Chapter 69 We Come for You


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Chapter 69 We Come for You

Everything has a price. The reason why Bottiou made me give up everything and give an answer was simply because he wanted to pay the price for me, so I told him firmly: "No."

"Hey, you are such a coward!" Portio angrily knocked the tea bowl on the table, and immediately picked up the bowl and took a look at it because of its heavy force.

A short but eye-catching crack is clearly visible on the surface of the tea bowl.

He glanced at Yinzhi who was still sailing the boat, and silently pushed the tea bowl to my side.

"You just won't listen to anything." I ignored his behavior and tried to correct him, thus avoiding the topic.

Unexpectedly, Potio picked up the tea bowl in front of me and drank it all, then brought out another jar with a thud, "Don't blame me for being ruthless. If I don't get you drunk, I don't think you'll be able to hear a word of truth."

How could that be! I am obviously a very sincere person!

But after hearing what Portio said, I really wanted to tease him, so I lied, "Actually, I have internal injuries. I vomit three liters of blood when I drink."

Poteo looked at me suspiciously, but didn't dare to let me try it. For a moment he held the jar of wine, not knowing whether he should open it or not.

I simply opened it for him, put the cracked tea bowl back in front of him, filled it up, and poured myself half a bowl.

"Wait a minute!" As I picked up the tea bowl, Potio stopped me immediately, "I used the bowl you have."

I knew that was not what he meant, so I responded apologetically, “If I really had internal injuries, they wouldn’t let me out.”

Botio stared at me for two seconds, then he withdrew his hand and said viciously, "His dear, you fooled him again."

After saying that, Portio clinked his bowl with mine in a very generous manner and drank it all in one gulp. However, I didn't like drinking this kind of stuff, so I didn't bother to be polite with Portio and just held the bowl and sipped it.

It was not until Poteo was about to add more that he noticed the one millimeter drop on my side. He licked his fangs and said with a toothache, "General, if you can't drink it, let's put it down. You look like you are drinking some deadly poison."

Yan Qing, who was sleeping next to him, suddenly woke up and asked, "What poison?"

He sniffed hard and was choked by the smell of alcohol. Without saying a word, he snatched the half bowl from my hand and drank it.

"General, you move aside, I'll fight him for you!" Yan Qing said, moving to push me aside, and shouted to Potio as if declaring war, "Come on, today it's either you fall or you lie down!"

Botio glanced at Jing Yuan who was standing nearby and happily holding up his phone to start recording, and thought to himself: That's fine.

Not surprisingly, when half of the wine was left in the jar, Yan Qing's eyes were already a little dazed.

I put away my phone, pinned his arm down, and announced, "Stop drinking. You've already won."

"Really?" A light flashed in Yan Qing's eyes, and he seemed to have regained consciousness.

But if he was really sober, he wouldn't think it was possible for him to drink more than Poteo.

"You are such a unfair referee!" Potio protested, and before "Yanqing" could react, he fell headfirst on the table in an extremely cooperative manner.

After a few seconds, Yan Qing finally realized that he seemed to have really won. He tugged at my clothes with satisfaction and said solemnly, "Don't drink carelessly."

After saying that, he tilted his head, fell directly on the sofa and fell asleep again.

Botio raised his head and sneered, "You made me fall, little brother, you still need to practice your drinking tolerance more."

As he said this, Potio urgently sealed the wine jar again and said cautiously, "You'd better forget it."

I'm sure that Potio must have misunderstood something from Yan Qing's defense of me. "I really don't have any internal injuries."

"That's right, brother." Potio responded perfunctorily, and added, "Even if you vomit three liters of blood, it won't work. If you die here, Luo Fu will have to chase me every day in the future."

I imagined what he said: a cow cat is running in front with tears in its eyes, and a huge ship is following far behind (there should be a red light here), and then a person will stand on the top, holding a loudspeaker and playing repeatedly: Give us General Jingyuan back soon! Please return our General Jingyuan to us!

"Pfft." Forgive me for not being able to hold back my laughter. Then, under Poteo's gaze, I defended myself with a serious face, "I won't vomit three liters of blood."

"No matter how much, it won't work. If you dare to vomit, be prepared to scrub the floor!" Portio held his jar of wine back with great concern. It looked like this must be some kind of excellent wine.

Unfortunately, I can’t tell the difference, and the same goes for “Yanqing”.

It is easier to get things done if you have acquaintances. I didn't even have to do anything, Portio opened the room.

But because we didn't make a reservation in advance and used false identity information, the room Yanqing and I stayed in was a relatively cramped single room.

And because Portio was borrowing the identity of the train conductor Pam, there was still a special VIP room reserved for him.

