Arknights, are you a good person?

The Archangel nodded, and before she knew it, her straight long black silk legs were leaning on the coffee table, overlapping each other.

The attitude is very arrogant.

"Qi Yuan, go cook two dishes for me."

Qi Yuan said nothing and reached out to tap the Archangel's forehead.

"Well……"

Qi Yuan's hand unexpectedly touched the halo, and the Archangel squatted down with his head in his hands, and suddenly fell silent.

After a while, Qi Yuan sighed and said, "But the people I serve don't seem to exist at all, and I don't have any real power, only influence and status."

"Wouldn't that mean I could get a lot of free money?" The Angel slowly put down his hands and became even more excited.

The salary is already so high, and you're still thinking about collecting idle salary?

Qi Yuan shook his head after hearing this.

After a while, the Angel of Energy kept asking Qi Yuan all kinds of questions. What kind of adventure had he gone through to be granted an official position by the Yan Kingdom?

There really is no video footage left.

Qi Yuan was about to refuse when the door of the staff lounge suddenly opened and Croissant and Ceobe walked in with bags. Croissant was holding the big bag and Ceobe was holding the small bag, and the small bag in Ceobe's hand was getting smaller and smaller.

"Ooooooooo."

As Ceobe ate, her cheeks puffed up cutely. She blinked her red eyes and greeted Qi Yuan happily, her tail wagging like a flower.

"Xiao Ke, how come such a big bag of bread is gone in the blink of an eye?"

Croissant wiped his sweat, turned around, and suddenly snatched the small bag from Xiaoke's hand: "Don't eat it, this is for everyone!"

When the bag was opened, a rich aroma of wheat filled the employee lounge.

"Sniff sniff~"

The Archangel sniffed exaggeratedly, opened his eyes, and suddenly realized: "It's baked bread in the style of the Lateran Monastery!"

"But aren't you guys going to a fan meeting for some idol?"

Texas turned his head and asked in confusion.

"Hey, that idol's special skills are brewing beer and baking bread. People who go to listen to her street performance can get a free piece of bread from the Langdon Monastery. It's so delicious." Croissant praised the free bread.

It turns out that it was not an idol meeting at all, but a way to get free stuff.

It fits Qi Yuan’s imagination of croissants very well.

"Qi Yuan, you're back? Come and try some freshly baked bread, I stole it." Croissant waved and greeted him, and a piece of soft bread was stuffed into Qi Yuan's hand.

Everything is just as it was before, which is great.

Qi Yuan nodded.

It was not until he heard a cold snort in his arms that Qi Yuan suddenly remembered that he was holding a painting in his hand.

evening.

"Qi Yuan..."

Xi's voice was weaker than ever.

"what?"

Qi Yuan thought that Xi’s mental state was disturbed, or something else had happened.

however--

"Go away a little, there are too many sunny and cheerful people here... Yes, get closer to the taciturn Rupert, um, that's it, huh..." Qi Yuan took a few steps and changed direction, and Xi let out a long sigh.

Xi has a disease.

When I see sunny and extroverted people, I want to die.

Even if he was with Qi Yuan, watching him interact with the gloomy old man and the idle real dragon, Xi would not feel so uncomfortable.

Rather... I gained some very interesting insights.

After returning to Penguin Logistics, everything changed.

They just passed the food to each other? Qi Yuan even took it from him?

Xi wants to die.

Qi Yuan nodded and a plan came to his mind.

"Quiet down for a moment, I'll introduce a friend to you." Qi Yuan lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

"Qi Yuan!"

Xi was angry.

But as usual, nothing worked.

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Bang bang bang.

"Is anyone home?"

In the bar staff lounge, a meticulous painting was floating in the air, without relying on any external objects. Angel Neng looked curious and gently knocked on the door above the painting.

"No."

Xi Qingleng's voice was heard, and the atmosphere suddenly became graceful, just like the flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Is there really someone?!"

The curiosity of the Angel was immediately aroused:

"Come out and have a meal together. Our Penguin Logistics staff meals have lots of sweets. Do you like sweets?"

"what!!"

Xi lost all her gentleness in an instant: "Heaven hates it, Heaven hates it!"

"..."

"I will use a painting to tell you what Qi Yuan has been doing during this period of time. Don't bother me." Finally, Xi sighed and said that he had regretted his original decision.

