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    "How can I bear to blame you for making a mistake, I gave you too much freedom and made you more lonely"

    Zhang Xinzhe's beautiful voice echoed in the study room, accompanied by the aroma of coffee and the bright sunshine in the morning, embellishing the taste of life just right.

    Outside, the bustling crowd injected life into this South Street day after day.

    Last night, he didn't rest very well, which made Zhou Ze seem a little restless even though he was lying in his favorite position now.

    It's still the most familiar cat poop coffee, the most neatly ironed newspaper, but it can't hide the emotions at this time.

    In his last life, Zhou Ze heard a story about how those prisoners sentenced to death felt in the last stage of their lives.

    Now, Boss Zhou has experienced that feeling.

    Xuanyuan Sword above represents a kind of despair. Even Xiezhi, who has been considered the best from ancient times to the present, has no choice but to "suicide" when faced with the pressure of Xuanyuan Sword.

    It's like the despair of those condemned prisoners who deserved their crimes when they face the trial of the people.

    Kneading between the eyebrows,

    After taking a sip of coffee,

    Just at this time, the old man came back with his broom on his shoulders,

    Since he cured that son's "disease" last time, Lao Dao's popularity and status in their circle of sanitation workers has been improved again.

    Not to mention anything else, as long as he thinks, it is also a matter of one sentence to organize a strike of sanitation workers in the West to seek better welfare.

    Tongcheng,

    Sanitation,

    I am king!

    "Old man, sit down."

    "Hey, okay, boss."

    The old man sat down opposite Zhou Ze.

    The little monkey rushed out, holding a wet towel in his hand.

    The old man took the towel and began to wipe his sweat.

    "Ask you something."

    "Okay, you can ask, boss."

    "yes¡­¡­¡­¡­"

    Mouth opened, but he didn't know how to ask.

    Because Zhou Ze knows that this question, the current old man can't answer it, but how to switch the old man to the one who can answer the question, it seems that there is really no effective way?

    Could it be possible,

    Now just kick the old man to the ground, try to kill him, and see if he can inspire a small universe?

    But what if the old man is not inspired and the old man is directly played to death by himself, what should we do?

    Tapped his forehead with his fingers,

    Boss Zhou felt that his head was starting to hurt again.

    "Boss, are you uncomfortable?"

    The old man asked with concern.

    "Well, old man, do you usually dream?"

    "Do it, do it often."

    "for example?"

    "For example, big girl, hehehe."

    "Have you ever had a dream like that, the one with a scabbard or a sword coming to you?"

    "Huh? No, boss. Poor Dao doesn't collect antiques and doesn't like to play swords.

    How could it be possible to have that kind of dream;

    As the saying goes, it¡¯s not true that you think about it every day and dream at night.  "

    Zhou Ze nodded, waved his hand, "Okay, you can go to work."

    "Okay, boss."

    The coffee on the coffee table was picked up and drank in one gulp.

    Yingying came over thoughtfully and refilled her cup of coffee.

    Later, Yingying walked behind Zhou Ze's sofa and reached out to massage Zhou Ze's head.

    She won't ask you what's bothering you, and she won't go to the bottom and want to share the so-called secrets. She just stands by your side when you need her.

    Zhou Ze closed his eyes, enjoying this kind of massage.

    "Well, Yingying, have you started using perfume recently?"

    "It's from Mrs. Xu, the perfume he extracted himself."

    "oh."

    "Boss, does it smell good?"

    "not bad."

    "Squeak"

    The violent friction of engine gears and the tearing caused by the frenetic intimate contact between car tires and the ground;

    Immediately afterwards,

    Lawyer Ann and the little boy got out of the car.

    Lawyer An was holding a blood gourd, and the little boy was also holding a blood gourd. The two of them rushed into the bookstore like the wind.

    Weekly??

    "Does Wang Ke know?"

    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­

    In the room of the internet cafe opposite the bookstore,

    Qing just took a shower and came out.

    She is wearing a red dress, a little girl, very cute and has a lot of temperament.

    I have to say that Liu Chuyu's level of buying clothes is really good, after all, he is also a person who knows how to dress himself up and know how to live.

    And compared to Qing,

    Her two little friends are a bit miserable,

    Liang and Yu both sat on the edge of the bed wearing briefs,

    The expression is indifferent, indifferent, indifferent.

    The clothes are dirty and torn, but there are no new clothes.

    "I already asked him to buy clothes for you, it was my negligence."

    Qing walked to the table, poured a glass of water, and drank it himself.

    "This time, the deficit is a bit big." Liang said.

    "Besides, why didn't he kill her!" Yu was a little puzzled.

    Because, they know that as long as that woman dies, then the ghost messenger in that bookstore can inherit the power of Xiezhi.

    At that time, whether it is used or eaten, it will be a huge wealth!

    Qing shook his head and said:

    "We are now his subordinates, his dogs. After helping the master hunt, how to deal with the prey is the master's business, not our business."

    "It's really aggrieved." Liang stretched out his hand and patted the bed board.

    "How did we get to this point." Yu sighed.

    Qing put down the water glass,

    Looking at my two friends,

    Very seriously:

    "We can never go back to that era, the era when law enforcement officers had the supreme glory, the identity that made us proud and proud of us has long since become a thing of the past."

    Paused,

    Qing continued:

    "But the beginning of the new era is still in our hands. We got on this car a bit late, so we have to hurry up and perform well.

    Don't complain, don't complain;

    Next time, even if one or both of us need to sacrifice, don't hesitate.

    The remaining one, sooner or later, will rebuild the law enforcement team in hell, and at that time, the names of the dead companions will be engraved on the highest law enforcement team stone tablet.  "

    at last,

    Qing said with emotion:

    We are no longer us, we are still us.  "(Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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