"Wow, is this the benefit of being a nameless guest?" After seeing the difference between the two, Potio whispered to himself, "It makes me want to sneak in."

After saying that, he patted my shoulder fiercely and said excitedly, "How about, brother, come to my room?"

"Yan Qing" stared at him with extra caution, "No appointment, thank you."

Poteo nodded in understanding, "That's right, you don't need me to be on guard when you're here."

"Alert?" Yan Qing's eyes suddenly became clear, "What alert?"

"So you didn't know?" Potiou looked at Yanqing with interest, and then looked at me, "Why not ask your general..."

It was obviously inappropriate to call him the general in this place, so Potio changed the subject and said, "Ask your master."

"Yanqing" looked at me hesitantly, and I shook my head at him, indicating that it was not appropriate to talk about this in the corridor.

So "Yan Qing" nodded heavily, "I'll go to your room."

There is no real death in dreams, but it exists in reality.

The spirit flows into dreams, but the body remains outside. This is when a person is most vulnerable.

Fortunately, Yanqing and I didn’t bring any luggage, so the room didn’t seem crowded just because there were two of us.

I walked into the dream pool and lay down, nodding to "Yan Qing" and saying, "I'll leave it to you."

I don't know what hypnotic elements are in this pool of water, but the effect is so good that I can even hear songs and white noise that assist in hypnosis in my ears, so that Yan Qing's reply completely disappears in the blink of an eye.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a huge golden gear dial.

This is the golden moment.

The gilded high-rise buildings on both sides are magnificent, dotted with colorful billboards. Turning around again, I saw the statue of the Watch Boy standing in the center.

I touched the statue subconsciously, and after a cloud of mist, the Clock Boy suddenly jumped out, "Tick-tock - this time..."

At this point it suddenly realized that the person was wrong, and stopped talking in confusion, "Can you see me too?"

I nodded to it, "If this is not my hallucination."

——Even though this behavior seemed like talking to an illusion to others, it didn’t matter, because no one here would recognize him anyway.

The Clock Boy didn't think too much about it, but said happily, "Then you must be an adult with a childlike heart!"

I have reservations about this.

Didi! I don't know what the exact principle is, but it is convenient that Yu Zhao can be brought in and still communicate normally.

I opened the message bar and found that this message was not from Potio, but from "Yanqing": How is it, did you go in?

I took a photo and sent it to him directly. After thinking about it, I took a few seconds of video of the Watch Boy.

Not Yanqing: Wow! The living clock boy! Wait, this isn't the kind of role-playing that someone plays, right?

Not Jing Yuan: No, it's the kind that popped out of the Ganlu Pond.

Although he is not a human, it is still impolite to keep asking Clock Boy to wait for me to chat, so I put away the jade sign and asked curiously, "Do you know how to get to Liumeng Reef?"

"You know about Liumeng Reef but don't know how to get in?" Clock Boy said with some doubt, but he had no doubt about my motives and directly took my hand and asked, "Let's go now?"

Could it be that the Clock Boy also has the ability to travel through time and space? With this curious mentality, I nodded and said, "Let's go now."

When I came to my senses, the once glorious streets had turned grey, and the once bustling world had suddenly become much quieter.

But I don’t know why, I always feel a little uncomfortable, especially in my stomach.

...It can't be that what I said to Poteo has come true, right?

I pressed hard on my stomach, trying to suppress the feeling.

The Clock Boy realized this and responded, "I stopped time and carried you all the way here, so you might feel a little uncomfortable."

It ticked sheepishly and explained, "I haven't used this skill in a long time, and I forgot that it can cause harm to people."

So, it turns out this isn’t time travel.

Anyway, at least I arrived at the destination I wanted to reach, and even much faster than I expected.

I thanked the Clock Boy and prepared to set out immediately to find the elegy.

But before that, I actually saw a particularly familiar group on the opposite railing.

The one waiting with the sword in his arms is obviously Blade, and the person next to him wearing a coat and gesturing towards this side with a smile is undoubtedly Kafka.

I hesitated for a moment, but finally walked over and asked, "Is the Star Core Hunter here to enjoy the holiday as well?"

As he spoke, I could feel Blade's gaze looking at me particularly sharply, as if he could see through this outer shell and into my essence.

But in the end, he just said, "Jingyuan, you are becoming more and more embarrassed."

He didn't see anything after all.

......Of course he couldn't see anything, after all, even Jingyuan himself had confirmed my identity.

I sighed and pretended to be helpless, "I can still come here for vacation, how can I be embarrassed?"

Then he changed the topic and asked, "It should be difficult for you Star Core Hunters to have a day off, right?"

"Heh, taking a vacation at Liumeng Reef." Ren sneered and emphasized his words, "We are here for you."

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