After Domino withdrew from the impassioned state, she was a little at a loss for the applause and praise of the two, she thought it was just talking, and then she couldn't help but say what was in her heart.

The reason is probably that in this deep-sea prison isolated from the inside and outside, it is difficult to have this kind of opportunity to chat, at this time, someone chats with her, and if it is smooth, there will naturally be more words, and there will be someone to talk to in her heart.

It doesn't matter what love is in love or anything, it's just that the person who tells the story, there must always be someone who listens to the story, one is willing to listen, and the other is willing to tell, so that the story can continue.

Like, you have a story, I have wine, it's good!

In Moriah's mind, this is good, he likes to listen to or read stories, listen to or read other people's stories, plus, take a sip of sweet red wine, or make a cup of fragrant tea, spend time in the chatter between the two, or enjoy in the wind chimes.

At that time, when he had the opportunity, he also went to be the person in the story, to be heard or read by the world.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Moria, for saying such strange things to you."

Domino blushed and didn't dare to look at the two of them anymore, so he hurriedly pressed the brim of his hat to the bottom and looked straight out of the elevator, pretending that nothing happened.

She was entangled in her heart at this time, what was going on today, strange words, she said a lot, obviously she usually did more and said less, or even just watched and didn't say anything.

After thinking about it for a while, it didn't work, so I could only blame the reason on the strange Seven Martial Seas beside me.

Yes, in Domino's opinion, this Seven Martial Seas is indeed a bit weird, and it is not that she has never seen the Seven Martial Seas of His Majesty.

Now there are two Seven Martial Seas locked up in the prison, and when I escorted them to the prison, I didn't see them say anything, and there was obviously a deep gap between the two - officials and thieves!

But the one next to him is very different, he doesn't seem to be resistant to the navy, there is no trace of falsification, it seems that in his opinion, he doesn't think he is a thief, not a pirate who is not in the same sky as the navy.

So what is it?

It's really strange, it's obviously a top-level pirate under the Four Emperors!

She couldn't help but mutter, strange guy.

And Moria looked at Domino, who was already obsessed with her inner world, although she didn't know what she was thinking, but Moria knew that the other party needed space and time alone at this time, so she didn't talk anymore.

The three of them were silent for a moment, accompanied by the "bang" of the iron chain, and a quarter of an hour later, when the shaking elevator reached the fourth basement floor, it stopped with a "clang" sound.

This lift, the quality is not good, Moria thought to herself, not only is it very noisy, but it is also unstable and vibrates all the time, plus when it starts and stops, it is so "violent".

Bad user experience, bad reviews!

"Alright, we're at our destination, Level 4 Scorching Hell in the Fourth Basement"

Hannibal was the first to step out of the elevator and said to Moria.

"This is the scorched floor where Prison Director Magellan is"

Moria stepped on the floor floor, the heat wave hit her face, her body and mind felt baked, and she felt a little irritable inexplicably, "It's really worthy of the name, this restless hell"

The visible waves of air are rising, and even the air is becoming oppressive and dull, and everything in sight seems to be baked by the stove, turning brown and emitting fire.

Moria also took the leisure to notice Domino's long golden hair, which was still shiny and shiny, elastic and tight, and had not become frizzy, split ends, or yellow from the dryness of the air.

Cruel! Miss Domino, what kind of care shampoo do you use? Ask for grass!

Uh, maybe it's natural beauty?

"So, where is Magellan?" , Moria thought about it, but still didn't ask the above questions, it was too damaging to the image, or when the two were alone, they slowly discussed it.

Ha? When are you alone? Who knows? In a dream, right?

A few men walked down the aisle, and Domino walked in front of him.

"Administrator Magellan has diarrhea for about 10 hours a day, and diarrhea in the bathroom is a must for him every day"

"Sleep is 8 hours, minus meals and rest"

"He works about four hours a day."

If you change the diarrhea time to spare time, it is probably a gold-collar life.

Tut-tut, alas!

Moria couldn't help complaining, "The squatting pit king is, can he still be called the director?" ”

Domino was accustomed to the "prejudice" of others against his own director, and told some "big truths" for his director.

"In times of crisis, he is still very reliable"

After a while, they arrived at Magellan's office, and after letting the guards at the door open the door, everyone went in directly.

I didn't see it, I only heard the sound of the water flushing.

Moria looked and saw that there was neither a couch nor a spare chair to do, the only chair that belonged to the desk.

Well, it seems that the only jailers who usually come here are standing and reporting work, and it is unlikely that the big people will come to the director's office.

"Mr. Moria, I've kept you waiting, Director, he's coming out soon"

When Domino heard the sound of flushing, he knew what his director was doing, and said to Moria, reminding him.

"I forgot to mention just now, the director is a person with the ability to poison the fruit - poison man, please be careful"

Moria nodded in understanding, "Good work, Miss Domino"

And Hannibal, the "careerist", ran directly to the desk in the office, and sat down in the only chair behind him, looking comfortable and enjoyable.

After several rounds of flushing, a huge man came out of the room with his hands over his stomach, looking overexerted and his kidneys were deficient.

Even so, just looking at his appearance, he has a strong "aura of fear".

With a huge body of nearly five meters, sharp blades and horns visible on the head, the appearance of a satanic demon, plus the black demon wings on the back, and the black-themed costumes all over the body, it is a demon from hell.

From this point of view, Hannibal is the opposite of the two, and he is the imp next to this demon king.

Domino saw that Hannibal sat down "disrespectfully", and as a good subordinate who dared to speak outright, he raised his hand directly and spoke, "Deputy Director, that's the Director's seat."

"Someday that will be my seat," said Hannibal, waving his hand and shaking his head as he sat on it.

Magellan raised his hand to his forehead, intending to block out the light, "It's so dazzling, how can this room be so dazzling, I want to be locked up in a darker room, and if I can, I want to close my mind."

"Don't be stupid, Director, Your Majesty Moonlight Moria is waiting for you," Hannibal said.

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