Warwick the Godfather of Terra

"Who's going with her?"

"me!"

Xingxiong was wearing a sports vest and shorts. The tight vest wrapped her toned body and the two watermelons on her chest very closely. The fabric was very elastic, and even her six-pack abs and waistline were clearly visible.

With his thighs clamped on the legs of the crunch machine, Xingxiong turned around and asked Chen Sir, who was also wearing a vest and shorts sportswear.

Compared to Xingxiong's exaggerated and perfect body that looks like a sculpture, Chen Sir's body does not seem to have that many exposed muscles and curves. His whole body is wrapped in a blue vest, presenting a beauty of well-proportioned flesh and bones. Every piece of meat, every bone, and every piece of fat is perfectly distributed in the right place, which is amazing.

"Really, Lao Chen, I'll treat you to a meal next month when I get my salary."

Xingxiong stood up, picked up the large cup of Fei Nai Zou tea and the large cup of frozen Yuanyang without sugar beside him and took a sip.

Suddenly he shuddered in pain.

"I told you to add it normally. Iced Yuanyang Fei Nai Zun Tea doesn't need sugar. You can just add black coffee and ice water."

Sir Chen rolled his eyes and picked up his large cup of Black Beef.

The chocolate ice cream had melted just right, leaving a thick layer of brown milk on the sugar-free cola.

Policeman Long poked it with a straw and took a sip.

"Old Chen, you don't understand. If you want a cold coffee in a tea restaurant, it's twenty dollars a cup, and two dollars more for ice. But the cold Yuanyang Fei Nai Zun tea doesn't require sugar, and it's only eighteen dollars, and it comes with ice."

Xingxiong said this while sipping the large cup of iced coffee.

"Oh, so our ghost sister from the serious crime squad has reached the point where she is even calculating over four dollars?"

Sir Chen opened the lid and poked the ice cream inside which had not yet completely melted with a plastic straw. When it was full, he took it out and licked it.

The rosy tongue gently sucks the turbid mucus from the stick, then rolls it up and sucks it. If this were to be mosaiced, it would probably sell like hot cakes in Xingxiong's hometown.

"So, Old Chen, you don't understand. What do you want to drink? Madam Wenyue has lifetime membership. If you go there, they won't keep your account. But it's different for me. I'm just an old widow. I'm so miserable."

Xingxiong sighed.

Sir Chen glanced at her.

"You obviously took the motorcycle to be spray-painted, so you ended up with no money left and had to drink coffee with me."

The ghost sister laughed shamelessly.

"So, to express my respect and admiration for you, sir, I will treat you to barbecue when the barbecue restaurant opens next month."

Sir Chen threw the empty paper cup into the trash can, took the towel and started wiping his sweat.

"Forget it. You really don't want to drink beer just for the free flow of beer written on it."

The towel gently stroked her hair, Da Long Nu was very familiar with the drunkard's temper when he heard that he couldn't walk when he was drunk.

Unlimited beer is as tempting to the Star Bear as when Noxus finds that his ultimate skill is ready when his five enemies are left with low health.

"Seeing the truth but not speaking it out is what friends do."

Xingxiong threw away the coffee cup and took off his vest, allowing his two plump breasts to be wrapped in skin and dance in a perfect arc in the air.

Old Chen's face turned dark.

Damn, what does this fried dough stick look like?

Logically speaking, with a body like hers, shouldn't she be hard?

What's with this feeling of déjà vu that's even warmer than mine?

"I think I should take this opportunity to take a photo and send it to the internal group."

Looking at the green-haired ghost who changed his sweat-soaked clothes into a dry vest, Fenchanglong said sinisterly.

"Okay, post it. I'll see who dares to read it."

Sister Gui wore a coat in a very bachelor-like manner, with her hair loose and draped over her shoulders.

"That's right, who dares to mess with the ghost sister who slashed thirteen streets back then?"

Putting the towel down, Sir Chen curled his lips and started to change his clothes.

"So, now the ghost sister who slashed thirteen streets is threatening you. You must come with me next month, or I will kill you."

Xingxiong turned his head to the side, revealing a fierce expression that used to appear on this pretty face.

"Be careful or I'll put you in jail."

Putting on his uniform, Sir Chen ignored Xingxiong's threats.

"Okay, that's perfect. I have no money to eat, but I can still have pork chop rice in prison."

Sister Gui picked up the shield and handed the sword to Sir Chen.

"So, are you going with me or not?"

Pushing open the door of the gym, Xingxiong asked again.

"Go, go, go, I'm going to go now, stop talking nonsense."

Sir Chen rolled his eyes.

The two left the Longmen Guard Bureau and walked towards the dormitory.

A moment later, Wen Yue looked at the words "Success" on her phone and a smile appeared on her face.

Wei Yanwu, who was half dead on the side, just couldn't figure it out.

How did Wen Yue know that I had hidden my own private money?

