After talking for a long time, Zhou Yu craned his neck and listened to it. The two merchants didn't spit out any ivory from their mouths, and turned it over and turned it over to be a little thing between men and women. But there are also excusable circumstances, when you go to a bar, teahouse, or even a snack street in the world, people who drink too much talk about nothing more than a few topics.

The first is a major national event. What about the domestic part, including who is who's grandson, relying on his own identity to become an official, which companies he opened, and what industries he monopolized. The overseas part mainly includes when the Palestinian-Israeli conflict ended, how it was operated and how long it took to recover the island of Taiwan, how Putin wrestled and wrestled, and so on.

The second is lace journalism. This is mainly a matter of men and women, starting with their own side, who among the colleagues has an extramarital affair with whom, who has an affair with whom, if one party has an official and a half-position, it will be terrible, and you have to put on the coat of work cannon to describe it appropriately. With the three rounds of drinking, this bed affair has expanded to the entertainment industry, sports and politics.

The third is more miscellaneous, including stocks, football, prices, aerospace technology, aliens, and lost civilizations. Because there are too many types and the categories involved are too complex, the author suggests that readers with conditions can experience it for themselves, and they can naturally get the essence of it by immersion.

"Boss, it's too cold here, my dried meat is cold!"

Zhou Yu showed a dissatisfied look, and on the one hand, he let the job take down the hot wine and dish, and on the other hand, he took the opportunity to change the table and continued to eavesdrop on other gossip.

Most of the night's intelligence gathering was of little substance, and the most important thing was the situation of his "master" Philena. When he came here, he was Xilanu Fakemi, the Terran Aida, the champion of the Celestial Hunting Competition, and the masked man from the southern continent who swore allegiance to the new king. It is not an exaggeration to say that Philena is his master, and he has the responsibility and obligation to defend the dignity of his master.

In this way, it is necessary to return to Drunken Flower City, and quickly.

But before that, he must raise his troops, unite all the living forces, and prepare for a desperate fight. As soon as the water king Li came, he must soon find that his method was not effective, and many people could survive well without the need for bells, and the temple of the Rain God Sect was demolished, and those boys were forced to change careers to become blacksmiths and tailors. It's no wonder if you're not angry, if you don't blow your beard and stare at you.

The north and west sides belong to the territory of the two princesses, and although they have a relationship with Sanche and Pusica, it is a bit of a fool's dream to let them make a revolution with their heads and pick the heads of the water kings. The Grand Governor has to start with the Southern Continent and the neutral Eastern Continent where he was born, especially the Immortal Army and the Elven Clan. These are his real helpers.

Bamble, Marsha, and Lao Xue, where are you?

"Who are you?"

"Well, I'm a Xilanu, and I'm asking to see my lord."

Zhou Yu hunched his waist and nodded to the guards of the royal city, asking to see their supreme administrator, the prisoner.

"Silanu? How dare a slave ask to see your lord? Don't you think your life is too long? ”

"Hahaha!"

The few armored warriors around him laughed straight, probably the most ridiculous joke they'd ever heard in their lives.

"Uh, a few, a few military masters, trouble, trouble to report, the grass people really have something important to report!"

Zhou Yu nodded and smiled again, and sent them to kneel. The soldier in the lead stopped laughing, frowned and thought for a moment, as if he could not think of a reason why a southern slave would risk his life to see his lord. Could it be that something is really wrong with him?

If it is true, he will be a great achievement, and he may be rewarded for the firing line report, and it is possible to be promoted. If it's fake, it's better to do it, isn't it easy to kill him directly in front of the door?

"Well, you say, what's the matter with you? I'm here to report to my lord! ”

Zhou Yu scolded bitterly in his heart, you dare to report to the prisoner here without shame, there are more than a dozen levels above you, okay? When you report to the prison bus and the first half of the natural year has passed, why do you issue the focus of the year's work?

But he couldn't do better.

"Master Jun, if you have Master Lao, please tell the lord of the prisoner a word, and he will naturally understand."

"A word?"

Several people looked at each other, and they hadn't heard a word that could make the lord understand the big and small things, and everything was not too big or small.

"Yes, just say that you are saving yourself."

"To save you is to save yourself?"

Shi Chang silently read it a few times, this sentence is too strange. No matter how you read it, you can't read any subtlety and profundity, isn't this kid really crazy?

Shi Chang scratched his scalp and returned to Wangcheng's class room, Zhou Yu guessed that he would have to run for a while, so he simply moved twenty steps to the side, found a place that was out of the way, sat down, looked cross-legged at the moon in the sky, and counted the stars.

Twinkle and twinkle, how many little stars in the sky.

Looking at the night, he remembered a lot of the past. I thought of Bolada who died tragically in Tosang's self-destructing poison scheme, I thought of stealing horses with Philena to drink Lover's Tears in the starry night, and I thought of his brothers in the Immortal Army.

Thinking about it, he actually fell asleep.

