Disaster Shelter

After the Disaster Prisoner's status was lifted, Wen Wen wiped his hands, and picked up the short sword with some expectation.

It was heavy to start with, after all, it combined the weight of more than a dozen daggers, but this was just right for Wen Wen, who thought the original weapon was too light before.

After playing around twice, Wen Wen slashed at the handle of a dagger, and the handle snapped off.

I didn't use too much strength. This dagger should be sharper than an antique dagger. It's not in vain.

Then, Wen Wen closed his eyes, the energy of the bloody heart formed a strange cycle, and the blade was covered with a thin layer of black energy.

With a swing of the sword, there was the sound of the air being cut!

Swordsmanship really requires the use of a sword. Although the short sword is not too long, it just feels different in the hand.

With just one swing of the sword, Wen Wen fell in love with this short sword. No matter where you look at it, this short sword can throw out the rune dagger eighteen streets.

This is also as it should be, after all, when Wen Wen made the rune dagger, Wen Wen didn't have the power to disaster the jailer.

Even if a weapon made by a cataclysmic powerhouse has no technical content, it is not comparable to ordinary super weapons.

Not bad.

Wen Wen nodded, then hung the dagger on his waist, and then his eyes swept to the residue produced when making the rune dagger on the ground.

Well... let's play like this.

He smelted the residue and waste on the ground, then wrapped it on his rune dagger, and briefly tempered it with cataclysmic energy. It took less than ten minutes, a brand new one with strange lines The dagger appeared in front of Wen Wen.

This dagger is the gift I want to give to Feng Ruixing. As soon as I join the job, I will give you a super weapon. I am so generous in other places.

Yes, Wen Wen prepared to keep the rune dagger for his own use after making the rune dagger all afternoon.

In the end, the things he processed randomly were the rewards he planned to give Feng Ruixing.

...

When night came, Wen Wen arrived at the reserved hotel on time to attend the dinner of the association.

Looking at the signboard of the restaurant, Wen Wen felt a little uneasy. This is Chef Fu Rong.

It shouldn't be him who cooks. I heard that he seldom cooks by himself recently. It shouldn't be him...

Wen Wenke knows what Zhu Qipei does when he is at home, and he feels uncomfortable when he thinks that he may be cooking.

It was late when he arrived, and everyone had already ordered food.

Detective Wen, what are you doing here so late? Lin Lu asked with a smile.

Two words burst out of Wen Wen's mouth: Practice the sword!

Lin Lu couldn't hold back, and laughed directly: Practice cheap, it really is your style.

The others also laughed, only Wen Wen's eyes widened and the other narrowed in anger, trying to explain to them which sword it was, but no one believed it.

But even though Wen Wen corrected him earnestly, he was actually very happy.

Since a certain day a few years ago, he has been single and never had any contact with anyone outside of work.

And now, although his relationship with these members of the Hunter Association is not very good, they are also the group of people who have the closest relationship with him in recent years.

Soon, the prepared dishes were served one by one. These dishes were not only full of color and fragrance, but also seemed to be glowing.

The boss who once disliked Wen Wen came forward, smiled and said to everyone: Today is Chef Zhu cooking in person, everyone is lucky.

When they heard that Zhu Qipei was cooking, everyone was in high spirits, only Wen Wen looked at the boss strangely.

It's not because this guy doesn't like me, so he tricked me by the way.

Well, today Zhu Qipei cooks in person, really because of him, but not to trick him, but to give face to his friend.

Anyone who can provide Zhu Qipei with a pig-headed doll is Zhu Qipei's friend!

Now that the dishes were served, Wen Wen was not pretentious, just stuffed a piece of pork into his mouth, and Wen Wen's eyes narrowed slightly.

Not to mention, Zhu Qipei is really good at cooking, no wonder the boss has such a bad attitude and puts up with him.

But Wen Wen is very curious about how Zhu Qipei feels when cooking pork...

Then, everyone at the table fixed their eyes on Yan Xiu who had been silent all this time.

Since joining the association, he has never taken off his mask, and everyone doesn't know what he looks like. You must take off your mask when we have dinner together this time.

Then, under the expectant eyes of everyone, Yan Xiu picked up a shrimp, stuffed it directly into his mouth, and began to chew intoxicated.

???

There are a bunch of question marks on Wen Wen's head.

What about the process?

You didn't even take off your mask, how did you stuff it in your mouth?

With so many superpowers present, no one could see what was going on.

He could only look at the emoji on Yan Xiu's mask, who was intoxicated by food, and looked at each other, relatively speechless.

All in all, the meal was very joyful. The oldest Kung Pao Ding who was sent off this time just looked at these young people with a smile, but rarely spoke.

Sadness is seldom present at a witcher's dinner party.

For them who may lose a companion tomorrow, the sadness of seeing off is an unnecessary emotion.

After the dinner party, everyone sat at the door of Furong Kitchen to sober up, bragging and farting, which was a rare and pleasant time.

Wen Wen blushed, enjoying the majestic feeling, it's not bad to come here once in a while.

Suddenly, the phone rang in his pocket, Wen Wen smacked his mouth, his eyes quickly recovered, and the pungent smell of alcohol emanated from his body, he had already expelled the alcohol in his blood.

Not only Wen Wen, but everyone else deliberately made themselves slightly drunk.

With the physique of the demon hunters, it is very difficult to get them drunk with ordinary wine.

Turning on the phone, before Wen Wen could ask, there was an eager and immature voice from the other side of the phone.

Hello... Are you Detective Wen? My uncle is crazy. Can you help me?

Wen Wen frowned and asked, Who are you, and how did you know my contact information?

My name is Li Dazhuang. I don't know how I have your contact information, but I just think that this kind of thing should come to you. The person on the phone said tremblingly.

It turned out that Li Dazhuang, so Wen Wen understood a little bit.

He had met this young man twice before, one time when he was arresting the Treant of Tales, and the other time was during the Furong River Paradise incident.

Speaking of which, this guy is unlucky enough. If this is also a supernatural event, he has encountered three supernatural events in a row.

Last time, I felt that he was unlucky enough, so I stuffed the business card into his hand.

Don't worry, tell me what's going on? Wen Wen calmed Li Dazhuang's emotions.

I seem to be very sleepy recently, I can sleep for a long time, and the alarm is useless...