his tongue-in-cheek guide

The sentence that Liu Shengyao conveyed is actually worth pondering.

Fang Qi also knew what Lu Lanqiu meant.

During the Yale Ford rebellion before, he was attacked by a guide and fell into a dormant state. At that time, the two of them didn't have time to investigate this matter in depth, and then there was the matter of Ke Ke and the others being trapped, and then in country I Half of his life was almost lost in the desert, and this delay has come to the present.

At that time, the two of them had also discussed how a guide could attack Fang Qi mentally from an almost impossible distance.

This time it was a guide again, who first calmly gave spiritual hints to the children of the Fernand family, and then faked a suicide scene in front of Fang Qi and under the watchful eyes of everyone.

What does this person have to do with the sentinel who was in the same class as Franky and Alex?

Although there are many problems, Fang Qi thinks that he can't do anything in the death row at the moment, so it's better to obediently act like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and wait for these troubles to come to his door.

So that night, when he saw the unusually sumptuous dinner, Captain Fang finally realized that things were not that simple.

"Hey, hey, didn't you say that the verdict will be issued after three days? Why do you have to drink the decapitated wine for three days and three nights?" Fang Qi looked at the wine that was delivered, the vintage was not bad, and thought about it , or put it back.

"Captain Fang, although your wish is very good, unfortunately, if there are no accidents, this should be your last supper in this world." Gu Nansheng smiled softly, but the words he uttered were chilly.

Fang Qi poked the tender and juicy steak with a paper knife and fork, and looked up at him: "Why, the verdict is here?"

"Yes, the death penalty will be executed tomorrow morning." Gu Nansheng smiled lightly, showing the beauty of a weak Liu Fufeng.

The tall Alex hugged him gently from behind.

Fang Qi's eyes flashed, but he didn't speak.

"Boy, what's the use of being beautiful, you died before us." Alex said.

"Famous in front and behind, it's not bad to take care of one end." Fang Qi opened the wine with a snap, and the wine just opened had a mixed mellow and slightly sour smell, and he needed to wake up before drinking it.

Alex glanced at Fang Qi, shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity, it's rare to meet a sentinel of your quality in a hundred years, and he didn't die on the battlefield, but died on the execution ground."

"Heroes have always been like this. They want to kill thieves, but they have no power to recover." Fang Qi smiled, but he looked very calm, and walked to the table as he spoke.

"So open-minded?" Alex was a little curious.

"If you really think it's a pity, come and have a drink with me, and it will be considered as an end to our relationship before I die." Fang Qi poured himself a glass of wine, took out a bowl, and gave Alex Poured a bowl.

"Your way of drinking is simply reckless." Alex shook his head regretfully after seeing Fang Qi's rude way of sobering up.

"Wine, it's just water, why, do you want to reward your face?"

Alex was a little hesitant. His guide kept shaking his head at him, but he was a little shaken. The desire to win as a sentinel made him want to have a drink with this outstanding junior.

Although he hated this person, he had to admit that his strength as a sentinel was unparalleled.

Sentinels are actually very simple creatures. Strength is their absolute belief. They have a natural admiration for the strong, and at the same time they are constantly pursuing the ultimate in strength.

This probably has something to do with the combat genes written into their base sequences. This kind of guy who is born as a weapon will only be conquered by violence.

Like a beast.

What Lu Lanqiu scolded these sentries before was absolutely true.

Seeing Alex hesitate, Fang Qi showed a provocative smile: "Why, you can't beat me in a fight, and you can't even drink more than me?"

This is really unbearable, they are all carnivorous animals, whoever is convinced.

Alex lightly waved away his guide's hand, took two steps forward, and sat directly in front of Fang Qi: "Tell me, how do you drink it?"

Fang Qi raised his eyebrows and smiled, and directly lifted the wine box under his feet: "Let's blow a bottle first, and then we'll talk about it."

After speaking, he raised his head and drank the red wine in the glass.

When Fang Qi was hanging out with those B-level sentinels in the past, he was a demon king, drunk, lustful and wealthy. Except for sex, he was not inferior to anything. He once set a record of winning three days in a row in Old Tom's tavern, a typical soldier.

As for Alex, who has been in the officialdom for a long time, he has seen countless drinking parties, so he has naturally developed a good drinking capacity.

These two drinking together, naturally it is impossible to easily admit defeat. Seeing that the beauty trick is not working, Gu Nansheng can only help his sentinel to find a hangover medicine with knowledge and wit.

The moonlight is just right, and the scenery in the VIP prison is also good. Drinking in such a scenery is a kind of enjoyment in itself.

After drinking two bottles of red wine, both of them became a little drunk. Fang Qi is a typical drinker who doesn't look good, but a pair of peach blossom eyes are infiltrated by the wine, and they become more and more frighteningly bright.

Alex obviously had a typical white skin, the red wine seemed to soak into his skin, his whole body was bright red from inside to outside, completely turning into a red face Zhang Fei.

