Masked knight swordsman tower

"Mostima, don't be too wary of the guy in your black lock. To be honest, it's not that you don't have the power to control him." I changed my tone, when I was talking about Mostima with Sister Xu , she also roughly explained something to me.

The Dragon of Time is originally one with two sides, representing the past and the future. After the two are combined, they can be observed in the present, and the two sides of the same body will also have a drawback, which is the division of consciousness.

Unlike that Pandora's box, Mastema, as the expressive consciousness, cannot recognize her own identity, so she always thinks that what is sealed in the black lock is just an untamable force.

But in fact, that is the other half of her own power, but this world does not allow such a powerful power to be born, so it can only appear in a sealed state.

The encounter between the two is definitely not accidental, it is just two parts of one body attracting each other.

"Try to treat it as a friend." I put away the box of rice rolls, and remember to ask someone I know to return it to Old Man Dong.

The mafia below have almost dispersed, and the Penguin logistics group didn't seem to see us on the roof of the blind corner of the street.

"Let's go to the end of the emperor, this battle is already a full-scale declaration of war."

"The end of the earth?" Bai Song's question was explained clearly by Mostima, which is a stronghold of Penguin Logistics and also a bar.

It should be the place where I was assembled. The three of us walked to the center of Longmen, which belongs to the site of Requiem Night. It is not unusual to see this at Longmen, which means that the tombs of the sages are placed in this metropolis most central.

I looked at the ground around me. Countless heroic spirits were sleeping peacefully under this land. Mostima told Bisson the story of this cemetery a few meters behind me.

"The living are singing and dancing to play ghosts, but the real king is left unattended in the cemetery. This is not good." Mostima's sighing voice gradually approached.

"Hey, it seems that there are quite a few people here. Could it be that people's customs have changed during this year's Requiem Night?" I squatted next to a tomb, somewhat puzzled.

"It doesn't seem like footprints?" Mostima is also a little strange. There are several irregular potholes on the originally flat sand, and no one knows what left the traces.

"Forget it, don't worry about it for now, there are still a lot of nostalgic old people here, it's not good to disturb others after all."

We walked through the cemetery while mourning in silence, and Baisong learned a news that was as sad as the atmosphere of the cemetery. Mostima was the supervisor of Baisong's assessment.

"By the way, my nanny shouldn't let little Baisong deduct points." I leaned forward and asked, but Mostima blinked and told me to keep it a secret.

Damn, if her mother wasn't too strong, I would have been angry a long time ago.

No. 1301 Sunset Boulevard, the huge penguin graffiti at the door is very recognizable. I walked out of here last night and had a drink with Sister Gui and the younger brothers.

"Let's go, Mostima won't be your nanny, and you have to walk the rest of the way." I put my hands behind my head and walked in that direction first.

"Doctor! Do you want to go to Rutland with me? I think it's better to have you by my side than the suffering narrator." Mostima offered me an invitation at this time.

what happened?Could it be that I was moved by Sister Xu and her daughter? I actually had the urge to agree to her just now. You treat me as a friend and you as your mother-in-law. Actually, it's not impossible.

"Hey, why are you in a daze!" Bai Song poked me.

"The Misery Narrator! Ha! Probably going to change his name to One-Armed Chainsaw tomorrow." I'm avoiding the seriousness of this question, so reluctant to answer it.

"Forget it, as long as you are happy, see you later." Mostima turned around and raised her hand and shook it.

"Great Emperor, bring me a bottle of the best wine." I dragged Bai Song into the bar last night. The place here is full of the Great Emperor's collection, whether it is wine or vinyl records worth collecting.

"Boy, this wine is not for you to squander. What kind of high-end things can you taste in your mouth made of metal and bionic tissue?" The emperor snatched the expensive bottle from my hand. Ice wine, handed me a glass of cheap dry red.

"Open it, if you don't, be careful and you will regret it later." I blinked my eyes and signaled him.

Even the great emperor could hear something abnormal now, but for a hip-hop emperor penguin, this is not a problem.

Texas was telling everyone about the enemy we faced, but I was absent-mindedly thinking about some clues about the details before. These clues are still a bit vague, and I can't make a general idea.

"Ouch, what does this chewing gum smell like?" I almost bit my tongue off.

"White Horse Alcohol flavor, I only saw a new flavor when I bought it." Croissant was a little sorry, but I don't think we are discussing this issue.

The context has been sorted out. The Sicilian mafia in Syracuse wants to have its own place in the ancient city of Longmen, and use it to rise. They want to compete for the share that belongs to Penguin Logistics.

After all, among the forces in the entire underground city, Penguin Logistics can be regarded as the weakest party.

But despite being single and weak, the mafia still wants to take the young master of Fengchi Logistics who is on a business trip to Penguin Logistics as a hostage or completely surrender to the mafia.

In this way, the giant Buddha of Fengchi Logistics can be used to kill Penguin Logistics.

I have to say that the intelligence system of this group of guys should be updated.

It was a completely idiotic situation, except that the candy box was made by Mr. Shu King, basically all other blames could be thrown at the Mafia.

"Get down!" I just took out the apple pie that can be baked by angels from the baking tray, and before I handed it to my mouth, I heard the bad news.

"Please, can't you come a little later?" Nevertheless, everyone hid behind the counter, and I was the only one intoxicated by the wonderful aroma of apples.

"I want Rhine to learn this!" I just sighed, half of the apple pie in my mouth was sliced ​​off in half with the roar, and the rest on the table turned into scattered apple crumbs .

"A bunch of bastards!" I don't know what the Emperor and the others were discussing behind the counter, I can only hear the sound of my heart breaking when those expensive wines exploded.

"Damn! The wine is gone! The pie is gone!" I rolled up the sleeves of the Penguin Logistics uniform, and the pits and holes left by the bullets on the surface of my body did not pose much threat at all.

And those mafia brats are still yelling "The guy who confirmed the biggest threat has been shot!"

How ridiculous!

I just turned on the record player on one side and changed to a high-tempo vinyl record.

In front of the record player stands the street sign I just mentioned.