Early in the morning, the scattered sunlight shone on quill''s face.
"Jingling!"
The harsh sound of the alarm clock made the drunken quill feel a burst of irritability. He vaguely stretched out his arm from the quilt and groped on the bedside table, but finally?
"Dong"
Unable to touch the button to turn off the bell, quill was upset. He threw the alarm clock out directly and rudely.
With that crisp click,
Since then, the world has been quiet, and the irritability in my heart has dissipated.
As for quill?
He turned around comfortably and continued to sleep with his head covered.
No way. He was too tired. He drank a lot of wine last night and didn''t sleep until 3 a.m.
It''s only seven in the morning, and quill can only sleep for four hours.
Adults need eight hours of sleep to keep their normal life running.
At this moment, the sequelae of alcoholism is accompanied by lack of sleep, which makes quill''s brain just want to rest.
But I don''t know why, quill lying in bed, although he closed his eyes, he couldn''t sleep, as if something had been forgotten by himself?
But the exhaustion of the brain and the lack of the body are constantly reminding quill:
Stop thinking and have a rest.
In this way, after another three hours, Quayle woke up vaguely by urine, and at the moment he went to the bathroom, he glanced at the dazzling 9:17 minute prompt.
Quill froze for a moment, as if he was aware of something, and his face turned pale for a moment.
Then there was a chilling wail in the bathroom.
The voice is full of desolation, which makes people turn pale, and the heart is inexplicably more sad.
Two minutes later, Fairbank, an old broker downstairs who was repairing an antique pistol, looked at quill running down in a hurry, with a flash of doubt in his eyes:
"What''s the matter with you?"
Facing the inquiry of old brokers.
Quill, pale and sweating on his forehead, replied in a panic:
"It''s too late, Fairbank. I''m finished."
And look at quill''s frightened look?
The old broker looked a little more serious. He asked with concern, "what''s the matter?"
The old broker already knows the relationship between quill and Yongdu.
He knew that Yongdu really cultivated quill as his own son. Recently, he also tried to ease the relationship between Nagini and quill.
Don''t ask for anything else, just ask quill not to die. After all, he has a good relationship with Yongdu.
But later he found that Nagini didn''t seem to care about quill''s previous offense. The most he could do was to let him clean the tables and chairs in the store and clean up.
So gradually, the old broker stopped paying attention to quill''s affairs.
In fact, although quill can''t get a penny to work in Nagini''s store, at least it''s safe enough.
You know, the situation is getting worse and worse.
Two days ago, there was another report about the accidental death of the centurion of the new star Legion.
accident?
I''m afraid I wasn''t assassinated.
The old broker knows these things better than everyone.
Various signs show that the Kerry Empire and the Nova empire are about to go to war, so it may not be a good thing for quill to stay in the Nagini store.
At least don''t worry about life safety.
Of course, quill didn''t think of this, or he subconsciously regarded Nagini as a dragon. He felt that Nagini was the most dangerous place in the whole universe!
So now his mind was occupied by fear, his body trembled slightly, and a lot of cold sweat wet his back.
Pale face, with unprecedented fear:
"I''m late for work, Mr. Fairbank. Mr. Nagini will kill me."
"Damn it, what should I say? Why did I break that alarm clock?"
Quill''s voice was crying. It was obvious that the 1.8-meter-old boy had been scared to cry. His mind was full of the terrible figure of the dragon,
Will he eat himself?
Yes, that dragon will eat itself!
I''m dying. I don''t have a girlfriend. I haven''t sprayed a beautiful spray paint on the Milano.
Why are you dying so soon?
Why should God be so cruel!
However, seeing quill look desperate, he pushed open the door and looked down at his half repaired antique pistol.
An odd look appeared on the old broker''s face:
"Wait, what are you talking about? Haven''t you been fired by Nagini?"
The body suddenly froze, and quill was completely stunned. He looked at the old broker in amazement: "wait, I was dismissed?"
The memory of drinking video in his mind emerged in Quayle''s eyes.
He remembered!
Yesterday afternoon, as usual, he worked in Nagini''s shop and began cleaning tables and chairs for the seventh time.
However, just when quill thought he was going to work in this store all his life, Nagini suddenly said to him, "well, you don''t have to come tomorrow."
Yes, the dragon is finally going to let itself go.
That day, quill took out all his savings and sold a large basket full of spirits.
He didn''t know how much he drank, but quill knew he was very happy. His joy and unprecedented sense of freedom made him drink bottle after bottle.
It was not until three o''clock in the morning that quill, who had vomited many times, fell asleep.
So all this is true?
Quayle''s eyes flickered with amazement. He turned to the old broker and looked at the seriousness in the other party''s eyes.
Tears burst into his eyes. He knelt on the ground with a "plop" and hugged the sky with excited hands:
"Free, I''m free!!!"
At this moment, quill felt as if he had the world.
At the same time, in the coffee shop opposite Quayle, looking at the excited Quayle, Nagini couldn''t help rolling his eyes:
"Shabby!"
In fact, Nagini said last week that he would let quill go, not playing with him, but really preparing to let him go,
Of course, it''s true to say so the other day.
In fact, there''s nothing to analyze about xingjue. Nagini has got all the answers from him. If he doesn''t want to see if there''s any unexpected harvest.
Quill should have left a week ago.
But did quill really think it was over?
Come on, Nagini is looking forward to quel''s reaction when he returns to shandar again with a power gem.
He believed that it would give him a deeper understanding of the auxiliary system and the universe.
At the same time, on the other side of shandar, in the forest shrouded by night, Centurion Roman in standard armor, his eyes glittered with dignity.
At the forefront of his sight was a hidden imperial fortress of Kerry secretly built on shandar a few months ago.
Shandar had known about this fortress for a long time, but it had been ignored.
Well, the top of the Nova Empire, old fishing.
But unfortunately, things are somewhat different from what they think.
The stronghold of the Kerry empire is indeed of great value, but the problem is that there are a large number of dangerous elements in it.
More than half of the madmen came from skeleton prison, just like Saleh, who had assassinated himself.
The new star Legion tried to capture here, but a centurion died and another Centurion was seriously injured. Roman knew the injured centurion, that Centurion Ned, who often looked down on him.
Yes, the report that recently spread wildly on the Internet is true. The Nova Empire really sacrificed a centurion, and even another Centurion was seriously damaged.
And this time?
Looking at the woman in blue and gold tights behind him, Roman asked:
"Captain Carroll, the base camp of the Kerry empire is opposite. Do we really want to attack?"
Carol nodded without hesitation: "of course!"
But Roman beside him felt a toothache. He tried to express himself in a euphemistic way:
"I think it''s better to be cautious. A centurion died last time."
According to the information he knows, the strength of the opposite side is not weak.
Although most of them are not as good as Saleh, there are still seven or eight top powers that are no less than Saleh, and may even exist stronger than Saleh.
After all, ordinary people can''t suppress these madmen.
However, Carol shook her head. She shook her long blond hair and filled her eyebrows with confidence: "no, Roman, you don''t understand. The last failure was not because they were strong, but because they didn''t have me!"