Bird: K of Green

The ideal still exists.Wherever he is, he is waiting for the oil to run out, but how can he hand over the long candlelight life before the oil runs out to the shackles.

The bird chirped very sharply, and the neuralgia hit his limbs in waves, but he didn't want to sink any further.The backlash of the slate was in effect, the thinking lost its complete sensitivity, old injuries, complications, the optic nerve of the left eye was cut off, and six power restriction rings were tied to his body.

It's okay, he can carry it.He has walked through the valley of death, fear no evil, for the priest is with him.The priest's gun, the priest's book, and the priest's language all accompany him.

He wants to act.

However, there is no rush for the action to unfold.

The decision to be in danger was originally to end the rest of his life with inaction after being locked up, but now it is intentional and still needs overall planning.He can't grasp the exact trend of the external situation here, but any of his actions will have a major impact on the external situation. The Patriarch of the Five Articles may have other plans to be implemented. In the current situation where the conditions, circumstances, and opinions of all parties cannot be connected , he needs to measure and consider many uncertain factors.Moreover, there may be a young chess player who wants to play chess with him, so he needs to improve the tacit understanding of the strategy, and he has to try to cater to that child's thinking.

He gasped for breath, his spirit began to slacken, and his head sank.He knew he couldn't keep thinking about as many things as he used to.

"Adolf," Liu Huan said, his blue eyes filled with steam, "I'm so tight in my chest."

Sukuna sat alone at the table, kicking his legs at a plate of black and white grids.

The green pond is blurred, the vegetation is setting in the sun, shining brightly, making people laugh.The girl who stepped on the bread ended the curtain, the red shoes danced, the roses in the evening poked out of the grave, and the little king cut open the fine soil to find the head he admired under the flowerpot.The garden is like a chessboard, and the sculpture is like a child. It falls in ten days, and the embers of orange glow make Zhanli wear a saddle robe, with smiling eyes.

The rouge suede hangs, and the wall is full of oceans, where fish swim and dive.The puppet in front of the white curtain jokes and speaks love words.The king's spirit wakes up on the bottom of the sea in spring.

26

At [-] o'clock in the morning, Nanakamahu, which was covered with mist, lost the solemnity of Chongyan under the high sun, and added haziness and obscurity.The spire of the imperial pillar towers into the sky. This tower, which has stood for decades and once represented the highest authority in Japan, has experienced two near-destruction catastrophes in the past. Repair.However, the shell that has been repaired makes it still retain its grandeur, and the shadow of the Prime Minister's Mansion not far away is dim and sparse.

Two buildings, one high and one low, form the political center of the country.

The streets are cleared, and there are no sporadic people.The pro-guards guarded the Central Provincial Department, together with the street corners and alleys with a radius of five miles. thing.The fog has not cleared, and the cabinet meeting is only 49 hours away.

The Prime Minister's Office is clean, the handle of the spiral staircase is shiny, and the upper and lower floors are silent.The curtains in the study room are closed, and documents and files are scattered all over the table. Only the paper shredder keeps running, making weird noises. On the computer screen, the document shredder is continuously working with blue light on.Saito breathed and exhaled, not caring about swallowing, there was still a lot to clean up.

He has been in office for four years, and he has not done anything but said nothing, and he is not careful. Some things are put on hold until the end, and then he thinks of cleaning up.In four years, from Dajue on Guochang Road to Zongxiang Rishi to the mysterious king, and back to Zongxiang Riji again, he burst into tears.If a person wants to survive, he needs to be used. He is willing and used to being used. Even if he is comforted and comforted in the middle, he still deceives himself and others, and ends up in a bubble.

Looking at the present, the cabinet is empty and waiting to be reorganized, and all the corpses are left for vegetarian meals. They have moved to the shopping malls for decades-the veteran and important ministers who have dominated the Japanese economy have clearly ignored the affairs of the court for many years, but returned to the political arena unexpectedly this year. His influence has already made people feel uncertain.In addition, Munakata Reisi took a strong step forward, dispatching from various provinces to corruption, and his control became wider and wider.Saito felt that there was nothing wrong with his resignation at this time. Anyway, the accounts accumulated over the years have been transferred to foreign currency, and what kind of life will be worse in the future.

While he was busy, the phone rang, it was the secretary's line, he hesitated a little, and answered.A young female voice came, Prime Minister Saito, Mr. Munakata sent gifts and letters.

Saito breathed out suddenly.Could it be a good stubble who came here now...

"what gift?"

bouquet of flowers.The female secretary said, shall I send it to you?

"No, I'll get it."

Saito put down the phone and went to the secretary's room without hesitation.Sure enough, there was only a bouquet of flowers with a letter.Bai Ju was upright, expressing his sorrow, Saito understood what it meant, opened the letter, and there was only one sentence in it.

