heavy fog

It is not easy for any head of state to have a private conversation with others alone.

In particular, the target is still an unknown guy who has a history of kidnapping "government officials".

But this is Deep Blue Star. After Andos stepped into the office with heavy steps, he made a gesture of no entry. The entourage and guards including the secretary immediately retreated respectfully and closed the door.

Even the king's spies did not dare to lie down in the corridor near the door to eavesdrop.

—— Acting as a guard next to the flagship of the Ye Yu Legion, it's someone else's turn to be tempted?

"Where are you going?" Wen Luan grabbed the Great Elder's black robe as if he had eyes behind him.

"Sir, my recipe is different from yours, you can eat alone—"

Wen Luan dragged the Great Elder in front of him, and said word by word: "Expand the business of the Dark Council, understand? Try to sell your donuts to the afternoon tea snacks of the cabinet ministers, don't you want to work hard for it?"

Just kidding, there are few people on his side, so why do you want to run away temporarily?

"I've been away from the Dark Council for a few days, and I have to go back. It's such a pain for an organization with only one brainy person." The Great Elder explained.

Wen Luan let go of his hand dumbly.

The Great Elder took a step back and disappeared into the shadows. Tapir's ability could feel the subtle influence of this dark magic on the space.

hungrier.

Wen Luan tried his best to keep calm, not to tear the tiny cracks in that area, you must know that this place is just a dream.

It's not a nightmare, just like the most fragrant rice is also white rice, which can fill the stomach when you are hungry, but no one wants to eat white rice.

This office is empty.

Different from the buildings decorated with columns and carved railings, the room has a gray-white suspended ceiling, a wheel light like a black iron branch hangs in the center, and the windows are covered by dark green curtains. There are no decorations, and there are only dark squares on the ground. Brick, no carpet.

The tables and chairs are all simple and simple. The fireplace next to the wall is also a regular square frame. There is no fire inside. It is just a sealed architectural decoration, but there is a three-dimensional starry sky model with the emblem of the Dark Blue Kingdom on the fireplace.

The model is a silver chassis, large and small celestial bodies form galaxies, suspended on the chassis at different heights.

It really turns, and Wen Luan even saw a dense asteroid belt in a certain galaxy field on the left.

In the center is a beautiful aqua blue star, shining with charming brilliance.

"Fake." Wen Luan sneered, turned his head, and the silver metal ball rubbed over curiously to observe the model of the starry sky.

The light in the room seemed extremely dim, and Andos stood in front of the bookshelf with his arms folded, his electronic eyes brushing characters that Wen Luan could not understand at all.

"Welcome to visit my second home."

Cyrus stood in front of the table, and he quickly said, "I don't think you will like the environment of the first home. The research institute is full of instruments and wires. Mess."

Before Wen Luan could answer, Cyrus pushed open a door next to the fireplace, and there was light yellow warm light from inside.

Office, lounge... Wen Luan estimated the general layout, and glanced at the things on the table hastily.

Many electronic devices that he can't understand are playing video projections, a bunch of chips are placed in the box, there are also silver pen holders with white quills inserted, and not too thick paper.

Shire was still wandering outside, and Andos had no intention of following in.

Wen Luan didn't even think about it, he just chased Cyrus into that door - what was he afraid of, the tapir was in a dream, if he wanted to escape, he just tore open the dream, even if Cyrus set a trap for him to jump, Wen Luan was not worried either.

Behind the door is a long corridor.

"Say something." Cyrus called out the optical brain for identity verification.

"What?"

"Whatever, make an identity passcode and voice recording."

"Very good, I've wanted to beat you up for a long time!"

Wen Luan stepped behind Cyrus and punched him directly.

Cyrus' reaction was not slow, he lowered his head to avoid it, Wen Luan held back his anger all the way, how could he hold back now, stretched out his right foot to trip, and at the same time smashed hard with an elbow hammer.

This time Cyrus didn't dodge, he took advantage of the opportunity to hug Wen Luan's attacking right arm, and pulled hard, the two of them rolled down in the corridor together.

