Jumping up from the chair in surprise, Zheng Boyi was furious, knocking over all the documents and high-priced exquisite crafts on the table.

He didn't see it just now!

That gun was inlaid with a whole piece of Falling Stone!

As the high-level manager of the Xisheng family in the tenth district, Zheng Boyi will usually look for a large number of treasures for the Xisheng family, and at the same time be responsible for the treasure trading of the Xisheng family in the sirens, so his vision will naturally not be bad. Although the Skystone is rare, it has the property of not having magical light. If you observe carefully, even if you just look at the surveillance video, you will not admit mistakes.

If it were other treasures, Zheng Boyi would not be like this, and the more he thought about it, the more regretful he became. But they are the Xisheng family! The Xisheng family, one of the best drug-making families in the south!

Using the Falling Sky Stone to create a poison formula that can kill the ninth order, it was developed by the ancestors of the Xisheng family!

"Go for them! We must find them back! Use all our hands to find out their origins!" Zheng Boyi roared in a low voice, and he felt his heart tremble. The transaction of the Falling Sky Stone is indeed able to alarm the head of the branch of the Xisheng family in the Sirens. No wonder, no wonder that annoying fox is so fearless!

Zheng Boyi was fooled by his own stupidity, so he naturally didn't dare to underestimate the nightmare anymore, and immediately reported the matter. When Floating Nightmare left, he didn't say no words, which meant that the other party really intended to trade with the Xisheng family.

And for the Xisheng family, the temptation of the Falling Sky Stone is too great. If this deal is smashed, then he Zheng Boyi will be finished, and he will really be sent back to the south to become a medicine man.

Walking out of the magnificent and elegant, fragrant hotel, the man with the fox mask led the young eighth-order master and got on the bus in the tenth district.

Removing his mask, the Kapita tugged at the mock mask on his face slightly, so that it didn't look fake. Because he is different from Chi Huan, he can only wear a fake face at this time, and he can't let the sirens find out his true face.

"Mr. Nightmare, you shouldn't have finished your work yet...... Sikong Bosa touched his stomach, and the gurgling sound made him feel very tormented. From the departure of the cloud boat to the present, Young Master Sikong, who eats a lot in the kitchen with Long Xiaoer every day, has been raised in his appetite. Today, he suddenly didn't eat a few bites of food all day, and he ran around with the Nightmare, and he was already hungry.

Seeing this big boy with an immature face, looking at him with a pitiful look, the Nightmare only felt funny. Is this still the same person who broke his hand and didn't say a word in the training of the King of Jealousy?

"Things still have to be done. But this time I went to the place where there was food. ”

“...... Oh. Looking at the face of the nightmare, Sikong Bosa nodded sluggishly. It's nice to have food, but what's the deal with this smile that is about to sell him?

Three hours later.

Sikong Bosa squatted in the corner of the sofa where others couldn't see him, drinking his orange juice and red eyes. If he was a demon like Su Sha Luoni, he would have shrugged his ears at this time, pitiful, and almost unable to hold back his tears.

Float sat at the bar far away from him, with two cases of finished wine at his feet, chatting happily with the proprietress here.

The proprietress is a sturdy woman with short burgundy hair and a neutral outfit. Standing behind the bar, the action of seriously mixing drinks is very handsome.

Pushing the cocktail that Nightmare wanted in front of him, the proprietress squinted at the big boy in the corner and evoked a wicked smile: "You are really a bad person." Is it really okay to bully your kid like this? He looks very sad, huh?"

"Well, young people have to go through a little bit more. The Nightmare drank all the wine from the glass, and this time, his eyes finally became a little foggy. "Go ahead, how many more?"

"Tsk, it's really not easy to get you drunk! If it weren't for the rules, I really want to keep mixing to get you completely drunk and see what happens when you get drunk. The proprietress continued to stir up new wine for the Nightmare with a vicious look. "Will you cry and say something sad, or will you laugh and go crazy?"

"It's a shame you probably won't see you today. However, I think I'm the type to fall asleep~"

Drunk? It can't be good! This person won't allow himself to get drunk. That's why I drank all kinds of wine like water before, and practiced my own alcohol to this perverted level.

Sikong Bosa bit his plastic straw and secretly slandered in his heart.

The bar they were in was a well-known neutral intelligence station in District 10. The proprietress is named Mojiu, and she is the person of the city lord, and she is usually responsible for reporting the information of the tenth district collected by the eyeliner she sent out to the city lord. Then, because he likes to drink, he opened a bar in the 10th arrondissement to sell some information to people who come to drink.

But she also made a strange rule: if you wanted to know information and didn't drink enough, she wouldn't say anything. Moreover, the wine money is not refunded.

This kind of rule will definitely cause dissatisfaction at first, but after being killed by the chengguan team, no one dares to make trouble anymore. In the end, the people who would come to ask her could basically only follow the rules, drink obediently, and pay the wine money.

Through some coercion, the Nightmare learned of this place from the thugs of District 10. As soon as I arrived, I ordered the most expensive intelligence package here - two cases of high-purity wine and ten cocktails made by the proprietress secretly.

This is bitter for poor Young Master Sikong. After Flare's confirmation with the proprietress that he wanted to drink, Sikong Bosha, who hadn't eaten two bites of food in the bar, was pressed by Float's head and poured a whole bottle of wine. Then, the big boy who didn't drink well fainted and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Alright, that's the last drink. Ink Wine placed the last glass in front of the Nightmare, and this time he drank it in one gulp.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Ah, let me think about it...... The hostess's wine really amazed me. The Kakumas rested for a moment, and their eyes were clear again. "I want to know where the goblins who sing beautiful tunes that make people sleep peacefully on a fairy tale night end up?"

“...... You're definitely the first person to talk about it in such a literary way. Mo Jiu was stunned for a while before he reacted, what was he referring to, and he couldn't help but be speechless. "You're talking about 'fairy tale spells,' right? But the siren is where the fairy tale ends, and when the fairy comes, the people of the city call her: 'White Flower'. Say that she is about to be defiled, noble white flower. ”