Arknights, are you a good person?

Little Justin eased the atmosphere and asked the Muirsais water clone beside him: "How will Mr. Qi Yuan come here?"

The other lifting platform is Saria’s battlefield. The only passage is an empty elevator shaft. Holhaiya can slowly move down in the air flow, but how can Qi Yuan come down?

"I'm thinking about the feasibility. Even if we consider that Mr. Qi Yuan and the preserver are from the same clan and have all kinds of incredible means, we can't rule out the possibility that he's just staring blankly at the top."

"Don't worry about it, Justin."

Muirseth's water clone shook his head: "Mr. Qi Yuan has already broken the elevator door and is looking for a way... huh?"

"8, 7, 6..."

She changed the subject, her expression suddenly became a little surprised, and suddenly started counting down, starting from 8.

"Isn't this the countdown for the rocket launch planned by the general manager?" Justin, the director of the Business Department, was a little puzzled. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but touch his chin lightly.

Eight seconds later, the answer was revealed.

Boom!

All the directors turned their heads suddenly, and a visible air wave lifted the floor, like a tsunami.

There was a loud thunderous sound coming from the front, and a person hit the ground with huge kinetic energy, and in an instant it was like a landslide.

"Qi Yuan is here."

Muirseth closed his eyes and shook his head with mixed feelings: "I never thought that he would choose to free fall directly... It's really outrageous. This kind of enthusiasm has far exceeded the level of completing the task."

A flash of lightning seemed to pass through Muirses' heart.

Could it be that I had been talking to Qi Yuan the whole time, mentioning intentionally or unintentionally the loneliness and alienation of being a racial orphan, which triggered a resonance in Qi Yuan's heart?

This possibility cannot be ruled out.

Thinking of this, Muirsas immediately perked up, rubbed his eyes, and stared at the door.

In the smoke and dust of the falling building, a silhouette holding a knife slowly emerged.

"Hello."

Qi Yuan's opening remarks are always so polite.

"You have made a wrong calculation if you want to deal with all the department heads of Rhine Life. I will be the first one to disagree!" Qi Yuan's voice was sonorous and powerful, highlighting his righteousness.

"..."

The directors and the chief commander nodded, almost forgetting that Qi Yuan had hung the portraits of the directors in the hall while they were away.

Qi Yuan's eyes swept over everyone.

There is the director of the human resources department who looks like a retired celebrity, the kind and old director of the structural department, the shrewd and capable director of the business department, the snoring director of the energy department... and the miserable director of the engineering department.

“Is this the Creator?”

Hol Haiya and the general were sitting side by side. At first glance, she seemed to have completely blended in. It was not until she spoke that Qi Yuan noticed her.

"So young."

Hol Haiya tilted her head slightly and asked, "Excuse me, do you carry the heavy hopes of an entire race?"

Qi Yuan shook his head slightly and didn't respond.

He continued to search for a while before blurting out, "Didn't they say Jeston was here too? Why didn't I see him?"

If this guy is allowed to walk around the laboratory, it will be a hidden danger.

"I let him go to stop Ms. Saria."

Hol Haiya answered Qi Yuan's questions, and the latter immediately nodded, no longer worried.

Go fight Saria?

That's fine.

Holhaiya took off quickly on the rotating air flow, distanced himself from Qi Yuan. At the same time, countless air currents gathered into a tornado, rolled up all the sharp metal pieces, and began to sweep towards Qi Yuan.

In high-speed winds, even a leaf can be accelerated to the point of becoming a sharp blade that can cut a person's throat.

"I'm sorry, it's not you who is wrong, but your tribe."

She apologized insincerely, then launched her most powerful attack. Spinning metal fragments rushed towards her, making crackling sounds in the air.

"Mr. Preserver, will you remain indifferent?"

469: Miss Xi's sharp tongue and kind heart (Part 3)

Danger.

Before the fierce attack came, Qi Yuan felt a needle-like pain on his face. A strong wind rushed towards him. Qi Yuan subconsciously drew the knife from his waist, and a cold red light flashed.

One wave.

The sword light rushed straight into the strong wind, shattering piece of metal fragments after piece, and then dissipated with a bang.

"Ok?"

Qi Yuan was extremely surprised and subconsciously looked at the sword in his hand, somewhat unable to understand the situation in front of him.

The sword suddenly trembled, as if begging for mercy.

"Qi Yuan, are you surprised? This is the battlefield with you that I have imagined countless times in my mind." Holhaiya's complacent voice came from above her head, sometimes far away and sometimes near. Even though she had gained a huge advantage, she was still cautious and maintained irregular movements, for fear of being locked by Qi Yuan's attack methods.

Strategically, she despised Qi Yuan and regarded him as a piece of cake, but tactically, Holhaiya always remained cautious.

After all, this was the first Creator she had ever met.

If Qi Yuan was accidentally injured, how could he be captured and used to threaten the Preserver who truly knew countless secrets and had been sitting there for tens of thousands of years?

"First, I will make you lose all your fighting ability."

She gently let go, and the staff was lifted up by the air flow and floated in front of Holhaiya.

