Yan Yue took a big bite of the chipped apple provocatively, then handed the apple to the chocolate and scolded coldly: "Eat my apple!"
"This is an order!"
Forty minutes later, the longest and most painful handover procedure was finally completed.
The dictation record backup document is sealed, and the authorization code, the fourth Shenju King code and signature are written on the sealing form, and the date is marked.
"Codename Jiuding."
The stars in Ying Yue's eyes flashed with the brilliance of meteors piercing the night sky. Da Qi Cai casually signed his signature on the sealing slip. After marking the date, he shouted coldly: "Dragon Boat Festival plan..."
The next handover was completed with four words, but Yan Yue deliberately did not say it.
Instead, he ordered me to turn my back to the wall, put on my body armor and stab-proof clothing, put on an airtight robe, put on my mask and sunglasses again, pull up my hood, and return to the coldest, coolest, most ruthless and most mysterious place ever again. The most supreme running star!
This ruthless princess who repays kindness with hatred is definitely delaying time on purpose.
Do you need to put on makeup to change clothes?
The coverage is so tight, even the fucking camouflage mask is added with stab-proof material, who is showing the makeup?
Even his fucking fingernails were repainted.
right!
It’s not even time to brush your hair again!
This ordeal made me face the wall for more than ninety minutes before it came to an end.
Just when I thought I was finally out of the sea of suffering, Biao Yue started a new round of perverted torture!
"Let me ask you something. What is your relationship with Songshan?"
"Why do you want to take over the God Bureau?"
"Did you take over the Shen Bureau to fight against the Long family?"
"Don't not answer me!"
"If you don't say it, it's your acquiescence."
"You... stop fighting with the Long family. You can't fight. Don't say you become the king of the gods. Even if you become the king of the gods, you are still no match for the Long family."
"You saw it just now. The three kings of the Long family left early. They didn't even give Songshan any face."
"The Long family is a hundred times more powerful than you imagine!"
"Jiuding!" "King of Shenju!"
"The tenth mountain and sea!"
"Tongshi!"
"come here."
"Zip it for me!"
"Tie the hood tighter for me."
"Wipe off my fingerprints and palm prints with water."
"And I have to wipe off every bottle of fruit chocolate I've touched!"
"Clean it up!"
"There's more here!"
"I wiped my hands too!"
After much tossing and tossing, the handover that should have been completed in six hours was delayed by three hours due to Yan Yue.
However, at the end of the day, Yi Yue had no choice but to delay it any longer.
"Put these chocolate fruits away."
"Also. Don't tell anyone that you've seen what I look like."
"You know the consequences yourself."
The stern and cold words were about to come out, and Yan Yue stood at the door with the password box in hand, silently turning his head: "Master Tong!"
After calling my name, Yiyue suddenly paused.
After five full seconds, a long and deep sigh came out from the tightly covered and ruthless mask.
"goodbye!"
After a few more seconds, there was no response from me, and the order from Princess Aoling was immediately issued: "Master Tong, say goodbye! This is an order!"
"Goodbye Benxing!"
As far away as the ends of the earth, the dim doorway, hidden behind the most distant Halley's Comet, Yi Yue quietly responded with a sigh that was independent of the loneliest star in the universe: "Goodbye! Teacher Tong!"
"Goodbye. Bronze Lion!" xь.
The sky is red at dusk in summer, and the returning birds send sunset glow!
The sky is already filled with sunset, and Venus is faintly visible.
The red clouds set off the lavender sky. On the other side of the mountain, the seventeenth-year-old moon slowly reveals itself and is still round.
A bright face.
Amidst the blurry stars twinkling, the cool evening breeze rippled the small lake.
The small bridge floats, the silence is deep, and the buzzing of insects fills my ears.
The light is like orange, and the fireworks are half-dark and half-dark, half-clear and half-twilight.
The faint fragrance of memories is still floating in the air, and it is already night at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.
Every vigorous gathering always ends with a tragic ending.
It's summer in the mountains and rivers, and it's suddenly late in the world!
On the way here, I stood by the small lake called Chuiyang. I stopped and lit another cigarette.
"What happened? Why haven't you come out yet?"
"That's right. The meeting is over. All the rewards and punishments have been discussed. All the promotions and demotions have been done..."
"Purple Mountain is gone, the Earth Bureau is gone, and the Heavenly Prison is gone too. Only our Shen Bureau's special new ground survey is left. What do you mean?"
"Is it so difficult to choose a new boss? Are you really going to choose God's spokesperson on earth and keep doing this endlessly?"
"Stop talking nonsense. The longer it goes on, the bigger the matter becomes."
"That's right. Maybe they are still fighting."
"Still fighting? Impossible. Absolutely impossible. All the secret-related units have come, and there is no result yet."
"I also find it strange. Logically speaking, if this kind of personnel appointment was decided two weeks ago or a month ago, there must be a big mess."
"It makes sense. Are we really still fighting now?"
"Liao Zaiguo hasn't come out yet, and Guo Hong hasn't shown up either. Something may have gone wrong."
"Guo Hong is nothing. He is just a fucking gravedigger. How can he compare with his second senior brother?"
"Shh! Keep your voice down! Don't let anyone hear you."
"I said what I said. If Suo Jialin hadn't been parachuted in last year, our second senior brother should have taken over the Bureau long ago. Who the hell is he, Guo Hong?"
The original open-air conference venue is now empty.
On the vast flat land, only three people, namely the Special Institute, the New Geological Survey, and the Shen Bureau, were left suffering.
"Hey, God Bureau. You must have been merged into our special institute. Hurry up and stand with us. Stop being so fucking pretentious. Sooner or later you will be our special institute's concubine."
"Go to hell! Even my crippled gods are better than you!"
"If it weren't for the bastard bronze lion helping you over and over again, you guys would have been beaten to death by our god."
There were bursts of irony among the people in the special institute.
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