I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

"You should be able to eat, right...forget-me-not?"

The eyes of the forget-me-not moved to Li Lin who was pretending to look around.

Li Lin seemed to have a sense, and smiled charmingly: "What happened? What happened? What happened?"

Forget-me-not suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath.

Anyway, he didn't want to see Li Lin at the next serious meeting.

149 When you are staring into the abyss...

As a famous saying goes: When the atmosphere of the meeting is deadlocked, the best way to relieve it is to have someone shit on the spot.

This famous saying was just thought of by Li Lin and was born in 5 minutes.

The Exiles are noncommittal about the Reshaping Hand.

After all, what she has to face is the emperor of the liquidators of all Europe, the godfather of the Sicilian family, who once sent several immortals from Mansu back to where they should go, and even once incarnated some unremarkable names. Repulse... No one should take it lightly in the face of such a prestigious enemy, otherwise they will inevitably pay an extremely painful and heavy price.

When she came to Vienna to work as a liquidator before, she had never heard of the name of the Remodeling Hand, which only shows that the time when this mysterious organization was born... was too young.

"Then our agreement has been negotiated like this. You help others provide the environment, and they help you do the dirty work-this is very reasonable, don't forget me, my lord."

The exile bowed slightly.

"I hope so." The forget-me-not replied sternly, and their conversation was still going on normally without Li Lin listening.

The calm face of the forget-me-not could not help but twitch when I remembered that I had given Li Lin a whole case of fine [-]th-century Burgundy wine to distract him.

"Besides..." the exile's expression became a little gloomy, "I hope that the masters of the Reshaping Hand can help me find a blood relative. According to the blood relationship, she should be mine. elder sister."

The forget-me-not frowned subconsciously. The hand of reshaping came from the downstream of history in order to go back to the upstream of history. will be brought under their command.

Snyder, an exile from the Liquidator organization, was supposed to be torn apart by the pursuit of her biological father, the blood enemy Defoe, so much so that many prominent secret orders in Europe received part of her body tissue as Christmas gift.

——The history traversed by the Reshaping Hand has proved that the exiles will be defeated and killed in the struggle with Defoer.

According to the thinking of normal people, they shouldn't bother about it... But forget-me-nots don't think so. What they do is to drill scars on the surface of the world, like worms. In the pores of various histories, there is a road for lingering.

In other words, the more they deviate from the official history, the greater the chance of being left behind in the wave phenomenon.

For example, now - there has never been any historical record that the exile actually has a blood sister.

Suppressing the excitement in my heart, the eyes of the forget-me-nots became deep: "Naturally, of course we will do our best to help you find your blood sister, but correspondingly, you should also help us deal with some troubles... ..”

He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Secret sects that are entrenched in this era and believe in other existences; [official organizations] that seem to compromise with us, but actually contain malicious intent; monks and monks based in various churches. The 'Saints'; and our worst enemy - the Foundation who knows where we came from."

"I hope you can deal with these annoying things for us. In return, I can personally provide you with insignificant protection when your enemy comes."

"That's a pleasure to work with." The exile pushed the strange objects towards the forget-me-not.

"If you want to stay here for a while, please do so. Oh, don't forget, there will be a duel show in the bar the night after tomorrow... I think as a superhuman being with a blade, you should Will you participate?"

Forget-me-not looked down at the record book in his hand: "So, what do you think?"

The exile smiled a little embarrassedly, her eyes were like a ball of ink that was too thick to melt: "Your shot is really generous, master forget-me-this is really the best."

......

After the forget-me-not negotiated a reciprocal agreement with the exiles, he lost his demeanor and hurried up to the second floor.

He was afraid that Li Lin would give away the whole box of wine.

Maybe if I go early, I can save a few bottles...?

Forget-me-nots with such unrealistic fantasies were quickly disillusioned.

He saw Li Lin mix those bottles of wine into one bottle, hold them in both hands with a solemn expression, and then shake them crazily, the bright red wine pulp suddenly burst into bubbles, and the original fragrance and mellow smell did not return.

The forget-me-not was breathing heavily, and then hurriedly covered his face and walked away, fearing that he might lose control if he stayed any longer.

Seeing the forget-me-nots, Li Lin didn't even say hello, the corners of Li Lin's mouth turned down, and his eyes gradually became cold.

As we all know, there is no good end for anyone who makes Master Li unhappy. After a few minutes, Li Lin, who became more and more angry, took out the crowbar and started wandering around the second floor.