The tornado responded.

Those blades that were cut off by Qi Yuan's sword energy came with great momentum on the wind. The breakage did not affect their performance. On the contrary, they became even more powerful because they were split into two.

"There are a total of 267 sharp fragments in this swirling wind. Qi Yuan, how many of them can your sword energy cut off? How much flesh and blood will be left on your skeleton when this wind blows through you?"

Qi Yuan frowned when he heard that, then lowered his head and raised the red knife in front of his eyes.

“When there are difficulties, overcome them.”

The knife trembled violently again.

This killing knife from the Texas family of Syracuse seemed to have its own soul and was telling Qi Yuan its demands. After Qi Yuan encouraged it, he raised it again and swung it forward gently.

A sharp red light flashed by.

A crescent-shaped sword energy shot up into the sky, instantly piercing through Hol Haiya's wind, flew upwards for a while, and dissipated in the launch silo hundreds of meters deep.

"You were hiding just now."

Hol Haiya nodded without any surprise: "But is this the limit of you, the young Creator?"

"To be honest, I was a little disappointed and didn't have a lot of fun."

"..."

Muirseth, who was watching the battle, had a worried look on his face. He always felt that the situation was in a stalemate. Even the situation where Holhaiya had a slight advantage was somewhat inconsistent with Qi Yuan's superhero-like power when he fell to the ground.

But, come on!

Muirseth clenched his fists nervously.

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Qi Yuan ran into a little trouble.

To be precise, Qi Yuan's knife encountered some trouble.

Before, in the capital of Yan State, he had swung his sword in a dashing manner on a rainy night on the long street. The sword he used was the sword thrown by the assassin of the general. The sword was made by Nian casually and was a top-grade weapon among ordinary weapons.

That's why Qi Yuan used it very smoothly and just threw it away after use.

From then on, Qi Yuan almost never used his full strength sword. The few times he occasionally fought were when he was fighting with Zhen Long and Wei Yanwu. When sparring with others, one should always know when to stop and it will be fine as long as the authentic sword intent is conveyed.

This time I tried it out, just like last time, and problems arose.

This knife can't bear it!

Qi Yuan swung with all his strength, and the long sword trembled faintly, and the light began to become irregular, as if it was desperately shouting: "If it's too big, you will die!"

Qi Yuan was very ruthless. He let it overcome for a while and then swung his sword again.

This time was a little better than last time. The long sword was expanded a tiny bit by the surging sword intent.

But the expansion is also limited.

The long sword was still roaring madly and vibrating even more violently, as if it would be broken by Qi Yuan's huge sword intent in the next moment and shattered into pieces.

Qi Yuan was so frightened that he stopped immediately.

This long sword from Syracuse has finally reached its limit.

After all, this is a gift from Texas. Even if Texas doesn't say anything if it breaks, it will still be a small problem. What's more, Qi Yuan doesn't have to use a one-handed blade weapon.

In fact, there is a sword in Qi Yuan’s bracelet, but the hilt of the sword is two stories high. It is specially used for big robots and is slightly mismatched with Qi Yuan.

But he still has the full spirit of boxing.

Qi Yuan thrust the knife back with force, and his momentum suddenly changed.

From being extremely sharp, it instantly became as majestic and heavy as a mountain. He clenched his fist slightly, trying to accurately aim at Horhaiya who was flying in the air.

"Cough cough."

A faint cough attracted Qi Yuan's attention.

"evening?"

Qi Yuan asked doubtfully: "I almost forgot about you. What do you think about the current situation?"

"Use mine."

Xi was silent for a while, then spoke with great difficulty.

"call--"

After she finished speaking, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately fell silent, still being as frugal with her words as before.

"what?"

Qi Yuan suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Or maybe some wonderful changes happened after the two people from Penguin Logistics went in.

What happened in the painting?

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The quiet and dim studio was divided into two by a screen. On one side was the calm and leisurely painter, and on the other side were the two penguin logistics people who were eating dry food while watching the game. In addition to the dry food, there were also delicious foods painted by Xiti on the table as embellishment.

"broken."

Hearing Texas say this, Xidong's hands suddenly froze and he listened carefully.

For a whole week, she didn't go to the peephole again or look out in person. Her knowledge of the outside world was entirely through eavesdropping, and she had already accumulated a lot of curiosity in her heart.

What is going on outside?

Texas said: "My sword can't bear Qi Yuan's power at this moment... Well, I have expected this day, but I don't know how Qi Yuan will deal with such a flexible enemy."

"Ah?" The Angel of Power was immediately disappointed, "I still want to see Qi Yuan wielding his weapon."

Remuel was unhappy.

The body moves with the heart.

The two Penguin Logistics employees sensed a gloomy atmosphere. They turned around suddenly and saw Xi Pingping's calm and indifferent face. The fresh atmosphere seemed to cool the air down by several degrees.

"a piece of cake."

Xi said calmly that what they were worried about was just a small thing like dust in the eyes of her, the number one painter.

They subconsciously split to both sides, leaving room for Xi to watch the fun as a VIP.

"Do you really think I care about this?"