Lan Muyun looked at the man who sneaked in to occupy the magpie's nest while he was away, curled up his lips, walked into the room silently, turned around and closed the door.
"I'm back."
When the man saw the owner of the room returning, he didn't have the slightest intention to give up his seat.
He still sat carelessly in the leather chair behind the desk, and unceremoniously raised his legs high and placed them on the table. superior.
Lan Muyun didn't answer, and walked straight to the desk, looking at the other person's crossed legs coldly, his eyes full of warning.
When the man saw this, he smiled and put his leg down obediently.
Seeing that the other party recognized him, Lan Muyun didn't ask him to give up his seat.
He just folded his hands in front of his chest and leaned on the desk, looking at the uninvited man with cold eyes.
This man's dress is very weird.
His long and medium-length hair stands on end and is dyed in various colors.
His face is painted with thick smoky makeup.
His original appearance cannot be seen at all.
He also has a lot of nose rings and earrings, and even Even the lower lip was pierced and nailed.
The short black jacket is wide open, and underneath is a tight-fitting vest with specially frayed edges.
The lower body is a pair of tightly wrapped black leather trousers, high-top Martin boots, and an exaggerated belt with skull decorations.
Dress up in a punk style.
With this look, a group of parents in China would definitely forbid their children to have any contact with her, even if it was just eye contact.
"Looking at your expression, it seems that you have not achieved your goal."
The punk man looked at Lan Muyun's face and raised his eyebrows.
Lan Muyun glanced at the other party condescendingly and did not answer the question directly.
He sneered and asked, "Didn't you go to North America?
Why did you show up here?"
"Things in North America are over."
The punk man shrugged.
"So, your mission is over."
Lan Muyun raised an eyebrow.
"The end didn't even begin, so how could it end?"
The punk man chuckled and spread his hands.
Lan Muyun frowned slightly when he heard this.
Puzzled, he asked: "What do you mean?"
The punk man scratched the prickly hair on top of his head, which was held in place by almost a whole can of hairspray, and opened his mouth to reveal a big smile.
Lan Muyun could even see the pink on his face falling off because of his smile.
Come down.
"That's what it means literally."
The punk man said with a smile.
When Lan Muyun saw that the other party did not answer his question directly, he was not in a hurry.
He loosened his arms and walked to the bookshelf on one side of the room.
He took out two teacups from the corner of the bookshelf and brewed two cups of tea in a leisurely manner.
"Try the specialties of China."
Lan Muyun said while pushing a teacup in front of the punk man.
The punk man was not polite, picked up the tea cup and drank it.
"Evil."
After two gulps, the punk man bared his teeth and stuck out his tongue.
He threw the cup in his hand on the table and said dissatisfiedly, "How can you drink such a bitter thing?"
When Lan Muyun saw this, he looked at the other party with contempt.
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Hold the tea cup and slowly savor the fragrance of this fine green tea.
Because he was familiar with the other person's temper, the punk man didn't say anything when he was drinking tea.
He just watched quietly.
After the other person finished drinking, he spoke again: "Hey, don't change the subject."
"What topic?"
What did they say before?
Lan Muyun held the coaster in one hand and the teacup in the other.
The glasses on the bridge of his nose were covered with a layer of white mist due to the heat of the tea, blocking the sight between the two.
"I said."
Seeing the other party pretending to be stupid, the punk man changed his posture.
He leaned back on the large and comfortable leather chair, crossed his legs comfortably, tapped his dangling toes rhythmically, and said casually, "When did you start caring about the investigators?"
Lan Muyun heard this and sneered: "When did you see me caring about the investigators?"
"I'm not the one who went to visit the doctor."
The punk man said.
"Did I say I was going to visit a doctor?"
Lan Muyun snorted coldly.
"Then why did you go all the way to the special ward to see that bad doctor?
I heard that guy is gay.
Why?
You finally admitted that what you like is actually a man."
The punk man smiled evilly. said.
"General Keyes, if you feel that your life is too boring, I wouldn't mind helping you have some fun."
Lan Muyun said in a calm tone without any change in his expression after hearing this.
"Haha.
Forget it."
Upon hearing this, the punk man immediately put down his feet and sat up straight, shaking his head vigorously.
Are you kidding me?
The "fun" this guy is looking for is not fun, it is definitely some tragic tragedy.
"No kidding.
I'm just curious about why you went all the way to see that investigator."
The punk man said as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth.
If the person doing this kind of action is a beautiful woman, it will definitely be a sultry and beautiful picture.
But the punk man in front of him is wearing a heavy metal smoky look and this kind of action, which makes him look like a bloodthirsty beast and very evil.
"Don't you know the answer well?"
Lan Muyun didn't even look at the other person, picked up the tea cup and slowly played with it in his hand.
"Could it be that?"
The punk man suddenly paused when he said this.
The two seemed to notice something, and frowned at the same time, turning their heads to look in the direction of the door.
After about a few seconds, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, followed by a knock on the door.
However, before Lan Muyun could speak, the door was pushed open and a huge figure swept in like a gust of wind.
"Lan, I heard."
General Xingyu rushed in fiercely, his voice was like a bell and he just said a few words, but when he saw the punk man sitting behind the desk, he froze in place with a surprised expression.
"Hey, who did I think it was?
It turned out to be a bear."
The punk man crossed his legs again and smiled at Xingyu with an immoral look.
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"Kes, aren't you supposed to be in North America?"
"Xiong Lao" Xingyu, one of the six generals, looked at the punk man in front of him in confusion, wondering why he appeared here.
"The matter over there is over."
Keith Bassett, a punk man and one of the six witcher generals, shrugged and said indifferently.
"It's over."
"Old Xiong" Xingyu also had the same puzzled expression on his face as Lan Muyun just now, "How could it be so fast?"
"Tch, forget it, we can't hide this matter anyway, so I'll tell you the truth."
General Keyes snorted in displeasure, spread his arms on the back of the chair, and tilted his neck back, looking arrogant.
He looked at the two people in front of him with an unruly expression, "There was a delay in the intelligence.
While I was still on the road, the battle in North America was over
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