"You have a crush on the boss's wife?"
"Yeah, yeah, she's super pretty, you think so too." Naimi nodded, her light gray pupils seemed to light up with stars.
Sure enough, it was the old snake in Plisson's memory. Even though he no longer had the tools to commit crimes, he would still miss the beautiful woman who appeared around him.
"They have husbands," Plisson said angrily.
"I know, Carossa told me about that short-lived ghost." After talking about this, Naomi's face suddenly brightened,
"A young widow with a child..."
"Can you please stop showing such an expression?" Plisson felt a headache coming on.
"You don't have any tools, why do you think about this kind of thing every day?"
"All the tools are gone, don't let me think about it anymore." Namie curled her lips and said,
"By the way, where do you plan to go next?"
"I plan to go to Ghost City, and I need to find someone." Plisson told this old friend truthfully, and he still had some trust in Naimi.
"Are you going to the Ghost City too? When will you leave?"
"Let's go after a while. I just finished what I had to do."
"So soon? I originally wanted to wait for the matter to be resolved and follow you, but now it seems I can only say goodbye."
"Waiting for the matter to be resolved? What is it?"
"Of course it's about me and Sasha. Our current relationship hasn't started yet. After I completely win over her, I will go to the Ghost City to ask my aunt for help to transform me back into a man. Maybe we can still be together by then. Let's meet in the Ghost City." Namiyi's expression was quite confident, not taking into account her current situation at all.
Plissen was really convinced by the other party. He couldn't say anything for a while. After a while, he continued to speak,
"Are you sincere to this person? Could it be that you are just looking for sex again?"
"Of course it's sincere, Mr. Fengjun, sir. This is definitely not a sexual act. It is an expression of true feelings, a sincere and strong love." Naimi made a praying gesture, and then continued. said,
"My emotions have never been so intense, and my heart tells me the exact answer."
"Well, I hope you don't just think about the Huohuo family." Plisson touched the sweat on his forehead. The other person's repeated mention of Mr. Feng Jun made him a little uneasy.
"I'll take you to the pier later. It's a rare meeting and I still want to chat with you for a while."
"....Don't you work?" Plissen glanced at the clothes Namie was wearing and said with a slight hesitation.
"How can there be business at this place? No one has been here except you just now, so you don't need my help." Namiyi took off his waiter's clothes directly, revealing the regular clothes underneath.
"Okay." Plissen nodded, and then he took Onai, who had finished eating, to say goodbye to Carossa, and walked and chatted with Namie all the way to the dock.
Pleasant felt it was time to say goodbye to his old friend, but just as he was about to speak, Namiyi suddenly stopped him.
"Pleasant, look at your nine o'clock direction, the black boat." Pleasant looked in the direction Naomi said, and then he was stunned. For no other reason, Naomi The ship Yi was talking about was none other than the Black Crow, and by the railings of the ship, the figures of Hecate and Moya were clearly visible.
"Two super beautiful elf girls, do you want to say hello to them?" Namiyi patted Plissen.
"...That's my ship." Plissen covered his forehead. At this time, he felt that what Naomi said before might not be sincere.
"Captain, come up quickly." Moya on the deck happily waved to Pleasant.
"Sorry, I have to get on the boat. Let's see you later." Plisson was about to get on the boat, but was suddenly held back by Naomi.
"What are you doing?"
"Um... My thoughts suddenly changed slightly. I think it would be more appropriate to go to my aunt to solve some minor flaws in my body first, and then seek love." Naimi caught it. Scratch your head,
"Let's go to Ghost City together."
"You change your attitude too quickly."
"No way, this is a rational result based on my judgment." Naimi said without blushing or heartbeat.
Plisson frowned slightly. How could he not know what Naomi was thinking? This old pervert was definitely thinking about Moya and Hecate. He changed his mind as soon as he saw them. The chameleon didn't become that big like him. quick.