Adhering to the idea that the most dangerous is the safest, he clearly hid the money in Wen Yue's motorcycle!

How did she find out?

Chapter 4000: The beast of the burning wind and hot earth, Warwick! ()

"Creak, creak, creak."

Holding a handful of skewers in his hand, Wei Yanwu sighed as he ate.

"Brother, your cooking skills are really good. It tastes better than what I ate at the Shangshansi in Beijing."

As he said this, he looked at the circles of things in his hand and asked while chewing.

"Hey, what is this?"

Warwick glanced back as he flipped the skewer of meat in his hand.

"Oh, that's a bullwhip."

Old Wei nodded calmly.

I said the taste is so familiar.

I just love this taste.

"Grill a dozen more oysters."

Now he has become accustomed to guns and cannons. Once this kind of thing gets used to eating it, it will become addictive, just like stinky tofu and watercress.

Picking up the green draft beer cup, Wei Laoer clinked glasses with the remaining people, and they picked up the cups and drank them all.

The Emperor can’t do that. He can only drink through a straw with that mouth.

Tonight is the day before the Warwick Grill opens, and the day before the Great Emperor's "Land's End" bar opens.

In fact, to be honest, the golden bar sign is still very artistic. It has to be said that the emperor's artistic taste is still online.

But when combined with the large, small, rounded-corner characters next to it, no matter how classy it looks, it suddenly has a sense of absurdity as a small milk tea shop in the urban-rural fringe.

A bunch of old people like him came over to eat and drink for free, saying that they wanted to liven up the atmosphere.

Warwick did not refuse. This was indeed an old saying in their hometown.

On the night before the opening, after offering sacrifices to the gods, they would invite a few old men over for a meal, saying that they wanted to borrow some of their old age and be the masters.

It's just like letting young boys roll around in the bed when building a new house.

"Okay, brother, stop grilling. This is too much to eat. Come quickly."

The Rat King, who was happily chewing a bunch of roasted corn, clinked his glasses, put them down, turned around and greeted Warwick.

Lao Fan sprinkled chili on the skewers in his hand, turned around and walked over with a handful of skewers and a basket of oysters.

His way of grilling is quite convenient. You don’t need to turn off the fire, just shut up.

"Here it comes, here's my specialty, a big piece of meat, try it."

A bunch of skewers of meat that looked like huge swords were placed on the table. The werewolf set an example by picking up a skewer and starting to eat.

The rest of them followed suit.

Only the emperor was stunned for half a minute when he looked at the skewers that were longer than himself.

Then he shouted loudly.

"You damn wild dog, are you making fun of me?"

Old Fan glanced at him and said sincerely.

"That's right."

I'm just teasing you, so what.

The emperor was so angry that his eyes almost bulged out.

Although his two green bean eyes are not very big even when they are bulging out.

"Alright, alright, we're all brothers, so stop arguing."

Lao Li stuffed the fifteenth skewer of chicken wings into his mouth.

"Yes, harmony is the most precious thing."

After finishing his beer, Lao Wei nodded.

"Alright, alright, no more talking. Let's eat, eat, eat. It's rare that those women don't care about us."

After drinking a lot of wine, several people ate and chatted at the same time, and soon the table of barbecue was in a mess.

"Wait a minute, I'll make some dumpling soup."

Looking at the table full of leftovers and a few old men who were half drunk, the werewolf slapped his head and stood up.

"No, no, we're leaving now."

Several old wall lamps struggled to sit up, and Wei Yanwu stared at the chair opposite with a distracted look.

"Well, I won't bother you tonight, Hiccup."

As he spoke, he stood up shakily and patted the empty chair.

"Tomorrow, I will bring you, your sister-in-law, and your great-great-great-niece to come and support you."

The werewolf quickly reached out and supported Wei Laoer.

It's tilted all over the place, it would be bad if it fell to the ground.

"Okay, then I won't send you off."

Looking at these people, except Wei Lao Er and the Emperor, the Rat King and Lao Li had not drunk that much. Warwick quickly took the skewers on the table, heated them up with fire, and put them in a plastic bag.

Then he took a large garbage bag, put the emperor in it, and handed it to Lao Li.

Lao Li, carrying a garbage bag in one hand and a skewer in the other, and the Rat King, who was holding Wei Laoer's waist, staggered out of Lao Fan's barbecue restaurant.

In Wei Yanwu's home, four people who were still drunk from drinking gathered together, guarding a pile of skewers on the table.

However, compared to the drunken and restless appearance before, the four of them now gathered together and have completely regained their former energy.

"Okay, let's gather some information."

Wei Yanwu sat on the bed with his hands hanging down, as if the drunken old fool dragon just now was not himself.

"This guy is not the beast master."

The emperor held a chicken wing in his mouth and shook his head.

Now he no longer has any pressure to harm his own flesh and blood.

Anyway, it’s not my wings that you are eating.