- Thank you for your contribution to Scepter4.

Holding the letter paper, he froze for a few seconds, then gathered it into a ball.He couldn't help laughing, mocking.

Zongxiang Rishi, Zongxiang Rishi, what a self-esteemed person, and how good at mocking and ridiculing others in different ways.But do you really think this central provincial government office is a decoration... Maybe it used to be, but, Saito thought, but don't think that the political circle is easy to mess up--the old man Gojo is back--when Gojo comes to power, he is no better than me up.

The sea wind churned, and the sand slapped the rocks, crackling.On several piers, there were fishermen who dropped anchor, rolled up their bedding and masts, and were ready to go home.Like other crops, kelp has not been harvested this year.A few days ago, two of them disappeared inexplicably, but when survival was difficult, who could care about others.The same as ten years ago, death waved his hand, as if he had never been here before.

But the little tail of death said that it did come.

The white house on the edge of the cliff stands among a whole orange grove.The orange groves are verdant and dense, and at the turn of spring and summer, they are so lush that they are about to turn into green bowls, only short of catching the water from the sky and the sea.Affected by the warm Pacific Current and a humid climate, this provincial capital has cried so much that people wanted it to smile.Looking at it now, there are really days without a drop of rain.The old people also said that if the cold season is out of season and the solar terms are out of order, there may be disasters.

On the second floor of the White House, the TV is noisy, reporting the morning news.

Not long after Zi just got up, her hair was curled up behind her head, and she went to the bar first.He has developed a new habit these days, making a cup of hand brew first when he wakes up early, and he is very calm.Grind beans, boil water, and the spout pot gently rotates over the flannel and coffee powder, the hot water drips, and the powder is rushed out of a small bulge, like the cracked rock and soil before a volcanic crater erupts.Leaving the pot and putting it into the cup, the coffee liquid was boiling hot, he took a sip, and felt that the beans were sinking, and there was something missing, then he turned around and took out brandy from the cupboard, and added a lot of it.

This is refreshing.

Holding his glass, he briefly glanced at the news, all of which were insignificant, including Munakata Retsuji's face.

Soon, he drank the whole cup before starting to make breakfast.Ham sandwiches and vegetable salads, the sandwiches belonged to Sukuna, and the salad belonged to him. He cut up a lot of goat cheese for himself, but he didn't rush to eat. He just sat down slowly, with his forearms across the table and his right hand The index finger slid up the UMPC——he put all those treasures into it.At first, he only focused on the content related to the Wutiao family, and he was reviewing the rest of the massive amount of information layer by layer.

Liu knows everything about this country well. At the moment when the search is futile, the Wutiao Patriarch cannot be disturbed, and the kings can't be easily monitored, Zi thinks that she should start with Liu's treasures, or she may be able to detect the clues of the secret detention place .Although he doesn't know much about the classification of current materials, it is a bit strenuous to review, and after reviewing a few, there are some ambiguous items, but there are no real gains.But he is still calm, and still insists on manually scanning one document after another, at least he looks very leisurely.On the one hand, he can control himself and stop worrying meaninglessly; on the other hand, what he insists on is not relying too much on each other, but trusting each other.

Qin Saka picked up a salt-baked cashew nut from the bowl, and Zi Shun slapped it on the head. "It's still eating, it's not beautiful if you lose all your hair." Qinsaka gave Zi a small resentful look. "Go wake our baby up now, or wait?" Zi asked casually about the parrot that lost its owner.The bird could only tilt its head.

As a result, not long after speaking, Kotosaka jumped to the bay window and flew away.With the sound of flapping wings, the door of Sukuna's bedroom was swung open.The child came out of the house by himself, obviously washed up, refreshed and energetic, not like the young master who came back from his home at two o'clock in the morning last night.Zi blinked, somewhat surprised.Sukuna smiled and said good morning, then sat down naturally and started to eat.

"Leave one for you?" Sukuna pointed at the sandwich.

Zi motioned him to look at the bowl of salad. "No, I'll eat this."

"Hey—Zi, you've turned into a rabbit!"

"Yes, I am a vegetarian." Zi affirmed him, and after thinking about it, he explained, "Beauty, vegetarianism is worthy of praise."

Sukuna stuck out his tongue, stretched his neck and looked at the UMPC in Zi's hand, "It's a leak again, what did you see, can I help you?" The child's voice was very gentle, speaking slowly , no frizz, humble and appropriate, which surprised Zi.In fact, the kid just choked on him in a text message the day before yesterday.He thought the child was angry, and he returned to Kanagawa after two days, but he didn't know that when he returned home in the early morning, he woke up and his whole body changed.

"You eat first," Zi remained calm, and slid his fingers to the next page, "Eat well and go offer incense to Mr. Pan."

"Well, good." Sukuna nodded and said after a while, "I'm full.