Compared with the brightly lit and fragrant first floor of the Walden Lake Bar, the environment on the second floor is more or less a hellish place, with gray curtains floating endlessly and thick gray and white mist everywhere, it looks like a cosplay source castle.

"Reach the highest place in the spiritual world, Origin Castle! It's so beautiful, Origin Castle, ah, isn't this Klein? Let's look at Amon in the distance, my family."

Li Lin muttered something that only he could understand, waving the crowbar in his hand to fiddle with the gray curtain in front of him, and occasionally making hissing sounds, fighting with the air.

As we all know, fighting wits with the air becomes boring after a long time. Seeing that nothing abnormal happened, Master Li, who became more and more courageous, simply started to walk forward.

Just a few minutes later, he stood in front of his own room door. When he looked back, although the way he came was dark, there were no longer gray curtains one after another.

Li Lin turned around calmly, returned to his own room, and locked the door behind him.

Those eyes were like a deep night, staring at the dark green desktop rising in front of him.

At some point, a logo with a color between pink and purple appeared on the dark green desktop, and in the box with the outer circle and the inner square, the coat of arms that belonged to the "Secret History" principle emerged without a doubt.

Li Lin opened the window in a familiar place, staring at the lively text in it.

[Someone has arrived. 】

[The signs are obvious enough—the wounds of Zhushi are aching, the knot of time has become loose, and the words recorded in the books are dim.All signs indicate that a long-lived person is close at hand! 】

[An immortal who is curious about you has arrived! 】

The countdown icon on the outer circle and the inner square suddenly cracked, and the white light disappeared without a trace. A dark pink card lay quietly on the table, and the abstract strokes were drawn on it, depicting a temple covered with A soft face pierced by a star-shaped thorn.

【Study of the Historians Arcana】

【She hasn't made any movements yet, just observing you. 】

Li Lin smiled disdainfully.

He took off his pants.

The last line of text suddenly disappeared, and Arcana looked away.

150 Drink more kaiselu

The sun wheel rotates, the hourglass rotates, and time flies by.

On the long streets of Vienna, smoke was falling and crowds were bustling, while the street lamps on both sides of the road had become brighter, dispelling the dark night and the faint chill that was about to fall.

Saturday night came.

The mysterious Arcana seemed to realize that Li Lin was really not easy to mess with, and since that rash appearance, he didn't deliberately cast his eyes on Li Lin again.

As a long-lived person, she should also know that there is an existence of the same personality behind her... No wonder the attitude of the Reshaping Hand has undergone a huge change, and the little forget-me-not is a little resigned.

Having figured this out, Master Li not only accepts the deal as soon as he sees it, but also intensifies the wool of the remodeling hand.

Li Lin’s actions during this period included but were not limited to pretending to be deep at the front desk to fish for the guests, following the inhuman disciples and waiting for an opportunity to knock their sap, and walking around in front of the exiles with oranges.

Knowing that he has a backer behind him, Li Lin is more and more confident.

For example, now, when the exile imitated the example and took an orange from the front desk, Li Lin was on the sidelines and said, "Don't walk around here, I'll buy you some oranges."

Compared with two days ago, the exile had a more secret smell of blood on her body. The faint scent of citrus in her hair covered up other smells, making people ignore it if they were not paying attention.

Several new guests were a little moved when they saw a little sister, but when they saw Master Li sitting next to them, their faces turned pale with fright, for fear of being dragged out by the vengeful Li Lin.

They could only stand not far away with glasses of wine in their hands, pretending not to care, and conspired loudly on the edge in order to attract the attention of the exiles.

"Have you heard? There will be a duel of braves tonight?"

"Of course, of course, John... You know, this kind of duel-style competition is very rare in Europe, and there are more in the New World, but the rewards will not be as good as tonight."

"Yeah, a full $100 million—no, no matter how you think about it, this is already beyond imagination. I even doubt whether this underground bar can provide such a large amount of security money."

They failed to attract the exiles, but Li Lin was attracted by some eye-catching words.

"One hundred thousand?" Li Lin raised his finger to the exile, widened his eyes, and took several breaths of carbon dioxide.

After being confirmed by the exiles, Li Lin's face suddenly showed ecstasy, and he ran towards the forget-me-not behind the bar before he even had time to say anything.

"What time is it, are you still playing discs?" Li Lin slapped the bar counter dissatisfiedly, raising the wine glass an inch high, and all the drinkers around immediately glared at him.

Li Lin chuckled and snapped his fingers: "A glass of Louis XIII for each person. I'll treat you."