He looked at Fang Qi, and uttered a wine-smelling sentence: "Boy, I have been in Qianniaohu Prison for a long time, but this is the first time I have seen a death-row prisoner who dared to really drink up the beheading wine."

Fang Qi smiled: "That's because those people are not smart enough. If this person is drunk, wouldn't it be so painful when he dies? Wouldn't it be beautiful to die drunk?"

Alex clapped his hands and laughed: "You are indeed Frank's student, but you are a bit like those two idiots."

As he spoke, he was about to reach for the wine bottle again, but was stopped by Fang Qi.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he looked at Fang Qi: "Boy, what do you mean?"

"Since you mentioned my teacher, I happen to have a question I want to ask." Fang Qi had a smile on his face, and his peach blossom eyes were bright.

"Don't ask, there's no point." Alex waved his hand: "I'm the warden, you're a death row prisoner, there's only drinking tonight, no human affairs."

...It looks like I didn't drink enough.Without further ado, Fang Qi opened four more bottles of red wine.

So I drank two more bottles. The red wine itself is not high in alcohol, but unfortunately it has a lot of stamina, especially the vintage wine.

Alex's eyes were a little dazed. When he was young, he was invincible in the wine market, but when he got old, he had to obey the old.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the wine table.

Fang Qi's eyes are still clear and bright, and his eyes are full of smiles that can't be found in his heart: "Answer me a question."

"...What?" The man's words were already three points vague.

"Who is Kurisha?"

A string in Alex's mind was tensed, and he regained five points of sobriety in an instant. He lowered his voice and said, "How do you know this name?"

Fang Qi chuckled: "Don't worry about it, you just need to tell who this person is. As far as I know, you should be classmates of Sentinel Academy. Of course, there is also my teacher Frankie."

Alex shook his head: "You're talking to me."

Fang Qi spread out his hands: "Look, I'm going to die tomorrow, it's not too much to let me listen to some stories before I die."

Alex stretched out his hand to rub the wine bottle, looked up at the moonlight, as if looking at the boyhood long ago, and finally, he sighed: "I can only tell you what I can say."

Fang Qi smiled: "All ears."

Alex raised his head and took a big sip of the wine, some of the dark red wine spilled on his front, like age-old coagulated blood.

"Boy, do you know about god-level spiritual bodies?"

"..." More than knowing, there are only two in my family.

"Oh yes, you're a god-level spiritual body—that's amazing, we happened to have such a sentinel in that class."

"His name is Kurisha Morozov. That kid is different from you. He has a stable and honest temperament. It stands to reason that such a powerful sentinel would usually be squeezed out, but because that guy always does things in silence and keeps a low profile, gradually Yes, there are also many sentinels who have begun to convince him."

"Of course, this does not include Franky. That guy entered the school with an S-level rating, and he should be the chief existence everywhere. Unfortunately, he will not be convinced when he meets a god-level person, so he is overtly and secretly. Don't stumble."

"But later in a simulated actual combat training, Frankie detonated a bomb due to improper operation. At the last moment, Kurisha pushed the person into the bunker and took the bomb into the pit. Fortunately, the bomb in the simulated training was reduced. After a month of lying in the hospital, Kurisha was alive and kicking again."

"Frankie was completely honest after that, and he was convinced that he was the chief of our era. It is logical that he didn't run away."

"After graduating, because Kurisha was too good, he independently set up a combat team to carry out missions above S rank... This is the same as you."

"and then?"

Alex sneered: "No, then, he died."

"what?"

"You heard me right, he died while performing an S-level mission, and after that, all the information about him was completely destroyed, and even those of us who knew him had to sign the confidentiality agreement."

This plot was difficult for Fang Qi to digest for a while.

"If he hadn't died, there wouldn't be an era when I, Franky, and Morris would be equally equal." Alex took another sip of wine, looked at the moonlight and gave a wry smile.

After Fang Qi frowned, he hesitated and said, "He...doesn't have any relatives?"

Alex shook his head.

Fang Qi's eyes dimmed—is the clue broken here?

Unexpectedly, the drunk suddenly whispered like a corpse: "Ah, there seems to be such a person."

Fang Qi became interested: "Oh?"

Alex quietly nodded his head and tried to recall: "I heard that when I was in school...he had a younger sister who was a teenager. He was just born when he entered school. Now, he may be around 30 years old at most."

Fang Qi's eyes sharpened instantly: "Sister?"

At this moment, the moonlight, which was originally as bright as water, seemed to be blocked by something and dimmed. Fang Qi looked up.

Alex looked up following Fang Qi's gaze, and saw that the bright lake bottom seemed to be covered by a cloud of dark clouds, gradually losing its light, and the originally bright room began to be shrouded in darkness.

Only Fang Qi's eyes looked at the black shadow that was flattening, as if it was a lover's greeting, but there was an unstoppable light in his eyes, which became brighter and brighter in the dim light.

Before Alex fell asleep, he suddenly realized that it seemed to be some kind of bird's wing.

But how can there be birds in the water?He must be drunk.