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took my copy, and it was really there with her! "

Mushui: "..."

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Caglar turned out to have actually seen a psychiatrist.

His doctor still had a good time with him?

Then he also hypocritically said, I am a great creator, and I will not be moved by beauty.

"Who are you trading with?" Mushui asked.

The clown suit gradually surrounded.

Caglar didn't even dare to catch his breath, and said quickly, "It's Pan! The name of the organization is Pan! Jin is their leader! Jin is looking for the person who offended Katopas. So I'll take you Exchange. The person in charge of the handover with me is someone in the organization. I don’t know, I don’t know who it is... But there is a dispute between them, and they should have arrived according to the originally agreed time. But then the internal personnel changed, It seems that someone else wants to replace the person who was originally arranged to pick you up, so there is a delay."

"Pan..."

The Pan in Kaglar's mouth turned out to be an organization.

Why is it called Pan?

In Western mythology, Orphism believes that the eternal god of time, Kronos, created an egg, which cracked and gave birth to a double-bodied god in the shape of an ever-changing beast, named Phanes. The first born god, the ultimate creator of all things and all universes, is therefore also called "Pan".

Is the name taken from here?

Mushui collected his thoughts, and then asked: "Then what are your names? Do you have an organization?"

Kagra: "Of course! I and my many subordinates have established a huge organization. This organization is named after me, and it is called Kagra!"

Mushui: "..."

"Damn. A foreigner." Mushui couldn't help but speak again.

Cagra rolled his eyes again in anger, and almost passed out.

"How can you say that? Although I am your prisoner now, what will happen in the future is uncertain. You haven't really seen how powerful I am..."

Mushui interrupted him, and counted with his fingers: "First, you are so poor that you secretly live in other people's houses and put your old nest in other people's houses; You also secretly imitated Katopas. If someone’s surname is Ka, you should also be named Ka. Others use their own name as the name of the organization, and you also use your own name as the name of the organization. Fourth, you steal the appearance of Katopas, Dress like a dog, pretending to be an upper-class aristocratic gentleman... To sum up, you are not obscene enough. Are you obscene?"

"I, I, I..." Kaglar stuck in his throat, twitching all over, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Mushui's legs were a little numb, and he supported the ground and stood up.

"I have to take you to get the manual. Before that, you have to release my friend."

Cagra took a long time to ease the breath in his throat.

He said: "Okay..."

Mushui tugged him.

Caglar swayed and barely sat up.

Only then did he look at the environment more clearly.

Oh, what did the boy say before?

He said this is paradise?

Is this a paradise? !

Cagra didn't want to admit that it was better than his villa.

But if this is a paradise, then he is willing to admit one thing...

But...but if this is a paradise, what about the boy?

Cagra's eyeballs popped out suddenly.

"Are you Qi?" Cagra trembled.

Mushui didn't hear clearly for a while: "What?"

……

Behind the hung golden curtain.

Katopas sneezed.

He looked up at the gloomy sky, and said hoarsely, "Does Cagra want to die?"

Gu Fei said: "Probably so, they actually want to make a deal with us."

Katopas sneezed again.

When will these idiots learn not to call him so often?Can't they learn to beg Jesus God the Mother Mary to take care of what the hell and don't keep fucking Katopas on the back of their minds anyway?

He stared at the sky expressionlessly, and the manic depression in his heart reached its peak.

Another fucking day of mourning!

Life is really no fun!

The far side.

Outside the gate of the community surrounded by villas.

A taxi stopped outside the door, and the driver couldn't help sighing: "What's going on? Why are the doors down?"

Passengers did not listen to his ramblings.

The next moment, a man in a gray windbreaker with a bookish face rushed out of the taxi.

The clothes on the man's body were soaked instantly, and even his glasses were blurred by the rain.

The man was tall and straight, about forty years old, with shallow wrinkles around his eyes, mature and handsome.

He stared at the collapsed door in front of him, and raised his hand to take off his glasses, exposing the serious and cold face underneath more clearly.The last traces of bookishness were also taken away by the glasses.

He was clutching his glasses, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

Only a crisp sound of "snap" was heard.

The lens was crushed in his palm, and the shards scratched his palm, but the man didn't care.

His facial features tensed, a little blood seeped out from his palm, dripping and mixing into the rain.

"Makisui..."