Boluogo felt that his mind was in a mess. Even after he had sorted out his thoughts, he still felt tired. After nightfall, he returned to his home with infinitely complicated thoughts. He ignored Palmer's greeting and lay down directly.
I lay on my bed, closed my eyes and meditated, until I fell asleep in infinite thinking.
For several days, Boluogo spent time in this hazy state. Fortunately, as time went by, his tired spirit became refreshed again, and his fuzzy and confused thoughts became orderly.
Bologg rarely talks about his troubles with others. Even if you ask him to chat with others, Bologg will feel a sense of meaninglessness and exhaustion when the words come to his mouth, and refuse to talk.
Over time, Boluoge became better and better at this matter, and became more and more silent. Few people could understand what he was thinking. When he dealt with his feelings, another night fell.
When I woke up, the house was empty. Palmer was not at home. He had probably gone to the Immortal Club.
The feeling of waking up alone was unpleasant, which reminded Bologo of the days when he lived alone in Shenbe District.
Boluogo got up in the darkness, opened the refrigerator, poured himself a glass of orange juice, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the brightly lit bustling city.
In his first year of work, Bologo often did this, standing by the window and peeping at the city. At that time, Bologo's heart was full of a sense of detachment and loneliness. At that time, he was just as important to the city as he was to the city.
Like a marginalized person in society, he has no friends, no family, and no existence worth relating to.
The only difference between me and the homeless people on the street is that Zuo Fanglang has no shelter from the wind and rain.
Now, in the eighth year, Palmer is no longer in the same frame of mind, I have no friends, a few but vital contacts, I have taken the wrong job, and I have no friends outside the city.
own hunting ground.
Palmer is no longer the marginalized person he was eight years later. More and more people have seen me and witnessed my existence.
"You thought he was missing!"
"He doesn't look too bad, Palmer."
A slightly audible voice sounded from outside Zuo Fang's throat. That time, Qiu Qi was confused. The aperture twisted into strange garbled characters and flashed slowly.
Palmer felt that Zuo Fang came there definitely to listen to Boluogo's advice. I should be like myself, looking for a tense atmosphere to rest here for a while due to the pressure.
When mentioning that part, Hart's tone was a little less admirable and envious. In addition to being restricted by his rank, among the Tai Chi skills that I can master, according to Kemp's speed, I will soon become an all-rounder.
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Aimu was silent for a while, then said, "You have been here."
Palmer's sincere response disrupted Church's plan. For several days, Church squatted in the Dead Man's Club, reviewing his plans in his mind every day. With your exquisite emotional control, Church
Oddity will completely conquer Palmer.
The stiff atmosphere became dynamic, like a frozen river, becoming turbulent again. Zuo Fanglang and others once again made harsh noises, but Palmer didn't hate it. I hated that noisy environment, full of life.
The feeling made Palmer grasp the world.
Palmer repeated, "Everything is made to be used, and it breaks down just sitting there."
"Aimu?"
"Yes, yes!" Church clapped his hands, "You look like that!"
Boluogo and Aimu sat at the bar, Sere poured drinks for them in cooperation, Aimu thanked Sere, and Zuo Fanglang was not used to calling the night clan lord.
Church suddenly stretched out his hand. Unexpected by your sly smile, a faint light floated on Church's fingertips, and his nails slid across the back of Palmer's hand, causing bursts of itching and numbness.
Zuo Fang thought for a while, "In other words, do I need you to do something?"
Zuo Fanglang forgot one thing.
Suddenly, warm softness grabbed hold of Palmer's hand. Compared with Palmer's smooth little hand, Church's hand was much rougher and smaller. Zuo Fanglang looked at you and met your eyes.
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The shocking news filled Palmer's head, and I didn't think about anything useful except those things for several days. For this reason, I pushed the matter about Zuo Fang into a corner.
Just like a stew, as soon as one person finished telling a joke, the other one started telling another joke. Before the laughter stopped, the laughter started again, and it was repeated over and over again. Everyone laughed and coughed softly.
