be afraid of you when you are holding a shelf. . "

"To shut up."

Liz's furious punch hit him in the stomach.

Turn around and go forward.

It was only while passing other prisons that she walked slightly and saw the prisoner inside-the nightmare eye that was imprisoned here because of a private fight with members of Ivy League.

The man with muscles and scars was wearing a vest, exercising with dumbbells in one hand, and holding a book in the other hand, looking at it, and sometimes he couldn't help humming.

Liz's footsteps frowned, frowning: "What are you looking at?"

"Ok?"

The burly man glanced at her ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and lifted the cover of the book to display it.

-"Introduction to Appreciation of Classical Music".

God **** classical music!

"Are you sick?" Liz felt his eyes start to jump wildly.

Brother, can't you look at your own image ... where do you look well with classical music?

The exercising man looked at her blankly, not knowing what crazy this woman was sprinkling.

"Forget it."

Liz gritted her teeth and moved forward with her belly burning.

She shouldn't take this job today!

Next, JOJO, this is the ripple that I have boiled for more than forty hours!

(End of this chapter)