How could I have been blind at that time? I wanted to see the earth outside, so I drew a door for Qi Yuan that led directly to the studio.

I regret it now, very much.

443: Lao Deng is downstairs in your house (3 more)

The beautiful girls from Penguin Logistics waited silently.

After a while, the door in the painting opened gently, and a scroll was thrown out like garbage.

With a bang, the beautiful wooden door of the small house slammed shut.

Surrounded by the crowd, they opened the scroll. In the painting, a young knight was walking down the long street with an umbrella. He calmly drew his sword, and the invisible sword energy penetrated the heavy rain. He left a field of corpses behind him, looking extremely cool and unrestrained.

"It's quite impressive."

Qi Yuan sighed and nodded.

It is indeed Xi. Just looking at this painting, it seems as if I have returned to last night, with a sharp momentum overwhelming me.

But Qi Yuan was not lamenting about this. Xi's painting skills were beyond doubt.

The main thing is——Xi didn’t draw randomly?

Why not seize the opportunity and act like a historian and frame yourself?

"Awesome!"

The Angel held up the painting lovingly and said, "Why is it like the interludes in those martial arts novels about Longmen? Qi Yuan, how long have you been there? How come you are having such a wonderful time?"

“Some martial arts novels are based on reality.”

Texas has something to say: "Just like some gangster novels are based on reality."

The Angel suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly.

The scroll had not been completely pulled out. Texas grabbed one end, and Archangel grabbed the tail of the scroll and slowly pulled it back, gradually revealing the entire picture.

"Ok?"

It turns out that the scroll does not have just one picture, but three pictures from top to bottom, representing Qi Yuan's three different states.

From defending against the enemy to killing the enemy, and finally walking away.

Everything is fine in front.

Just as he was leaving, Qi Yuan in the painting was holding a lot of harvest: a large bottle of Coke, a huge potato chip, Lao Bai Zao noodles, and several Bai Zao roast ducks...

Anyway, without the strong wine, the carefree feeling was instantly destroyed.

Qi Yuan: “…”

Without saying a word, he quickly put Xi away.

"It's pure fabrication. At the time, I was carrying a pot of wine and a sword, walking from the beginning to the end of the alley. The blood dyed the street red, but there was no blood stain on my clothes..."

Qi Yuan boasted despite himself.

"oh oh!"

Among the people present, only Angel nodded slightly and gave Qi Yuan face.

"Forget it, I'll go find Lao Wei."

Qi Yuan shook his head and turned to leave: "Remember to save my share of dinner, don't forget it!"

Qi Yuan comes and goes like the wind.

As soon as he left, a black and white figure appeared at the door of the bar. The emperor was like an old man who went out to the village to chat and came back contentedly.

"Ok?"

The song he was humming stopped for a moment, and the emperor flicked his sunglasses lightly, revealing his dark eyes.

"Why are you like this... What, Qi Yuan is back?"

"It really is!"

The Archangel came up and spoke at once. It took a long time for the emperor to understand what Qi Yuan had brought back.

"Don't worry, describe the Yan country official robe in detail."

The emperor frowned and asked.

Why is Qi Yuan so forgetful? What's the point of asking for an official position if you don't want something specific?

The Archangel continued to describe, but the more he listened, the more surprised the Emperor became.

He stretched out his wings and gently scratched his head: "From the first rank...what did Qi Yuan do? Did he save Yan Country without knowing it?"

"But Qi Yuan said this is a nominal position."

Croissant scratched his head.

"A nominal position is even more incredible. A nominal title of that level is harder to obtain than a real position... Alas, it's such a pity. After going to Yan Country, Qi Yuan has become less and less free."

Going to the imperial court in the capital was like being locked in a cage, with no control over one's own actions.

The emperor sighed softly and his eyes fell on the painting.

"Ok?"

He shook violently twice: "This... another one?"

The emperor suddenly fell silent, his whole body seemed to be stiff. The Archangel poked him curiously, and the emperor's stiff body softened.

"Let's pack up and leave."

The emperor suddenly spoke, using a negotiating tone which was very rare for him.

"Why?" Everyone was extremely confused.

"I am worried that the city of Longmen will become the center of the storm in the future..." the emperor complained.

"Qi Yuan, aren't you afraid of anything?!"