"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! It shouldn't be like this!"
Early in the morning, someone's screams rang out in the Morrowind Stronghold. The voice was shrill and wailing, as if it was a donkey pinned to a stake and about to be beheaded by a butcher in the next second.
The sound of a pulley was heard in the corridor, and Bologg appeared at the end of the corridor pushing a wheelchair. Palmer in the wheelchair was screaming ghostly.
This morning, Palmer was sleeping in a beautiful dream, but Burlogo suddenly broke in and brought a wheelchair with him.
Judging from the dead look on Palmer's face when he was sleeping, Burlogo probably wouldn't wake him up. In fact, Burlogo's plan was the same, to transport Palmer out secretly, and when he was awake,
By the time we reacted, it was too late.
But what Boluogo didn't expect was that the moment he opened the door, Palmer opened his eyes alertly.
Thanks to the bad memories that Yu Zephylin brought to Palmer, Palmer's vigilance when sleeping has now increased countless times.
Palmer looked at Burlogo alertly and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Burlogo did not answer. He knew Palmer's character. If he knew what happened next, the scene would definitely become ugly.
"You come."
Boluogo nodded to one side, then stepped aside, and Vosilin appeared at the door ready to fight.
Vosilin is simply an expert in dealing with Palmer. As soon as she appeared, Palmer's expression changed. Boluogo thought that Palmer was afraid of Vosilin, but Palmer remembered what he said to Vosilin.
If you think about it now, it's just drunken gibberish.
But Palmer obviously didn't drink.
Palmer took a deep breath and warned himself in his mind, Palmer, you have made a decision, you should implement your own ideas and don't think too much about the future.
Then Palmer's face lit up with a smile and waved to Wosselin.
"Morning……"
Before the word "good" could be said, Vosilin quickly walked up to Palmer and stabbed him in the neck.
Palmer kept a smile on his face, tilted his head, and fainted.
Like a robber, Vosilin turned to gesture to Borogo. Borogo nodded in approval and struggled to carry Palmer onto the wheelchair.
While swaying, Palmer quickly came to his senses, and then he found himself tied up in a wheelchair and speeding down the corridor.
At first, Palmer couldn't figure out what was going on, but when he noticed that the person pushing the wheelchair was Burlogo and the large and small bags Burlogo was carrying, he realized something was wrong.
When Aimu packed up his luggage and joined the two of them, Palmer struggled so hard that he almost stood up. He would be too stupid to not understand what was going to happen at this time.
Palmer yelled, "Stop! Something's wrong! We're on vacation!"
Vosilin burst out from one side, looked at Palmer with a smile on her face, and held up a calendar in her hand. There were crosses on the date, and on today's date, there was a cute skull drawn.
Aimu whispered, "The vacation is over~"
Palmer was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and screamed at Bologg behind him, "I'm injured now! Shouldn't an injured person recover first and then return to work?"
"Compared with the medical treatment at the Border Sanatorium, Morrowind Bastion is still far behind," Bologg said thoughtfully, "Don't worry, according to what Jeffrey said on the phone, the people from the Border Sanatorium are already waiting for us at the Order Bureau.
Well, you will be transferred to the hospital when you arrive."
Boluogo took a look at Palmer's injuries, which seemed tragic but were not fatal. "With their methods, you will probably be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow."
"Hey, hey, hey! Is there something wrong with you?"
Palmer twisted his body wildly, and even his eyes shimmered, and the gust of wind briefly supported Palmer's body.
In order to escape from work, Palmer jumped forward with all his strength, and then... he hung in the air.
Rough gasping sounds were heard, and wet saliva swept across Palmer's face.
Laika caught Palmer in his mouth and wagged his tail vigorously. He looked proud, as if he had just saved Palmer who was about to fall.
Palmer was pushed back into the wheelchair again, and Burlogo pushed him forward expressionlessly, followed by people and dogs who saw him off.
"Ah...it's hopeless."
Palmer was discouraged, as if he had lost hope, and looked at the ground gloomily.
At the end of the corridor, the visitor had been waiting there for a long time. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall with a smile on his face. When he saw Palmer coming, he didn't stop him or say anything, he just raised his hand.
He waved his hand briefly a few times to say goodbye.