The shoulder hit the ground in pain, Wen Luan resisted humming, turned over and hit someone in the jaw with a punch.

Cyrus only had time to tilt his head slightly, and the hit part became his right cheek.The long blond hair followed such a forced side of the face, covering the collar.

Wen Luan felt that the beating was extremely refreshing.

In Meteorite Town, there are few opportunities to roll up their sleeves and fight with baseball bats. In fact, Wen Luan prefers to use fists directly. The numbness on the back of his hands can let him know how painful his opponent is.

"Crackling." Wen Luan moved his knuckles, and he was ready for Cyrus to fight back.

In the end, the opponent just put his elbows on the ground as if he wanted to get up, but Wen Luan of course refused, how could this account be so easy to settle, and two more punches were aimed at the chest, abdomen and lower back.

A normal person probably would have bent over on the spot after receiving such a few vicious blows.

Cyrus grabbed Wen Luan's wrist, and the two rolled straight out of the corridor for four or five meters.

One was furious, and the other didn't say anything but didn't allow Wen Luan to beat him. It took about five or six punches for Wen Luan to hit him. The efficiency of control was very good.

Tossing and turning, fighting for at least 10 to [-] minutes, Wen Luan was sweating profusely and his bones hurt from hitting him. Just as he was out of breath and about to give up this style of fighting, when he stood up and stepped on someone's feet, something seemed to hit his forehead. The two knocked on the door at the end of the corridor together.

"Tick tock... the vital signs match, good afternoon, Prime Minister." The identification device installed on the door automatically turned on.

Before Wen Luan could let go, the two fell through the door together.

"Boom."

Wen Luan gritted his teeth in pain and roared, "Don't you have carpets in every room?"

"Next time you want to beat me up, I will definitely remember to shop." Cyrus' mouth was cut and his eyes were blue. He was also out of breath. Luan beat him, he didn't have such a sturdy sandbag physique.

After tossing like this, being beaten is more tiring than being beaten.

Wen Luan rolled to the side and lay panting: "Damn, have you had any special training? In Meteorite Town, I can beat up a whole street by myself! Why didn't you use high technology today, and I still couldn't beat you up?"

"No..." Cyrus lay beside him without strength, "If a country, even the prime minister and scientists have to have the skills of special forces, can this country still be saved?"

"Are you laughing at my fighting ability?" Wen Luan was furious, turning his head to stare at someone.

Cyrus wiped the corner of his mouth with effort, looked at the blood stained on the back of his hand, and said slowly: "You forget that we were pirates?"

"Ah?" Wen Luan thought dumbfounded, as long as he and Shier had spent a few days with the interstellar pirates, Cyrus would--

etc!Cyrus didn't, but the succubi did, the ghost ship at sea!

Wen Luan immediately understood that in the age of great voyages, pirates must have excellent balance, excellent marksmanship, good eyesight and the ability to fight with a thorn sword on the mast of a ship!

Wen Luan finally understood where his fighting talent came from, and also understood that his old enemy had the same experience points as him.

but--

"It's not fair! In this life, I only know how to drive a bus... Mecha, but you are a politician in this life!" Wen Luan suddenly discovered that the gap between him and the succubus is not only 2000 years, but also has other abilities.

Cyrus was stunned by Wen Luan's yelling, and then he couldn't help laughing.

The long blond hair was scattered and stuck to the ears with sweat. The collar of the well-tailored white dress was also torn, and several buttons fell off, revealing the shirt and the slender neck.

Although his face was bruised and purple, when he smiled with bloody lips, he still had a kind of embarrassed charm: "You are wrong, in fact, I am best at making mechas..."

How could Wen Luan bear it if he was so indebted?

Cyrus tightly gripped Wen Luan's wrist - because if he was beaten again, he would really be unable to see people.

Seeing that the face of the fist was only a few centimeters away from someone's face, and no matter how hard his wrist was, he couldn't break free. Wen Luan tried his best to bump it with his knee, but the opponent was already prepared and rolled away from the ground.

Immediately, all the tables and chairs in the room were hit and staggered, Wen Luan was so miserable that he couldn't speak.

