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?The top floor of the Imperial Pillar Tower is magnificent and a hale and hearty old man stands quietly in the center. Under his feet is a huge stone plate, engraved with strange patterns like a circular labyrinth on the surface, spreading through the transparent tempered glass. With a soft light, his back turned to the dark green-haired young man sitting in a wheelchair behind him, and his eyes turned to the void.

"You are very punctual." The majestic voice of the old man echoed in the room.

"Of course, it's a rare invitation from the King of Gold." Bi Shuiliu's gaze was fixed on the stone slab on the ground, "I've already done what you want me to do, and now it's your turn to fulfill your promise."

"What a quick-tempered guy," Guochang Lu Dajue took a step forward, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, hundreds of millions of stars, the vast universe unfolded in front of his eyes, a huge golden sword was suspended above his head, the sword body was covered with golden Enveloped by the light, the stone plate vacated and stood still between the two of them. Fanatical colors appeared in Bi Shui Liu’s eyes. He slowly stretched out his hand as if bewitched and fascinated, “You came just in time. In fact, the stone plate has a little problem recently.”

The King of Gold's words made him look terrified, his eyes regained clarity, and he froze for a moment when he raised his head. The figure of the old man disappeared and was replaced by a young man who had never met before, wearing the same clothes as the King of Gold, with a smile on his face. There are vaguely familiar shadows.

"You are--"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the calm Green King stared at the thing that appeared in his field of vision in surprise. His pair of pink and soft hands, round and short fingers looked cute and ridiculous.

"I think you owe me an explanation, King of Gold." He stared at the young man with cold eyes, but his soft voice and chubby little face were not lethal at all.

The child in the wheelchair tried to stretch his short limbs, trying not to be overwhelmed by the straitjacket on his body. His actions fell into the eyes of others like a small animal trapped in a bag at a loss.

"That's it..." Guochang Lu Dajue rubbed his chin, his eyes flashed with thought.

"Are you kidding me?"

"If I can do this kind of thing, do you think that you who were nine years ago can go back safely," Guochang Lu said, "And I didn't know about the mutation of the stone slab beforehand."

Bi Shuiliu was blocked by his words, silent for a while, and asked sullenly: "When will you recover?" This kind of straightforward way of asking Bi Shuiliu, or Bi Shuiliu as an adult, has never been used.Now the Green King stretched out his short legs and sat in a wheelchair with a childish expression.

"The strength of the slate is a little unstable now, and it will recover in about a day or two." Perhaps it was a sequela caused by age regression, the tone of the young man was not as cold and serious as when he was old, but more gentle.

Bi Shuiliu nodded silently, then stopped suddenly, and said two words: "Slate?"

"what happened?"

"Since the mutation was caused by the power of the slate, what about the other kings?"

"It should be about the same."

There was a mischievous smile on the cute face. He intended to touch the slate, but now he obviously found something more interesting than the slate.

The chief has locked himself in his office for an hour.

Awashima stood outside the door and waited anxiously.

Fushimi, leaning on the wall behind her, flipped through the documents casually, and occasionally caught a glimpse of the deputy chief with an anxious expression outside the delivery room from the corner of his eye, but he was quickly startled by his own terrifying associations, and couldn't help shivering.

"What's wrong?" Sensing that Fushimi's mood was not right, Awashima asked suspiciously.

Fushimi adjusted his glasses, the reflective lenses covered his weird eyes, and replied: "...it's okay."

Seeing that Awashima didn't ask any more questions, he turned his head again and stared worriedly at the simple and smooth decorative patterns on the double doors. Fushimi let out a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart. It can be exempted.

But speaking of it, it doesn't matter if he has a holiday this month or not. That guy went abroad with his king on business, and he doesn't know when he will be back. Thinking of this, Fushimi closed the file and clicked his tongue irritably.

"Fushi?"

"I'll go back and deal with the rest."

Fushimi took the documents that needed to be submitted and left without looking back. Rather than staying outside and worrying about his boss, it would be better to go back and handle two more business affairs. Their boss is that Qing Wang.

Not far away, the locked door suddenly opened a crack.

"Director!" Awashima pushed the door open in surprise, then froze, the office was empty, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and the clothes scattered on the ground were obviously Munakata's uniform.