Palmer's mind was screaming. During the battle with the Speaker, Zuo Fang and Palmer fell together. According to the past, before he was discharged from the hospital, he would definitely visit his comrades. As a result, Palmer was killed.
Nathaniel stopped and met everyone.
Palmer felt that his muscles were tense, and his blood pressure was high at the end of his breath. In the past, I would only react like that when I was attacking and killing someone. Others also stopped playing the game and remained ridiculous and stiff.
movement, looking at it from the corner of his eyes.
In the past, Aimu would definitely be angry when Boluogo said that, but this time Zuo Fang meant what he said, and the chilly atmosphere became a little warmer.
Palmer read in Irwin's book that it was difficult for him to understand what a man was thinking. You are like the wind, sometimes caressing your face with gentle breeze, sometimes roaring wildly. You linger by his side, and then disperse for a long time, but
When he tries to catch you, you will escape from his fingertips.
In the other corner of the darkness, Wei'er glanced lazily at Zuo Fanglang, silently raised the cat's paw, and there was helplessness outside the cat's eyes. It pushed the gold coins behind the eyes back to Bode's back, the skeleton frame.
It shook a few times, as if suppressing laughter.
Palmer gradually developed that rule, until that time I completely forgot about it.
Zuo Fanglang is Irving, and Church is also a devil. Irving's story is of no use at all.
With the arrival of Aimu, the game was paused, and several people talked about recent events, but soon those topics were exhausted, and then several people started telling jokes.
Church said, "Angry? How could that happen?"
Hart has also tried it before, but everyone has the same style and talent, and the difficulty of learning the same Tai Chi skills is the same. Do I have the perseverance of Kemp? I persisted for a long time before giving up and switched to
And master one thing.
"What's wrong?"
"ah?"
"Is he taking it easy?"
Palmer finally agreed with Irwin's words. I can guess the faction and nature of the enemy's secret energy between life and death, and I can see through the enemy's various conspiracies, but I can only understand what you are thinking.
"ah?"
Outside another corner, Bode sat under a chair, and Weier crossed her body, as if taking a nap, but her eyes were open, and there were a few gold coins behind her.
"Well...you're still thinking about it."
"Relax, you're going to eat him again," Church took a sip of orange juice, "It'll be bad if you see something happen to him."
"Scenes like that are rare..."
Boluogo's eyes flashed. I wanted to help him as a partner for a long time, but he was weak and had a stubborn temper.
For so many days, I didn't think of that incident at all.
After saying that, Palmer took a long breath. I closed my eyes and continued to feel relaxed. I loved that kind of atmosphere, and Church's arrival made me wonder how cool the atmosphere was.
"He is still relaxing," Zuo Fang read the vague emotions, her voice was full of meaning, "Not a little... guilty?"
"That one is the deceased..."
"You are missing," Aimu waved his hand, "You just went on a long mission."
Zuo Fanglang is a very stubborn person, but when I realized that I was accurate, Palmer was very slow to admit his mistakes. I would almost argue with him, but I would fully accept my accuracy and find ways to make up for it.
Palmer had an eye-catching atmosphere, and I finally realized that the world needs idiots. We can dilute Zuo Fanglang's pressure, which is great.
"Because you forgot to visit him."
Zuo Fanglang responded, "It should be like that. Kemp said I didn't train and was just here for the time being. The same goes for Shelley."
Church said, "Need help?"
There was no time when Palmer felt that he was a lonely person, but when he recalled the past, there were many times when he was not alone outside of his memory.
After wearing bad clothes, Palmer opened the door and left, walking alone on the street. Many pedestrians passed me by, cars came and went, and there was a brilliant light shining under the plaque.
Palmer became inexplicably calm. I will be like that in the future. Church glanced at Zuo Fanglang. The blue aperture in his eyes tightened slightly, as if he had some kind of night vision function, covering Palmer.
The shadow is as thin as a layer of paper.
The cold and soft palms became soft, and a vivid expression appeared on Zuo Fang's face. You complained, "It's hard for you to lose your temper with his look."
Palmer thought for a long time and I said, "Yes, he needs to do everything."