——These furniture look simple in style, but they are all made of solid wood or hollow metal, so it doesn't hurt to bump into them.

But the one who was beaten didn't say a word. Could it be that the one who beat someone still screamed for pain?This is too embarrassing.

In the end, they maintained the posture of one lying on the ground and the other clenched his fists, and stopped again to breathe.

"Let go first." Wen Luan ordered.

Cyrus didn't speak, but slowly let go.

How could Wen Luan be polite to him, anyway, he only said to let go but didn't say a truce, just grabbed his collar with his backhand and punched him.

However, his physical strength was exhausted, Wen Luan was hungry and tired, and this punch did not add any "mark of brilliance" to Cyrus' face.

Cyrus lay silently this time and beat Luan casually.

After a few punches, Wen Luan himself felt bored, so he rolled to the side to catch his breath, his limp limbs stretched out, and his clothes were so wrinkled that he couldn't see.Just listening to Cyrus's tired and rapid breathing, Wen Luan finally agreed to speak for a long time: "Shouldn't you explain your concealment and deception?"

"There is only concealment, no deceit. I am Ellen Incabus Cyrus."

Wen Luan's anger that had just subsided rose again, he turned over and sat up, glaring at the other party: "You have countless opportunities to tell me who you are, but you didn't."

"Our relationship has always been tense, and this time there has been an unexpected change. After awakening, I don't want to make you choose to return to the relationship with your old enemy because of the matter of tracking, calculating, and tracking down Syer."

The trust between the nightmare and the tapir has never been there.

"One night, what can you prove?" Cyrus said with a tired expression, "I feel deep when I love, it makes me still Cyrus, not a succubus. Only those who understand their feelings know that they will lose... ...Especially scary, you don't know how deep the other person's feelings are."

He lowered his voice and repeated: "I don't know about yours."

"Idiot, I'm still Wen Luan! Not a tapir."

"The tapir was frightened by the power of the succubus, it couldn't resist it in the deep blue star dream, and it was..." Cyrus showed a strange expression, he guessed that the tapir was also shocked by the memory of the night in the dense forest, "Who knows Did the tapir let you..."

Wen Luan's answer was a punch.

The other side of Cyrus' eye was also blue this time.

"Understood now?" Wen Luan crossed his arms and glared at someone condescendingly.

Cyrus nodded.

Wen Luan shook off his shoes, tore off his crumpled coat and threw it on the floor, then leaned back on the spacious recliner——

"Oh my god!" Wen Luan jumped up reflexively, rubbing his back in pain, "You don't even have a sofa here? The fabric of the recliner is so hard, are you trying to murder?"

"Comfort corrupts." Cyrus's view is reflected in the choice of furnishings.

They are all cold and hard, either black or gray and white, and the whole room is as cold and solemn as a court.

"Terrible taste!" Wen Luan muttered contemptuously.

He forced himself to sit on the bed, but the four-poster bed looked good, but the bed boards were still hard. The room had constant temperature, and there was no quilt or blanket.

"Damn! Xier, find me a thick quilt!" Wen Luan growled in the spiritual connection.

"Master? You guys, have you solved it?" Shier asked carefully.

"It can't be solved!" Wen Luan said angrily.

"The Raymond Gayton Mecha can't peep into the owner's privacy...Isn't it convenient if it's not resolved?" Shier said veiledly, "But you guys are very fierce. Once the door is closed, the war will start directly in the corridor?"

"Why don't you wait for him to deliver it to me?" Wen Luan was angry and didn't find the point.

"I support the master." Xier immediately stated his position.

"Ah."

"That..." Shier felt that it was still necessary to remind the master, "Beret said, Asmodeus is making a bet, betting that you or Cyrus will not get up tomorrow. I don't quite understand why you can't get up ?”

"..."

Wen Luan finally understood, he cut off the mental connection furiously, and picked up someone's collar: "Tell me quickly, who designed Asmodeus' personality program?"

"……What do you want to do?"

"Take that guy naked and give it to Asmodeus! Let him suffer the consequences."

Cyrus lowered his head to think, and then calmly began to unbutton the button.