It is undeniable that bad thoughts flash through Awashima's head for a split second, resulting in a look on his face like that of a witch who has stolen lettuce (Fushimi).

Fushimi cleared his throat and said, "Do you need me to search for the location of the director, if he brought a terminal."

"No need," Awashima's words seemed to be squeezed out of her throat, "The chief didn't bring it." She weakly swept the terminal on the table.

Even so, Fushimi never thought anything would happen to the black-bellied boss, and wisely kept silent about the deputy chief's behavior like an old hen guarding his cubs.

"Ha Qiu!" A cat-like sneeze sounded.

"Who?" Awashima became alert.

A pair of fair and tender little feet appeared behind the door, with their round toes curled up slightly, the oversized white shirt hanging down to the knees revealing two pieces of Yuxue's lovely calves, her beautiful purple pupils were full of water, and her messy bangs were covered by the door There was a red mark, and the surprisingly delicate child stood by the door, his pale fingers clenched his clothes tightly, his eyes were a little uneasy but not timid.

Awashima instantly showed an expression as if he had been shot by an arrow.

Fushimi was sure that if he hadn't been present, this woman who had been in menopause all year round would have jumped on him.

"It's really rude of me to let you two see me like this." The soft and waxy voice uttered mature words.

It took half a minute for Awashima to recover, she collected herself and asked, "How did you become like this, Chief?"

Zongxiang smiled wryly and said: "Probably because of the slate." The little baby-fat face showed a look of sadness, his shoulders drooped, and his small body was so thin that it seemed that he would be overwhelmed by the clothes on his body at any time.

Munakata has never been a weak person, on the contrary, because of his strength and confidence, people almost forget the fact that he is still a human being, and he is a god-like existence in the eyes of the clan.This kind of man has returned to his most ignorant and defenseless age after encountering an accident, which makes people feel surprised but also feels pity.

It didn't take long for this feeling of pity to fade under the cold words.

"Awashima-kun, can you help me prepare a suit of clothes that fits me?"

"Yes."

"Before I recover, Scepter4 will have two Laos to help manage. If necessary, I can assign the affairs in hand to the captains. In order to prevent riots, this matter will be kept secret, especially outsiders."

"Yes." Even though he has become smaller, Qing Wang still maintains absolute rationality, and this is far from enough to describe his strength as calm and wise.

The fingers on the terminal screen on the back kept tapping, and he pressed the send button accurately before the boss gave the last order, and put the hand holding the terminal into his pocket as if nothing had happened.His series of small movements escaped Munakata's sight by chance, and he secretly jumped up in his heart, his chihuahua was coming back soon.Mr. Official Ape still sells his boss very happily today.

Munakata, who had made emergency arrangements in an orderly manner, showed tiredness on his face. It seemed that the child's body still had a certain burden on him.

"Director, you can rest for a while." Awashima couldn't help suggesting.

Munakata nodded, planning to go to the Imperial Pillar Pagoda after sleeping to recover some energy.

The two left the office immediately, and Awashima gently closed the door with a melancholy expression on his face.

"Since the problem is on the slate, the room chief will be fine." Fushimi said lightly.

His determined tone made Awashima look sideways.

"The slate is guarded by the King of Gold, and he will definitely come up with countermeasures if there is a change," Fushimi continued, "And the current room chief needs that person most." He shook the terminal.

Awashima opened his eyes wide in surprise: "You!"

Fushimi smiled slyly and said, "This was sent before the director gave the order, so it's not considered a violation of the order."

At this time, in a world-famous casino on the other side of the ocean, the blond man raised the terminal in front of the red-haired man sitting at the roulette table. His attention was attracted by the words on the screen. The man in suits and leather shoes was obviously relieved, and he looked terrified.

The bored man suddenly threw away the expensive chips in his hand, a happy expression appeared on his face as if he had found his favorite toy, and he hummed lightly with interest in his nasal cavity.

"Ten bundles."

The named young man with a feminine appearance waved away the fire butterfly in his palm, took the hand of the little white-haired girl beside him, and left the hall quietly.

A helpless smile appeared on the blond man's face.

As if to confirm his prophetic smile, the next second, the red-haired man showed a violent expression, and the flowing air froze instantly.

There was a monstrous wave in the dark gold pupils.

"Burned."