Arknights, are you a good person?

With Sister Chen's expectations and Qi Yuan's suggestions, Tallulah ran back overnight to prepare to reorganize the new Integration Movement. The biggest decision she made was to allow the Integration Movement to accept non-infected people, and with the drugs provided by Rhodes Island, it would be able to effectively break the curse of the infected.

Qi Yuan suddenly felt extremely relieved.

"Oh, I have grown up."

What made Qi Yuan even more pleased was that Tallulah changed into a slim military dress, a knee-length skirt with bare legs, and a bright red cape. All of them were made of fireproof fabrics that Wei Yanwu had customized from Thor Industries.

It is well known that Tallulah's awareness is directly proportional to her fashion sense.

The better your clothing taste, the higher your awareness.

If she still wore the straight military coat like before, which looked so depressing, Qi Yuan would not feel comfortable letting her go back.

Then, Qi Yuan returned to Penguin Logistics.

What greeted Qi Yuan was a violent storm.

"I know that you already have your own property in Longmen. The farm has made you rich. You don't need this job at all, nor do you need my friendship."

The emperor held a cigar in his mouth, with smoke curling around it, and uttered a series of low conjunctions from his sharp beak.

To sum it up in one sentence, it's "You still remember to come back?"

"Emperor, drink."

Qi Yuan slowly walked to the bar and quickly made a glass of iced whiskey. The emperor took the whiskey glass and took a big gulp. His anger instantly subsided a lot. He asked doubtfully, "I just have one question. Was this exciting?"

"It's definitely worth the money." Qi Yuan nodded.

"That's good."

The emperor nodded and said, "If Qi Yuan you are absent from work without reason and are just doing boring things, I will deduct all your wages for the period of absence."

"What about now?" Qi Yuan asked puzzledly.

"I'm going to give you a bonus!" The emperor slammed the wine glass on the table, and the ice hockey bounced out of the rebound: "Hurry up and tell me what you think. I want to write a song. The DJ will play it. Maybe it will make the charts."

Perhaps knowing that Qi Yuan would always bring good stories, the Emperor had been holding back his talent during this time.

I can't hold it back any longer.

"what? What?!"

Angel of Power also came over and asked hesitantly, "Did you use my motorcycle?"

Before, she and Qi Yuan had made a verbal agreement that if Qi Yuan wanted to drive, she would give him her beloved motorcycle as long as Qi Yuan used a sports camera to record the beautiful moments.

“I didn’t drive the motorcycle.”

Qi Yuan said regretfully, but suddenly changed the subject: "But I opened something even more exciting."

"what?"

The emperor immediately took out the lyrics book.

"I opened a mobile plot... This is confidential, so please don't write it into the song, Great Emperor. How about this, I will tell the story of three young people full of hope, and you write a song to promote it."

"Is my song something educational?" The emperor frowned.

"What I want to tell you is a story about rebellion, resistance and suffering. It's very rock and roll. Boss, can you write a style that... has both decadence and hope? A dreamlike, ethereal and decadent feeling. I like to call it post-punk."

"A new style?"

The emperor gently took off his sunglasses. He never expected Qi Yuan to make such a request.

"My appearance fee is very high. It depends on whether your story is good enough to trigger my inspiration." He shook his wings, slowly extinguished his cigar, and rarely put on an appearance of listening attentively.

"Absolutely."

Qi Yuan said confidently, searching through the boxes and cupboards, and poured himself a small glass of potato vodka produced in Ursus.

This story must be accompanied by vodka to be interesting.

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Dayan, Shang Shu.

This is a place filled with spicy aroma and a misty environment, which is perfect for eating hotpot.

The bright red hot pot was bubbling.

A fiery red flowered arm swept lightly, picked up a thin piece of tripe with chopsticks, tossed it up and down in the bright red nine-grid pot, shook off the peppercorns that were brought up, then rolled up the garlic and coriander in the oil dish, and finally stuffed the last bite into the thin lips.

"Comfortable."

The person eating tripe said it in a quirky way.

The most eye-catching thing is probably her fiery red tattoos on her arms, which are also colorful, like different colored metals melted in a flame. Her horns are also the same color. She has reddish white hair and pointed ears, which give her an alien and inhuman feeling. She wears a red tube top and white hot pants, with a long coat on the outside, which exposes her lower abdomen and thighs.

Nian chewed the tripe in big mouthfuls and exhaled a breath of fiery red air:

"You people from Simuitai don't need to just stand by and watch. Come and eat something. Go get a pair of chopsticks and make your own dipping sauce. Hotpot is all-inclusive and can be used for anything. I have everything here except sesame paste."

Everyone around him was indifferent and no one even paid attention to what Nian said.

This is the biggest anomaly for Shang Shu, who likes to hang out with friends to eat hotpot and play mahjong.

"It's pretty cool."

Nian burped and gently patted the side of the nine-grid hotpot. Without any other movement, the bright red soup pot suddenly turned into molten iron, emitting a warm orange light.

“Not even one person applauded?”

Nian suddenly felt extremely disappointed and took out a piece of paper: "You are so indifferent, I want to read the letter that big brother wrote to me?"

This sentence is more useful than all the actions just now combined.

The three people who had just turned a deaf ear to him suddenly rushed out and surrounded Nian, but Nian stuck out his tongue mischievously:

"Look, you were so stubborn just now, but now you are dumbfounded, right?"

The letter turned over in the air, quickly became dry and curled, and was quickly burned to ashes.