However, Plisson thought of the identities of Moya and Hecate. They were ship spirits. What appeared in front of them was just a physical projection, which was equivalent to an advanced version of Paper Man. It was nothing even if Nanoi was thinking about these two. , His body is still in the magic energy reactor, not to mention that he doesn't even have the tools now. Even if he has the intention, he will eventually become powerless.
Why not agree to let him on the boat? Firstly, he will not harass Carossa and her daughter. Secondly, with one more person on the boat to play cards, Pleasant's life will be easier.
When he thought of this, Plisson's expression relaxed a little and asked,
"Are you just going to leave without telling Jack?"
"Let Jack die," Namie said nonchalantly.
"What about Carossa? You have to tell her."
"Oh, my Sasha, I'm sorry, but I think she should be able to understand my leaving without saying goodbye. After all, the plan can't keep up with the changes, don't you think?" Namyi winked at Plisson, and then consciously boarded the board. Ink Crow.
Plissen was speechless. He took out a pen and paper from the core space, casually explained the whereabouts of Naomi on the paper, and then handed a Dowler and paper to a passerby on the pier and asked him to hand it over. To Carossa.
"I don't know if it's good or bad." Plisson looked at Naimi who chatted with Hecate and Moya as soon as they got on the boat, and sighed helplessly.
"Hopefully there's nothing his aunt can do about his current situation." ....Aquila East, Albany.
In a remote cemetery in Queens, Jarende, dressed in solemn black clothes, held a bouquet of lilies and stopped in front of an unnamed tombstone.
"Mrs. Astor, I'm here to see you." Jarend stared at the unnamed tombstone, his voice choked with sobs, and the old woman in his memory seemed to appear in front of him again.
"This time I came quite unexpectedly, and I didn't have much preparation. I hope you don't mind." Jarende slowly placed the lily in his hand in front of the tomb.
"I have been adhering to your ideas and following your plans over the years. A considerable number of people within the sect have expressed their agreement with our ideas and have joined the foundation and become a part of us."
"But everything happened so suddenly... The core of our plan, everything we worked hard for, was inexplicably in vain, leading to the worst ending." Jarende's voice became louder. Sobbing.
"...I really don't know what to do." Jarend's head lowered in despair, and all the good things in the past seemed to have disappeared in his eyes.
Jarend removed the bandage on his left ear, revealing a severely mutilated ear.
As the current Archbishop of the Greedy Sect, Jerlend is a genuine
"The Bribery" has an almost terrifying body's self-healing ability. Even if his head is severed, just sprinkle a little precious metal dust on it and it will grow back instantly.
Part of the saint's soul merged with heaven and earth and entered an inhuman realm. According to
The characteristics of "The Briber" were recorded in Jerund's body the moment he stepped into the Saint. No matter how damaged his body was, as soon as the gold powder was sprinkled, his body would be restored to the state it was in when it was recorded.
But his mutilated ear can never be restored, because it was an injury left when he never entered the path of transcendence.
Jarende's figure was slightly arched, and he maintained this posture. From noon to dusk, Jarende stood like this, like a stone statue.
"Mrs. Astor, I'm sorry for the inconvenience this time." As night approached, Gerund finally moved. He bowed deeply to the unnamed tombstone, and then left this remote cemetery. .
In the darkness, Jarende's thin body turned into countless deep shadows, sneaking into street corners, ditches, and culverts at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
With nowhere to vent his anger and sorrow, he sneaked into the darkness of this city. That night, three underground gang leaders related to the hallucinogen trade in Albany, Queens, died inexplicably. There were no wounds on their bodies, but their internal organs were somehow stirred into pieces.
And among its fragmented organs, a shining gold coin was found. This is what is left in the shadows of Jarend Seifer, Skyhawk's well-known human rights lawyer, the real manager of Albany, Queens and the Bronx, the four-color seat of Mr. Diamond J, and the current president of the Astor Foundation. warn.