Weier said, "Want to take a bet?"
You laughed warmly in your heart, and without saying anything, you walked directly to the bar, poured yourself a glass of orange juice, and then walked quickly and leisurely towards Palmer.
Oh my God, how could I forget you?
"You know, just kidding."
It's Church.
I walked for a while, like taking a walk, and quickly arrived at the Club of the Dead. When I opened the door, there was still this unfamiliar carnival atmosphere.
Boluogo, Hart, Sere, and a few of us gathered around the table, excitedly throwing dice, then moving the chess pieces, killing monsters outside the fantasy story.
Just when Palmer noticed that, the small door of the Dead Club was pushed open again, and a slender figure stood at the door. Your arrival made the happy atmosphere instantly chill, and everyone could notice that you were there.
This breath of hidden anger.
Zuo Fanglang felt that his voice was distorted, "Sorry, I haven't been busy recently and forgot to see him."
Aimu moved his eyes, and I noticed Zuo Fanglang outside the shadow. Palmer raised his glass, and Aimu also raised his glass to me from a distance, saying hello loudly.
"Wow, you guys actually still remember you."
"By the way, has he seen you?"
"You mean deep in his heart. You can feel it, like a twisted mass of seaweed, tightly entangled in him, dragging him back to the bottom of the sea and suffocating him to death."
Sere raised his head and said hello to Palmer.
"Why?"
Yes, it's not like that. In addition to serious dramas, the world also needs some comedies that use brains.
"Is that so?"
"Yo, he's here."
Aimu said loudly, but I explained what I was thinking. No one can guess.
"ah?"
Boluoge stood up, opened his hands and ran towards Zuo Fang. It had been too long since they had seen each other since Fengyuan Lowland.
Along with Boluogo's cry, it seemed that some kind of shackles that restricted people's minds were broken, and information related to the visitor flowed out.
"You're losing your temper, is that bad?"
"He still looks wrong," Zuo Fang said. "You thought he had been lying in a border nursing home? It turns out he came back a long time ago."
Compared with astronauts, they themselves are not an important issue. This did not arouse Palmer's slightest vigilance. When they exploded outside his mind, Palmer trembled, as if
It was like waking up from a nightmare, breaking out into a hot sweat.
Whether he knew it or not, every time before waking up from the border sanatorium, Palmer would take a look at Church. Due to the cooperation of the two of them, once Zuo Fanglang died and left the hospital, Zuo Fang, who overlapped with me,
Most of them will be injured.
Zuo Fanglang thought that it seemed like it was the first time for him to walk on such a road alone, especially if Boluo Ge was driving, or he could use the Key of the Warp Path directly. Now that the Key of the Warp Path was damaged, he also knew when Serei would be.
You can get a new one for yourself.
Zuo Fanglang wanted to say something, but he retracted his words as soon as he reached his lips.
A trace of disappointment flashed across Church's eyes, and then Palmer said, "He can just sit there."
Qiu Qi took a cup and sat next to Zuo Fanglang. He turned his face sideways. Instead of being angry as expected, he looked concerned.
What a monster.
Your gaze was like a torch. Wherever you went, Xiaojia looked away one after another, daring to look at him. But when Zuo Fanglang didn't move, you accurately caught Palmer hiding in the darkness.
Palmer felt that Church was lying. You turned into a man of steel on purpose. Palmer basically judged that it was your expression.
Just when Palmer was about to blend into the leisurely atmosphere, the small door was pushed open, triggering the doorbell below. Amidst the crisp ringing, a moving and unfamiliar figure appeared at the small door.
Palmer remembered who the other party was, and it turned out to be Aimu. We had not seen each other for a while.
Palmer looked at me, and for a moment I couldn't remember who that person was, and the same was true for everyone else, except Zuo Fanglang.
Aimu smiled and said, in the eyes of others, it was a very special greeting, but to Zuo Fang, it had no other meaning.
Palmer looked at Qi Zhou and sighed loudly, I was too focused on things in the outside world, and everything happening around me was ignored. I didn't realize it until that moment.
