Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 342 Helping Others Liu Yonglu

"Sir, please wait for a moment. I have some housework to take care of first."

Seeing that Bastoli still looked like a lunatic and kept moving forward, Liu Yonglu waved his hand, took out a small sign from under the counter that read "Temporarily closed" and placed it on the table.

Although he was fed up with this psychopath in front of him who couldn't be killed even with a thousand swords, the time and place were not right now, so he might as well play dumb for now.

Bastoli obviously didn't expect Liu Yonglu to be so shameless. The two of them had been staring at each other for such a long time, but he pretended not to know each other.

With a smile still on his face, Bastoli stopped three meters in front of the counter.

Just now, Liu Yonglu ran over to join in the fun and used a method to trick Brentland away, and finally let the other party enter the dreamland. He was watching everything.

At this time, he also had his own judgment on Liu Yonglu's identity.

"Mi Li'er, you must be tired from working, have a cupcake."

"Hmph, leave the food you don't like to eat to me, right?"

Liu Yonglu lifted the curtain and entered the small warehouse at the back. In front of him were Millie Tang and Ling'er sitting at the two ends of a small table, both twirling glass beads in their hands as they thought about the game on the table. Xiaohu was sitting in the middle like a referee, staring at the chessboard with his big eyes unblinking and his little brows furrowed, as if he was full of doubts about the two's clever moves.

Millie Tang took Liu Yonglu's cupcake and took a bite modestly:
"I thought I heard Haverson's voice just now? What happened?"

"Hehe, I knew you cared about me."

Liu Yonglu first flattered himself, and then explained the cause and effect of what had just happened.

"Wait a minute before going down!"

Mi Lier slowly picked up all the glass beads on the chessboard and put them into her box, then turned around and asked:
"You mean... Brundtrang wrote a threatening letter... He set up some terrible forbidden spell in the exhibition hall?"

"Hmph, you cunning witch, you knew you couldn't beat me so you used a clumsy and despicable method to stop the game."

Ling'er on the opposite side said angrily that she didn't care about taboo spells or not, she just wanted to defeat the hateful witch with two paper balls stuffed in her nostrils.

Millie Tang really did it on purpose. No matter how smart she is, she is still an ordinary person. How can she beat gods in playing checkers... Well, of course, except Xiaohu.

"Yes, but what are these eyes for? They are as sharp as lightning. I can tell the gender of a fly just by looking at it in front of my eyes, let alone Brundtrang."

Liu Yonglu had just experienced a "fierce battle" and now he was relaxed, sitting with his legs crossed and talking nonsense.

"But does Brundtrang know forbidden spells? Even if he does... will he have a chance to set them up? The Investigation Department did a comprehensive inspection of the venue a few days ago."

The Investigation Department actually did conduct an inspection. Millie Tang, the investigator most proficient in forbidden spells in the department, also participated. Liu Yonglu did not come as he was at home cooking.

Of course, the venue is very large and the number of investigators is limited, so the level of inspection is not very detailed, but if it is a simple forbidden spell, Milly Tang is confident that she can still find the clues.

The results of the investigation that day were... everything was normal.

Is Brundtlang talking nonsense, just looking for an excuse to lure this guy out to seek revenge?

Or maybe the forbidden spell really existed, but the person who tampered with it was very skilled! Did Brundtrang master the method of opening the spell by chance?

If it is the former, you can rest assured and focus your attention elsewhere, but if it is the latter, the situation is still not optimistic.

Mili Tang got angry when she saw the lazy Liu Yonglu in front of her:

"One more question, you just came back like this? Where are Roselis and Haverson?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot about them!" Liu Yonglu slapped his thigh.

He really had forgotten. Not only him, but the other people in Shi Weitian had also completely forgotten about the little genius brother and sister. Brundtland was shot dead, and everyone was immersed in the joy of being over the danger. They happily arranged Brundtland's funeral and forgot about those two.

"Hey, that's my fault... that unlucky giraffe. If he hadn't been hanging around in front of me all the time, I wouldn't have lost things like that."

Liu Yonglu stood up and prepared to go out, and Mili Tang also stood up:

"I will go with you."

"You two should eat and have fun here, and don't run around. If a stranger greets you at the door, just ignore him."

Liu Yonglu turned around and gave the two children a few words of instruction. Xiaohu focused on the blueberry pie in his hand and nodded silently. Ling'er was very disdainful of Liu Yonglu's tone of admonishing children, and snorted with her head tilted back.

The little genius brother and sister are still sitting on the bench...

The two of them were sometimes confused and sometimes clear. Sometimes Roselis understood and wanted to drag her brother to find other companions, but it happened that Haversian was confused.

Sometimes Haversian would wake up, leaning on the holy spear to seek help, and Roselis would fall into Francis's illusion again.

It was just that their heads were tied together, and neither of them could pull the other, so they could only sit on the bench and lie limp.

Under Francis's command, Wordsworth also peeked in to observe several times. He was also anxious, as he understood the Father's methods better than anyone else.

This thing is so powerful that it can control the mind of a living being without anyone noticing, and the creature becomes a puppet without even realizing it.

But this thing also has a drawback. If you lose control and let others run away, it is equivalent to exposing your own cards completely, and it will be difficult to use the same trick again in the future.

So Wordsworth reported the situation truthfully, and Francis gave him the highest instructions.