"Ah...it's burned."

Nian ignored them, stepped over the tables, chairs and benches, stepped over to the railing of the hot pot restaurant, and looked at the misty mountains in the distance. The tripod behind him vibrated slightly, and the metal solution vibrated like wine.

"Qi Yuan?"

Nian muttered to himself, asking doubtfully.

In the letter, elder brother Zhongyue focused on introducing this young martial arts master, and his words spoke highly of him, which made Nian feel a little confused.

Is there really someone in this world who can make big brother admire him?

Now I have to go and see it.

But I heard that the food in Longmen is light, and people there like to dip sesame paste when eating hot pot... Nian was a little hesitant, and with both hands he clasped a jar of spicy oil, a specialty of Shangshu.

"Is one jar enough?"

He took two more jars in the year.

307: Longmen is so lively

The air in Longmen is different from that in Shangshu.

There is no humid air shrouded in clouds and mist, nor are there mountains and rivers deliberately moved by the civil engineers. As the years go by, all you see are the bright lights of neon lights. The indescribable youth and vitality hit you in the face, making you want to take a few more glances.

"It is worthy of being the most developed commercial city in Yan Country."

Standing on the top of the barren mountain, looking into the distance, my small nose trembled slightly, and I didn't smell any spicy flavor. Instead, as expected, I smelled a mixture of shacha sauce and sesame paste, as well as rice noodle rolls, barbecued pork, shrimp dumplings, and fresh seafood...

"It's exactly what I expected."

Nian Chao looked back and saw that behind the slender body was a majestic and majestic tripod. The tripod was filled with smoke, as if it hid a world beneath it.

In the core area, there are two jars of chili sauce.

This chili sauce is really the right thing to bring.

Nian did not rush into the city, but walked around Longmen, observing this moving city and thinking about the contents of Chongyue's letter.

"He's a guy full of stories. As long as you're around him, you'll basically never be bored. Going out with him will always bring you new experiences. Talking with him is even more interesting than practicing martial arts behind closed doors... He's a wonderful person. It's rare to see Big Brother speak so highly of someone."

Nian said to himself, "But my brother told me to be careful. Why?"

The eldest brother is like a father.

I also started to respect this elder brother, who always spoke in a casual manner.

Some younger brothers and sisters even call Zhongyue "Grandpa".

Nian is a free-spirited person who particularly likes to be lively. He is the best at refining among the people in the film industry. His hobbies include shooting fine films that will go down in history, and cooking Shangshu spicy beef hotpot. He has a good relationship with his brothers and sisters.

Except...that guy.

When he thought of his missing second brother, Nian couldn't help but shake his head.

"Speaking of my second brother... why can I suddenly sense his presence?" Nian muttered to himself in confusion. He closed his eyes slightly and felt the wind blowing from the direction of Longmen. "Am I hallucinating because I miss my relatives? I'm not a sentimental little ink head!"

wrong!

At a certain moment, Nian's brows suddenly furrowed, and deep doubts appeared in his purple eyes.

It really has that guy's aura!

The relative whom I haven't seen for many years, the wanted criminal in the whole Yan country, actually appeared in Longmen at this moment?

"How interesting."

Nian's first reaction was to ask for help from her eldest brother, but as she continued to move, she followed the breath and came to a heavily guarded building. The huge "Longmen Third Prison" made Nian deeply confused.

It is obvious that the second brother Wang is in prison now and is sitting in the cell obediently.

If a wanted fugitive is already in prison, is he still wanted?

Probably not.

"Forget it, I won't go in for now."

Nian was extremely apprehensive, and took the step he had just taken back: "Let's take a look at Qi Yuan in the distance first."

It was the evening rush hour, and most people on the road were in a hurry. After observing for a while, Nian found some people who were very different from the monks, such as the old rat buying vegetables, the big koi bargaining, and...

A long black trench coat, mottled white hair, ice-blue eyes, scars at the corners of his eyes, and that unchanging elegant smile.

"Gangster theme, is it from Syracuse?"

Nian tilted his head and looked at this person: "Look at the direction she is heading. It seems to be the direction of Penguin Logistics?"

I have also heard about this organization from my elder brother.

They were a group of equally interesting young people following Qi Yuan.

Rainy night, gangsters, madness suppressed under a smile… Nian suddenly couldn't walk anymore, and his purple pupils followed Miss White Wolf all the way to the depths of the rain alley.

She has already imagined a movie in her mind.

It involves at least two love triangles, a love affair, a grand adultery, and at least two losers.

Wonderful, wonderful.

“How can I not love this world?”

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The white wolf's name is Lapland.

He rushed to Longmen with the Eastern Kingdom sword in one hand, his ice-blue pupils shot straight forward, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"The target ran here?"

Lapland muttered to himself, hesitating and not daring to step forward.

Even a white wolf needs to earn money to eat.

Her way of making money is quite simple and straightforward. Although she can play the violin, has elegant conversation and is a great cook, Lapland does not rely on those to make money. She likes to rob other gangs. When she doesn't have time to rob gangs, she will glance at the local wanted posters. While making money, she can also see which troublemakers are in the area. As long as she knocks some people down, the shadow of the White Wolf will stop over the heads of the local gangs.

I learned this from someone when I was repairing a car.

"Longmen..."

Laplander muttered to herself.

She found a mysterious wanted poster in a small city in Victoria - a monster that only appeared at night, known as the "Night Devil". Lapland followed her all the way, but failed to catch her, and even let someone run all the way to Longmen.