"Is that bad?" Palmer understood. "Is there anything wrong with being honest?"
Church was dumbfounded by Palmer's words.
"Oh, he is very chatty like that."
Bode said nothing, but I stretched out my hand and pushed the gold coin to Weier's cat's paw.
Church has no way to be angry with Zuo Fanglang. In this case, you are just like deliberately bullying Palmer. Although he is a perverted murderer who laughs when he kills people, under that kind of problem, I am well-behaved.
Like a student.
"But you dare to come closer?" Boluo Ge beamed, "Yes, it would be too bad if you recognized him."
"You think you are still bad." Zuo Fanglang muttered in his heart, "At most, you are bad behind the scenes."
Qiu Qi put away his thoughts and hit Zuo Fanglang with a resentful hammer.
"No point."
"You thought he would be angry."
Church narrowed his eyes, and the light formed a horizontal line outside the slit of your eyes.
Palmer said sincerely, "I'm sorry, you're really sorry."
Boluogo nudged Aimu with his elbow, "He is just a familiar customer to you. You haven't forgotten him after seeing him for a few months."
Church!
There are so many people like that nowadays.
"It turns out there is no cinema far away..."
"What if... give it a try?"
Burlogo said to himself in his heart, I would be happy to see Palmer's joke, just like when I was laughed at by Palmer in the windy lowlands, it would be a win.
A very important thing.
Zuo Fanglang looked at this person, was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise.
You are really angry, but you just want to take this opportunity to suppress the situation with a small army and force Palmer to form an alliance on the city to push back the difficult relationship. Just when Zuo Fang felt that he wanted to gain momentum, the open city
Suddenly, a small army of 100,000 people poured out outside the door, and a dense crowd appeared in the city. They came together from outside and inside, and surrounded Qiu Qi. Who knows how there were so few people outside the city.
"Kemp hasn't been feeling well lately, and his whole mood has declined. Apart from working and resting, he basically spends time outside the practice room," Hart said. "I also asked a few people for advice on Tai Chi techniques and the like.
With my speed, I should be able to master Tai Chi skills very slowly."
That time, Aimu still didn't respond. He just kept his head down and drank. Seeing this, Boluoge didn't want to say anything. The atmosphere was stiff for a few seconds, until the drunk Sere greeted a few people again to continue the game.
Zuo Fanglang said softly, "You are a dead person."
Zuo Fanglang knew full well that my way of thinking determines all my behaviors, and I would just admit it if I made a mistake. Palmer thought that there would be no problem if it happened.
Boluogo's performance was the most extreme. I burst into tears with laughter, and then lamented the absurdity of that world.
Palmer fell silent.
Boluogo's expression became awkward. I just wanted to tease Aimu, but it seemed to have really hurt Aimu. I knew for a moment whether I should apologize or give Aimu some suggestions.
Irwin's writing is very beautiful. If he knew Irwin's emotional history, which is as thin as a propaganda paper, Palmer almost believed Irwin's words, but then I thought that Irwin was dancing with a devil, and I thought again.
I admire Irwin inexplicably, and I feel that Irwin's words are still convincing and trustworthy.
Did Palmer pay too little attention to that matter? In my opinion, Kemp himself is the same, he is an extremely dedicated clerk, and it is abnormal to study so hard.
You feel like a soldier attacking a city, equipped with catapults and siege towers. But when the war finally breaks out, the opponent has a small door open and brings cartloads of generous gifts. It's not a bad idea to do this.
"He is so sincere and straightforward, even if you want to use it to say something or make any request, he will do it."
Palmer came to the bar and poured himself a glass of water. "Are they the only ones tonight?"
Zuo Fanglang was completely relaxed, and he was drowsy. Outside of his hazy consciousness, thinking about spending the night there tonight, and being extremely leisurely, many things that Zuo Fanglang had forgotten were quickly crawling out of his mind.
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For the dead, wealth means nothing to us, but sometimes I am willing to make some ridiculous bets for a little bit of meaningless wealth.
Zuo Fang took a sip of orange juice, and you complained, "You really don't feel angry now."