Louis XIII is a wine that originated in Paris, France. The winery started only 50 years ago, but it has gained a reputation no less than that of old famous wines. Many wine lovers agree that it will become the most famous wine in a century A successful wine.

The lavish master Li instantly won the cheers of everyone present, and they all raised their wine glasses to pay respects to Li Lin.

Li Lin, who was blown away when he was touted, smiled, waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and then said in a low voice to the waitress who appeared at the front desk: "The bill is with the forget-me-not."

Li Lin picked up a glass of milk, ignored the astonished waiter, and left, intending to look for forget-me-nots.

He failed, a group of well-dressed men and women blocked his way, and Li Lin lost his way again after turning around.

So in the corner of the bar, Li Lin was holding milk and pretending to be a fortune teller with deep eyes.

Tarot cards, crystal balls, pendulums, yarrow and tortoiseshell copper coins were scattered around the table.

A middle-aged bald man carefully sat in front of Li Lin, looking at Li Lin who closed his eyes and meditated, and asked a little worried: "Master...I want to ask—"

"No need to say more." Li Lin opened his eyes, his eyes were as deep as the night, and he pointed at the man, "You are under a lot of pressure, aren't you?"

"Yes, that's right!" The middle-aged man trembled.

Nonsense, if you are all fucking bald, can you not be stressed?Li Lin curled his lips secretly, and said casually: "Is there something wrong with the family? Your salary is getting less and less, but the work pressure is increasing. Your wife may not be satisfied with you either."

"Yes, that's right!" The middle-aged man trembled again.

Li Lin laughed out loud, middle-aged men all over the world looked like fools.

"Master, what should I do?" the middle-aged man asked.

"It's hopeless. Let's reopen it as soon as possible." Li Lin floated away with the milk, leaving a group of confused middle-aged men and women standing there.

This time he learned his lesson, and once again squeezed into the crowd with great effort, came to the front desk clerk and shouted, "Where's the forget-me-not? I'll look for him!"

"If you want to find the forget-me-not, please follow the following route... you can find him."

I don’t know who stipulated that all whispers must be like this and so, and a paragraph should be omitted reasonably.

Li Lin turned around, only to find that another wave of people had entered the Walden Pond Bar, and his way was blocked. He shouted several times, but was blocked by the indifferent guests in front.

Li Lin didn't believe in evil, so he reached out and patted the fat man in front of him on the shoulder: "The boss wants to buy you a glass of good wine, so go to the bar."

The greedy Fei Fei didn't have any doubts, thanked Li Lin, turned and left.

In front of Feifei is a tall woman with a tall and graceful figure from her back.

Li Lin showed an evil smile, quietly leaned forward, poured the milk in his hand on her skirt, and walked away amidst her panicked screams.

The next one is a thin man with a wig on his head.

Li Lin reached out and took off his wig and threw it to the side. Taking the opportunity to break through the crowd, he saw a door marked with a toilet pattern in front of him.

When I opened the door and entered, I saw a forget-me-not in a tuxedo walking out.

While Li Lin was gloating that his poop was on his clothes, he leaned against the wall in a deep posture.

It would have been better if he hadn't blocked the toilet door.

The forget-me-not's face darkened visible to the naked eye, and he took a deep breath. Just as he was about to say something, Li Lin's voice rang in his ears.

"Fun fact, when people poop, part of the poop molecules will float in the air in the form of smell, so taking a deep breath in the toilet is equivalent to inhaling poop in a storm."

Li Lin's knowledge popularization made Forget-Me-Not freeze up.

Taking this opportunity, Li Lin quickly proposed to sign up for the duel of brave men.

"Just because of this, you came to block my door?" Forget-me-not almost thought that there was something wrong with his spirit, "That's it?"

"Of course not." Li Lin shook the empty wine glass with a sinister expression, "A total of 5 minutes and 14 seconds have passed since you entered the toilet."

"what......?"

"For the first 40 seconds, you were taking off your obstructing clothes, and there was no sound for the next 191 seconds. It was obvious that you were holding back. It took another 1 minute and 14 seconds before the first sound of water came. 10 seconds, and then another 81 seconds..."

Li Lin reached out and stuffed the empty cup into the forget-me-not's hand, and said earnestly: "Remember to drink plenty of hot water, and if you can't afford it, you can drink more Kaiselu." 0., ⑧ ③ ⑦. [-] ② ∨.⑨⑤

He turned and left, hiding his merit and fame deeply.

The black boxing competition is about to start, Li Lin must prepare well.

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