Chapter 260 The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water
Wang Jun stood quietly. He could not comfort the young man in front of him. He did not want to just say the word "sorrow", but made a silent promise in his heart: "We must take the swing to a safe place."
This was an agreement that Chen Yangmei wanted but felt was unnecessary. As someone who had gone before, he believed in the character of Wang Jun, a latecomer.
The so-called friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, nothing like this.
When they meet once, they will talk to each other without any unnecessary words. He knows that when something bad happens, Wang Jun will go through fire and water and will never refuse.
After a long time, Swing stopped sobbing, wiped away the tears, and a hint of shyness flashed through her green and emerald eyes, "I didn't want to cry, but my tears didn't live up to my expectations..."
Holding Swing's forehead with his palms and gently sliding his thumbs upward along the hairline, Wang Jun said softly:
"A man won't shed tears easily, but it's just not the time to feel sad."
"Who said men can't cry? If you are a gentle man, you can cry if you want to, laugh if you want to laugh. If you are frivolous and romantic, your life will not be wasted. Just live according to your own ideas and don't care about other people's opinions."
"Mr. Chen Yangmei is so important to you. If you don't just cry, I will despise you."
"Ah?" Swing tilted his head and blinked, "Brother, didn't you say that you are a bad person? Why do you talk like a life mentor?"
"Hahahaha, bad people can be good sometimes, maybe they are pretending, maybe they have some good things hidden in their hearts."
Wang Jun rubbed Swing's forehead fiercely, making it look like a chicken coop, then he took back his palm and said quietly:
"If you are born but not nourished, you can return it if you cut off your fingers. If you are born and nourished, you can be repaid if you have your head cut off. If you are not born but nourished, there is no reward. Never forget it..."
Looking at Wang Jun's back as he turned and walked away, Swing was stunned and hurriedly chased after him.
He clenched his fists and silently repeated in his mind: "No life, no reward, no reward, never forget..."
The 10th floor underground is not as vast a space as imagined.
The occupied space can be seen at a glance. It is about three meters high, 100 meters long and 100 meters wide. It is a very regular square warehouse.
That's right, it's a warehouse that stores a dazzling array of historical relics.
Ancient solitary books, rusty bronze swords, bronze statues of human height, damaged devices of unknown purpose, crystal-carved skulls...
All kinds of strange things are placed in the display cabinets. Each display cabinet looks like a counter in a jewelry store. If you walk over and tilt your eyes slightly, you can see the collection inside.
There is no electricity in the huge warehouse. The vines around the walls, the grass under the display cabinets, and the buds hanging from the ceiling are all shining with a bright white light, as if they have been specially processed by technological means.
Wang Jun's nose twitched slightly and he smelled the aroma. The top note was like clivia, fragrant but not charming, the middle note was like rose, intoxicating and full of charm, and the base note suddenly became fishy, much like heather.
Special gas: Alpha spray, effect: changes the color of light.
It is precisely because of the presence of rich gas that the light in the full inventory is biased toward white natural light.
The storage and appreciation of historical relics naturally do not allow unnecessary color filtering. The Red Umbrella Company also racked its brains to come up with Alpha Spray, achieving the perfect effect in front of you.
Frowning slightly, Wang Jun turned his nose and mouth into pure water, and he could no longer smell the strange smell in the air.
At this time, Yu Qiang's eyes were ambiguous and he joked: "I'm familiar with this stuff. If you're interested, Brother Jun, I'll take you to District 8 to have some fun when you get back."
The most famous place in the Eighth District is called Xiaoyao Happy Street, which is well-known in City No. 36. Even the successful people in the Upper Third District also have some men who like to have a different kind of enjoyment. Whenever their wives return to their parents' home, or come back early from a business trip, etc., there are special circumstances.
, they will wear special high-collar gentleman's dresses, enter it grandly, have a good time, and completely relax their tired hearts.
"Bah!!!" Chen Yu spat on the ground, "If a man is born in heaven and earth, why should he worry about not having a woman? Do you need money for such a thing? I look down on you!"
Yu Qiang was not angry at all and said with a bad smile: "Does it mean that both Chen and his brothers like to have sex for free?"
Chen Yu:(lll￢w￢)
Sparks flew from his hair, and he raised two fists.
"That's enough for you two." Wang Jun glared at the two of them respectively, "There are not only ladies here, but also children."
Yu Qiang glanced at the 175-foot-tall swing, and finally his eyes locked on that face that could be broken by blows, full of collagen, which made people very envious.
The eyebrows are full of tenderness, as if engraved with the words "I am Xiaobai".
In the strong business, this kind of person is called a fat little lamb, and is the most suitable target for deception.
However, Swing Qian is now his teammate.
Yu Qiang raised his palm and landed it gently on his cheek, "He is indeed a child. It's my fault. You shouldn't have said this."
Chen Yu grinned and smiled at Yu Qiang's defeat.
Suddenly, Swing frowned and said, "Uncle Chen and you, don't spit everywhere, it will hurt the flowers and plants."
Uncle???!!!
Chen Yu's soul received a critical hit of 10,000 points, and his whole face became distorted.
"Am I that old?"
Shuqian frowned, "That's not the point. The point is that you shouldn't spit everywhere, and don't light fires randomly. All the flowers and plants will be unhappy."
Chen Yu was still struggling with being called "uncle" and was very unhappy. He immediately said: "Tch, do you know they will be unhappy?"
"Of course!" Zhuqian nodded innocently, "If you don't believe it, just try it."
As soon as the words fell to the ground, overgrown weeds spread all over Chen Yu's body. Dozens of thorns and vines hung from the ceiling, as if they could hang Chen Yu at any time.
Chen Yu was anxious in his heart and mobilized the aura of life, but found that the weeds surrounding his body were like taking root. The flow of aura of life in the body was blocked by the weeds, and the body could not be transformed into a body of fire.
"you……"
He really didn't expect that the youngest person would actually have such strength.
"They are indeed unhappy, but they and I are both friends. For my sake, I can let you go." Swing stuck out his tongue.
The weeds grew in reverse, crawling back into the cracks in the ground, and the thorns and vines quickly retracted and disappeared without a trace.
Chen Yu smiled awkwardly, but actually he was sweating.
If Swing really had murderous intentions, he didn't even have a chance to fight back just now and could only face death.
After the small interlude, the five-person team began a sweeping sweep.
Row after row, column after column, no historical relics will be missed.
Yu Qiang stared, but could not form the brilliance of gold and silver coins.
"No, Brother Jun, I'm overdoing it. I feel like there are no treasures around me. Are these things just put out to deceive people?"
"How can the underground level minus 10 be so small? There must be other secret doors connected to the real treasure house..."
Halfway through his words, Yu Qiang covered his mouth.
Wang Jun looked solemn, standing in front of a display cabinet in the southeast corner, his eyes staring at the warm white sword-shaped jade pendant for a moment.
At this moment, there was a sudden feeling between his eyebrows, and the imprint of the true spirit of heaven and earth hidden deep in it reacted, as if he was opening a dusty historical picture.