Palmer noticed the guy, and thinking of everything he was going through now, Palmer's expression gradually lost control.
"you……"
Palmer raised his plastered hand and pointed at Vonn tremblingly. As he raised his arm, the line of Vonn's handwriting on the plaster came into view.
This situation is extremely ironic.
Vonn looked at Palmer and said, "See you next time, son."
Palmer cursed unceremoniously, "Asshole!"
He was plotted by Fu En when he came back. Now that the incident is over, he is no longer of use, so Fu En just kicked him out!
Sure enough, after not seeing each other for so long, Palmer still can't stand his bastard father.
Vonn was so happy that Palmer was leaving that he even whistled to further provoke Palmer.
Palmer did nothing except keep yelling and cursing. After a lively scene, Boluogo pushed the wheelchair and took Palmer to the place where they came from in the first place.
The Gate of the Winding Path stands on the high tower. As long as they step through this gate, they can return to the transfer station and then return to the Bureau of Order.
The cold wind blew past him, and Palmer took a deep breath, trying to retain the smell of Fengyuan Highlands, knowing that he might not know when he would come back next time.
The work intensity of the field department has always been ridiculous. Even if there is no mission required, patrols must be carried out every day.
The random thoughts gradually dissipated in his mind, and a shimmer gradually appeared on the door of the winding path. Palmer felt a sense of relief, and the sadness of parting that he expected did not appear.
After that night's confession, Palmer felt that his mood had changed a lot. He was gradually overcoming his shortcomings. Maybe one day in the future, he would be able to truly face all of this calmly.
Laika seemed to know that Palmer was leaving again. She lowered her head and licked Palmer's face vigorously. In order to express her excitement, Laika lashed her tail back and forth like a whip.
He bit down on Palmer's head and swallowed half of his body.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Palmer kicked his legs vigorously. Aimu saw the situation and hugged Palmer's legs and pulled him out forcefully.
Despite the delicate and compact appearance of the alchemy doll, it was extremely powerful. In an instant, Palmer felt that he was about to be cut into pieces, and that his upper body was about to say goodbye to his lower body.
"Palmer is dying!"
Vosilin slapped Laika fiercely at the side, and the gentle caress fell on Laika's body like a heavy punch. The dog was stunned by the slap, and while spitting out Palmer, he sneezed again and again, and the crystal water dropped.
Like shotgun, it sprayed Palmer all over.
Seeing Palmer's look, Bologo no longer wanted to push his wheelchair.
Aimu and Wo Xilin hugged each other vigorously, and Bologe also rubbed Laika's head. Seeing such a big dog, Bologe was still in a trance, and he had a feeling, should he raise a similar one?
Pet ideas.
When the farewell session came to Palmer, only Wosilin was actually the only one who needed to say goodbye to him.
Vosilin frowned, pursed her lips, and her cheeks bulged slightly. Like Boluogo, seeing Palmer's appearance, she didn't want to have any intimate behavior with Palmer.
The atmosphere has reached this point. We can't drag Palmer back to take a shower and go through the process again.
Woxilin came closer to Palmer and whispered, "Not bad, Palmer."
"What's so good about it?"
There was a sticky and wet feeling all over his body, and Palmer was completely decadent.
"Compared to your past self, you have undoubtedly grown a lot now."
Vosilin raised her hand to her ear and made a phone call to Palmer.
"Come on."
She kicked the wheelchair and spun Palmer around several times.
During the rapid rotation, Palmer felt his stomach churn, and then the feeling of vomiting continued to rise from his throat.
Just when he was about to lower his head and vomit, leaving his last traces on Fengyuan Highland, Woxilin stepped on the wheelchair.
“See you next time!”
Amidst Wosilin's cheers, the speed of the wheelchair instantly accelerated to 100 meters. The adrenaline-soaking push pushed Palmer firmly onto the back of the chair, and then the chair and the person directly hit the open curved road.
In the gate of the path.
Crisp and neat, without any sloppiness.
After bidding farewell to Palmer, Vosilin turned to look at Bolog and Aimu, and then bowed to them to thank them.
"Then, please take more care of Palmer."
Boluogo and Aimu raised their left hands simultaneously, made a thumbs-up gesture on their chests, and then nodded vigorously in affirmation.