Chapter 641 The Amount of Information Is a Bit Large

Looking at the short white hair in his field of vision, Feng Xue couldn't help but feel dazed, and then subconsciously, he threw the brewed Chiron over.

There was no reason, just seeing her, he felt that he should throw a bottle of wine to her.

Facing Feng Xue's inexplicable "toast", You Wei was not polite. With a flick of her thumb, accompanied by a slight explosion, the bottle cap was directly blown open, and she blew half of the bottle into the bottle, and then as if she reacted, she suddenly pulled the bottle out of her mouth, looking at the half of the wine left in it with a confused face-

"Good guy! Chiron... 33 or 27? No! Damn his [beep——] flower [beep——]! Don't tell me you opened a bottle of No. 13!"

When it came to the last word, the pronunciation of the short white hair was almost horrified. Seeing this expression, Feng Xue laughed and waved his hand:

"I brewed it myself. If you want to drink it, I still have it. I just can't sell it at a high price. Yes."

"Home-brewed?" Short white-haired looked at Feng Xue, then looked down at the bottle without any labels, and then took a deep breath, and took another sip to calm down.

"You should have said it earlier! It's really interesting that after being in jail, you, a dull guy, have learned to joke!"

"Who would have thought that you could tell good from bad when drinking?"

Feng Xue pulled out a chair and sat opposite Short White-haired, saying casually:

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Haa——" Pulling the bottle out of her mouth again, You Wei made a sound like an old man drinking beer, and then stretched out her tongue and licked her light pink lips. She hesitated for a moment as if she was savoring the taste of the wine, and then said:

"The peeper is in The order you placed when you just escaped from prison asked me to find you and bring you a letter, but the price was increased twice in the middle, and in addition to the letter, there were two more verbal messages. "

As he spoke, You Wei reached out from the waist bag tied to the side and took out an envelope without any words and slapped it on the table. Without waiting for Feng Xue to ask, he continued:

"One verbal message was a few months ago, about half a month after you made a scene in Jing Bin. I was looking for you in Youta City at the time, and he called me and said that you were in Saka City and asked me to tell you that the one-month deadline had expired. But who knew that when I went to Saka City, there was a strict inspection of entry, and it took half a month just to pass the inspection... Then last night, he called me in the middle of the night, Tell me you are in this broken place, let me tell you 'Now is the best time to go back to Suqin'."

"Bang!"

Seeing Feng Xue's face suddenly change, You Wei subconsciously rushed five meters away and stuck to the wall. Seeing Feng Xue had no other reaction, she said weakly:

"Can you stop being so startled! I almost thought you were going to do it! That peeping Tom is like this. If you see him, it means he sees you. If you buy intelligence from him, it means you sell it to him. Just be open-minded. Where can you buy intelligence after beating him to death?"

"What kind of dreamer is this... Oh, he is a dreamer, that's fine." Feng Xue spit out a bit of a cold groan, but his mood adjusted. Although this ability can be used in the simulated world of his golden finger, it seems a bit scary, but if you think about it carefully, the past simulation of [Feng Xue and Longchang Enlightenment] is essentially a miniature dream built based on the rules of this world, rather than really throwing him into the past or other timelines. It doesn't seem too outrageous to be able to be widely perceived by "content involving oneself".

Shaking his head and temporarily suppressing his thoughts about the outrageous structure of the peeper, he picked up the letter from the table. After opening it, his pupils could not help but tremble.

There was actually only one sentence on the letter paper in the envelope——

"All war architects in Qingyun are actually causal."

Although it was just one sentence, it made Feng Xue's brain start to work involuntarily. Immediately, Lou Shuang, Huang Shengsheng and You Wei saw an unfamiliar man suddenly appear in the room. He had a wound on his face, but a hideous smile, and shouted——

"Feng↑Xue↓!"

"Why can't war architects be promoted to visionaries?"

"Why can Qingyun always give birth to creators in critical moments?"

"There is only one answer!"

"Then..."

[Beep——]!

Just when several people were curious, the man suddenly disappeared like a flower screen, and Feng Xue said with embarrassment:

"Sorry, my imagination is out of control."

"So why is it?" You Wei wanted to ask this, but she didn't ask it after all. After all, she is not a war architect!

On the contrary, the one in front of him...

"So the letter contains the secret of the war architect's promotion?"

Not only You Wei, Lou Shuang also thought so in her heart, but unlike You Wei, Lou Shuang didn't quite understand why her brother-in-law, who had already passed that hurdle, would have such a big reaction because of such a "secret".

But what Feng Xue was thinking at this time was subtly different from them. He just suddenly figured out how the exaggerated ideal country of the third generation was built.

"So this is the secret of why Qingyun always has a creator who can turn the tide at every critical moment!" Feng Xue took a deep breath, but shook his head.

He is not a war architect now, and there is no need to wade into this muddy water. In other words, instead of going back now, it is better to wait for his magical power to be perfect, and then directly plow the entire Qingyun.

Feeling that Feng Xue's G·I force field gradually became calmer, Youwei breathed a long sigh of relief, picked up the wine bottle on the table, took two sips into her mouth in retaliation, and then said:

"Okay, the letter has been delivered. When will we set off?"

"What departure?" Feng Xue raised her eyebrows, pretending not to know. When Youwei heard this, she showed a strange expression:

"Aren't you going back to Qingyun?"

"Why do you want to go back?" Feng Xue still pretended to be stupid, but to his surprise, when Yuwei heard what he said, she seemed to look away suddenly, slumped down on the chair, grabbed the energy bar and took a bite, then Then he said in a somewhat vague voice:

"The old man told me last night that if you don't plan to go back after getting the letter, I will tell you something."

"What are you talking about?" Feng Xue felt more and more that this peeper was a bit of a magician, but she still asked curiously.

"'The old man can still be saved.' Well, that's what the original words were. It has no beginning and no end. I have no idea what it means." You Wei obviously couldn't explain it, but she still managed to spit out a stiff voice, but Feng Xue's focus was Que is no longer here.

"The old man...can't be that old man, right? No, no, no, it could also be the veteran? But the veteran shouldn't be dead yet? Or maybe even if the veteran dies, he can't be saved, right?"

Feng Xue murmured in her heart, but unconsciously thought of that smile in her mind, and couldn't help but feel a little entangled in her heart.

After a while, he finally said to Yuwei who had already started to climb up:

"Help contact the Peeper."

"Ah, oh, I can't contact you either! That old guy always uses a virtual machine to contact you, and he never goes abroad. You can only find him if he wants to see you when you look for him... Tsk! He is indeed a moonshine brewer. , It’s so powerful! Damn it!”

Yuwei, who was trembling even as she spoke, jumped up suddenly, looking at Feng Xue who pulled the trigger on her with a look of horror, and soon realized that it was an empty gun.

"I'm just telling you, how can any fool get himself drunk in a strange place..." Feng Xue waved her hand, ignoring Yuwei's resentful eyes, and took out another bottle of Chiron and slapped it on the table -

"Come, tell me what's going on in the country now?"