These two people must be carrying some ancient relics that can offset their own abilities. His method is extremely secretive and effective quickly. It will be too late to use forbidden spells. Francis asked Wordsworth to secretly fetch the ancient relic. If he failed, he could take away the needles from their necks.

So Wordsworth kept observing secretly from the side.

But as luck would have it, Marquette and Carroll had arranged a spectacle in the courtyard of the convention hall, in which an inventor would unveil a new invention for kitchen cleaning and announce that all 500 samples would be given away on the spot.

Of course...he was originally planning to sell these 500 samples, but in the end they were all bought by the Investigation Department, so he gave them away as gifts instead.

The genius brother and sister sat on the bench in the center aisle of the venue.

The Mosesad people also love to take advantage of others. When they hear that there are gifts to be given away, and that they are practical inventions that every household can use, the Hulachaos all crowd towards the courtyard.

Wordsworth also understood that the ancient relic was too obvious. It was tied to the two men's heads, so he could just take it off himself.

But there were too many people, and if he walked over openly and took the necklace off the person's neck, the sheriff would definitely catch him as a thief.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't find any opportunity to strike. Wordsworth was the leader of the cult group, and he certainly didn't have the luck that Liu Yonglu had. He was knocked all over the place while standing in the crowd.

Wordsworth was also very clever. He saw a couple walking in front of him with a little boy of three or four years old. It was obvious that the family of three came to see the expo on the weekend.

The couple was walking in front, in a hurry, probably heading to the courtyard to grab the gifts. The child lagged behind, being led by his mother.

He followed behind the child, and when the crowd around him moved towards the child, he would help to hold them back. With his disguise today, he pretended to be the child's grandfather.

He planned it well, and when he got to the bench he pretended to protect the child, and when he was bumped into by someone he fell onto the bench and took off the necklace in the process.

Just as he was about to fall when the genius siblings got closer, a hand reached out from behind and pressed on his shoulder.

"Look, old man, it's so dangerous. You shouldn't go forward at your age.

Oh, he brought his grandson with him, but he looked at him with red eyes (Tianjin dialect for grandson) or white eyes (Tianjin dialect for grandson). The children are the same, they are busy taking advantage of him. What if the old man falls? "

Wordsworth was shocked. Where did this person come from? He was mumbling something.

But there was nothing I could do at the moment. I had to turn around and pretend to be grateful, forcing myself to force a smile.

"You look older than me, can you not hold my hand?"

Liu Yonglu supported Wordsworth as he spoke. So why was he so kind-hearted today?

On the way here, I had an argument with Mi Li'er and got angry.

The two talked about Brundtram as they walked, and Liu Yonglu told him about sending things to Brundtram's children.

Who is Mili Tang? A witch, she has inherited a cruel and vicious hand from many generations. She is not thinking about eradicating the roots, but she can't stand Liu Yonglu's meddling.

It's already this late and you still have the mood to worry about others, so he grabbed Liu Yonglu and scolded him.

Liu Yonglu did not dare to retort, thinking to himself that he was such a kind person, so what had he done to provoke anyone? So when he saw the old man in front of him being knocked unconscious by someone, he sincerely wanted to do a good deed to put the matter at ease, if for no other reason than to piss off Mi Li'er.

Mi Li'er rolled her eyes, knowing that although this guy said he was agreeing with her, he must be rebelling in his heart.

She had known Liu Yonglu for too long and knew what kind of person he was. She was too lazy to argue with him, so she just let him be and stopped beside the little genius brother and sister to observe their condition first.

Liu Yonglu helped the reluctant Wordsworth walk forward for another ten meters, and saw Wordsworth's "two children" holding the child and squeezing into the corridor leading to the courtyard.

But the old man was still behind them and hadn't gone in yet. Liu Yonglu complained in his heart, "This young couple, it was a good thing to take the elderly out to relax, but why are they so reckless in doing things...?"

"Sir, I actually..."

Wordsworth was about to open his mouth to explain, "I don't want to go to the courtyard, I just want to stay in the meeting room," but before he could say anything, Liu Yonglu took action!

He didn't dare kick the old man, but instead adopted a rugby stance, lowered his shoulders, exerted force on his waist, and put his hands on Wordsworth's back.

"Go away!"

He put all his strength into it and was knocked into the room by Wordsworth!

Wordsworth wanted to go back but he couldn't. There were people all around him, and his feet were off the ground, and he was pushed forward by the crowd.

Alva and Francis waited in the booth for Wordsworth to come back, but no one came. Half an hour later, Wordsworth came back.

"Have you retrieved the ancient relic?" Francis's magnetic voice sounded.

"No... but... I got a brush for washing the stove for free..."

I saw another author say before that the most difficult thing about online writing is that you have to serialize it every day, regardless of whether you have inspiration or are in a good state.

Haha, I have a deep understanding of this when I write. The main factor that affects my state is sleep... I am in a particularly good state when I get enough sleep. If I am sleepy, my brain will be particularly slow. I have heard an urban legend before that when Togashi Yoshihiro first became a cartoonist, he slept 8 hours a week. If it is true, then I really admire Togashi the old thief.

I didn’t sleep well yesterday, my brain was working very slowly, and I forgot to write down a lot of settings.

The prototype of the Emerald Ascetic is the Emerald Lama. There is something special about the projection of this god... It's lame. He needs to possess another body every 200 years, which means that as a god, he is not immortal.

This was also the purpose for him to take in Brundtrang, but yesterday I had such a long paragraph in my mind that I forgot to write it down...

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