People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 694 Qi Xiaobai: Great, I found someone dumber than me

In addition to Mandela's little emotion, Manfred inadvertently caught a glimpse of Qi Yan's expression behind the door before he turned around and left.

It was a joy that was clearer than Mandela's.

"Qi Yan actually likes Mandela so much?"

Manfred muttered, turned around and walked away quickly.

He did not dare to ignore Qi Yan's advice. Next, he had to contact the Sarkaz as quickly as possible and discuss countermeasures with the Blood Demon Lord and others.

Walking down the stairs alone, Manfred made his way to the street without any obstruction.

Even at this moment, looking at the Victorian-style dark clouds above his head, Manfred still felt a little unreal.

Was he really let go so easily by Rhodes Island?

While he was in a trance, Manfred saw a dishevelled figure approaching.

The poet's clothes had many holes in them due to free fall from a high altitude, and were stained with suspicious oil stains.

What's even more outrageous is that as the poet walked along in a trance, he was holding a wrench in his hand.

Manfred: ?

The poet also noticed Manfred on the street.

The two men looked at each other. If it were in the past, given their identities, once they met, there would definitely be fighting and escape.

But at this time, both of them obviously had their own thoughts, and they passed each other tacitly without saying anything.

Manfred even heard the poet muttering to himself.

"That doesn't make sense. Why is this happening?"

Manfred: ? ?

He was actually a little curious about what happened to this guy on the airship.

According to Theresa's personality, there was no reason for her to torture the poet, but the poet's state of mental shock did not seem to be a disguise.

Shaking his head, Manfred suppressed his damn curiosity and quickened his pace to leave the scene.

The poet ignored Manfred, gesticulating with his wrench and muttering:

"Why won't the door close? Why won't it close?"

The poet, who was almost insane, went upstairs and soon arrived at the door of Qi Yan's room.

Qi Yan's familiar laughter came from inside, mixed with Mandela's shouting.

"Mandela, what can I say? You have lost your leader, but you still have me!"

"Qi Yan, why are you barking like a dog? You are not even as good as a hair of the leader!"

"You're right, but I've touched her hair and rubbed her big tail, can you?"

"You are looking for death, are you sick?"

Mandela's loud curses were heard from inside the door, followed by the sound of chairs falling over and the cry of "spy" trying to stop the fight.

poet:"……"

He pushed open the door and, as expected, saw Mandela and Qi Yan huddled together on the ground.

Qi Yan was obviously no match for Mandela and was pinned to the ground, but he still refused to give in and held on to Mandela's tail tightly.

"Let go!" Qi Yan was grabbed by the wolf's ears and gasped in pain. "You were dumped by someone, and I took you in out of kindness, but you turned your kindness into hatred!"

Mandela refused to give in: "I don't believe it, this must be your conspiracy, you forced the leader to abandon me!"

"I'm the one who makes the key, do you have the key?"

Qi Yan pulled Mandela's tail in front of him and bit it.

Mandela screamed suddenly, jumped off Qi Yan and struggled to break free from his tail.

Qi Yan stood up and spit out the cat hair in his mouth, but he still did not forget to output firepower:

"Sometimes you should look for your own reasons. Have you had a promotion in your position over the years? Have you worked hard for Shenchi?"

"I……"

"What do you mean by me?" Qi Yan wiped his mouth. "I saw it all. How well the officer got along with Sister Banana. Even after being tricked, he could still receive Sister Banana's comforting smile."

"you……"

"What do you mean?" Qi Yan's voice became more and more arrogant. "You have so many cadres in Shenchi... Oh, I forgot, you are just a small team leader, and you haven't been promoted to a cadre yet."

"Wow!"

Mandela broke down his defense on the spot, pulled his cat ears hard, jumped up and butted his head on Qi Yan's chin.

With the sound of two thuds falling to the ground, the room finally became quiet.

'spy':"……"

poet:"……"

Who are we? Where are we? What just happened?

After a while, Qi Yan sat up with great effort, and smiled triumphantly at Mandela, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead:

"Little guy, I can't beat Xiaoman, but I can't beat you, Xiaoman?"

Mandela buried his face in the floor and let out a muffled groan.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her hair.

Mandela shuddered slightly.

She was so angry that she started to fight and headbutt without thinking. It was not until she was lying on the ground that she remembered who she was facing.

"...You can kill me or chop me up as you please." Mandela remained silent, completely giving up struggling and acting like an ostrich.

The imagined situation of being pressed into the floor by a slap and unable to get out did not happen.

The hand that fell on her hair was just rubbing it gently.

"Silly cat, are you hurt?" Qi Yan joked, "You almost knocked me unconscious. Do you really want to kill me?"

"You're not angry?" Mandela finally raised her head.

Through her messy bangs, she saw a smiling face. The other person's expression was so peaceful, even gentler than the leader she had in mind.

Maybe... the leader had never been gentle to her, and everything was just a beautification of his memory.

She lost her leader, but perhaps, she really gained a new hope.

Mandela's soft cat ears moved slightly twice, and she lay on the ground and subconsciously wanted to rub her head against Qi Yan's palm.

"I'm not angry. Why would I bother with a fool?"

Qi Yan's words suddenly froze Mandela's movements.

"Qi Yan!!!"

A scream pierced the eardrums of the other three people in the room, and Qi Yan was knocked to the ground again.

"Protect the emperor! Someone come and protect the emperor!"

Qi Yan's screams followed closely, one after another.

After a long while, the poet and the 'spy' were able to separate themselves.

Even though Mandela was held down by the 'spy' on the shoulders, she continued to grin at Qi Yan, almost making a sound like a kitten panting.

The 'spy' looked at Mandela's irritable appearance with a wry smile on his face, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

All the words he had formed in his mind before he came were no longer needed.

Although Qi Yan kept challenging Mandela's nerves, the effect was unexpectedly outstanding. Although Mandela looked angry at the moment, as her childhood friend, the "spy" could clearly judge that Mandela's condition was much better than before.

Qi Yan climbed up with the help of the poet, rubbed the red marks on his arms, and opened his mouth to say something.

"Sir Qi Yan, I brought back some information."

The poet quickly interrupted Qi's words, fearing that he would irritate Mandela again.

"You can still collect intelligence even in this state?"

Qi Yan's suspicious eyes wandered over the poet.

The man was captured by Theresa. Although he had no visible injuries, the oil stains on his clothes and the suspicious wrench in his hand clearly showed that he was undergoing labor reform in the police station.

"I……"

The poet wiped his clothes in embarrassment, but this action made the oil stains spread even further.

"Honestly, you have no idea what I've been through." The poet tried to save his face.

"Have you gone to repair the gate?" Qi Yan asked.

The poet was choking on the words that were about to come out of his mouth.