In the dream, Xiao Liang played switch with him, playing with the Mario Smash Bros., playing with his side of his head, and found that Xiao Liang had become the big monster that captured the princess inside, and he got up and was about to run but was picked up by Xiao Liang.

Oops, oops!

Someone is really lifting their collar.

"Silanu? Wake up! ”

"Huh? Yes? What's wrong? ”

Zhou Yu wiped a handful of hats, focused sleepily first, and a man wearing a huge tall hat stood behind the guards in front of him, waving at him.

What is this kid doing? What does a cook call himself for?

"Xilannu, this is the big master, not long after passing on your words just now, the lord ordered him to come out to pick you up in person."

The big principal? I haven't heard the name, but it's easy to understand. It's nothing more than the kind of secretary who is responsible for chores, groceries, and picking up and dropping off children by the lord's side. Secretary, we've done it.

Oh, no, I haven't done it, the secretaries are all leaders, so we can only go to the 100-yen store on the street*. How? Don't have a secretarial gown? Just that kind of formal suit skirt.

It seems that his huge hat is not a chef's hat, but a symbol of the status of the big principal. What's bullish, though? Next time I wear a Donald Duck doll suit, I'll definitely be more domineering than you.

"Are you the Xilanu who brought the words?"

"Uh, exactly, exactly!"

"Come with me."

The chief turned around and walked towards the inner city, Zhou Yu looked around and quickly followed, but he didn't encounter any obstacles.

The Metropolitan Governor thought that after the prisoner heard what he said to Zhou Yu outside the Drunken Flower City, he would run out to greet him in person, but he didn't expect to wait for a secretary.

But if you think about it carefully, the relationship between the prisoner and himself is very delicate, not even as good as Kong Jia, and the two can have a small coincidence. Besides, people can't be sure whether it's the big boss or the little Lori who is talking, why did they run out in a hurry?

In the dead of night, so is the royal city.

Through several battles, Zhou Yu can see that the prisoner is not a drunkard, he is a young man with ideals and ambitions, and as the successor of the eastern lord appointed by Xima, it is understandable that he is-for-tat with himself who represents Philena.

"Here, Silannu, go in by yourself."

When he arrived at the door of a room, the chief priest nodded slightly, and walked away without looking back. Zhou Yu looked at the door in front of him, judging from the width and height, it was definitely not a big room behind it. Could it be that this is the prison cell's dormitory?

I can't care so much, it's important to get down to business. Zhou Yu knocked on the door, but there was no answer inside, he pushed the door directly and entered.

A room of more than 30 square meters, brightly lit, from the ground to the wall to the ceiling, hanging hundreds of candlesticks of all sizes, reflecting the room as if it were day. To Zhou Yu's surprise, a wall in front of him was chiseled with dozens of grooves, and it was densely packed with the same thing.

Book.

A young man in white turned his back to him, holding a book and reading it in fascination, as if sucking sweet milk, and unaware that someone was walking by him.

No wonder he couldn't hear the knock on the door, it turned out that he was so intoxicated that he couldn't extricate himself. Zhou Yu understands this feeling very well, and he also felt the same way when he was in college, but he watched Lu Ding Ji and the Condor Heroes.

"Prisoner?"

"Prisoner?"

After screaming twice, the young man in white shook his shoulders before closing the book and turning around. Those dark eyes, strong muscles, and knife-like face were undoubtedly the prisoners who fought with him for 300 rounds in Drunken Flower City.

"Y-you?"

Zhou Yu was stunned for a moment, then took off his mask with a sneer, revealing the true face of Lushan.

"Is it really you?"

The prisoner jumped over with an arrow, holding a book in one hand and pulling out a dagger out of nowhere, and it was forced into the neck of the Governor by the lightning.

"Prisoner, it's been a long time since I've seen you come unharmed, is this how you welcome your friends?"

"Friend, who is your friend?"

The prisoner's eyes were still cold, even more repulsive than in the Tianmu Hunting Competition. Zhou Yu wondered in his heart, what's wrong? Didn't you save my life? It stands to reason that if you saved Lao Tzu, we should be comrades in the trenches, how can there be such an operation as a counterattack?

"Over the years, if there are some accidents that have not been said, we can open the posture and make it clear. It's a little unreasonable that you welcome me so much, right? ”

After Zhou Yu spread the stall, he was not afraid that the prisoner would really stab the knife, so he pulled away the dagger on his neck, pulled away a chair under the table next to him, sat down, and lazily cocked Erlang's legs.

"I thought it was someone from my subordinates who came just now, but I didn't expect it to be you! I was afraid of arousing the alarm of the whole city's eyeliner, so I didn't pick it up in person. You've really lived enough, kid? Get up and go! ”

The prisoner pinned the knife, grabbed the Metropolitan Governor, got up and pulled a cat-shaped ornament in front of the bookcase, and after a few clicks, a secret passage appeared in front of him.

There is actually a secret passage in this library?