Chapter 202: Association dinner

After the state of the disaster prison was lifted, Wen Wen wiped his hands, and looked forward to picking up the short sword.
Starting with a heavy one, after all, the weight of more than a dozen daggers was combined, but this was good for Wen Wen. Before he even thought that the original weapon was too light.
After juggling twice, Wen Wen cut down at the handle of a dagger, and the handle broke off.
"I didn't use too much energy. The sharpness of this dagger should be more than that of antique daggers. It doesn't cost me any trouble."
Then Wen Wen closed her eyes, and the energy of the Scarlet Heart formed a weird cycle, and the blade was covered with a thin layer of black energy.
A sword waved, and there was a sound of the air being split!
"Swordsmanship really needs to use a sword to get it right. Although this short sword is not too long, it feels different."
With just one sword, Wen Wen likes this short sword. No matter where you look at it, this short sword throws the rune dagger eighteen streets.
This is right, after all, when Wen Run was first made, Wen Wen didn't have the power of disaster prisoner.
A weapon made by a cataclysmic powerhouse, even if it has no technical content, is not comparable to ordinary superpower weapons.
"Not bad."
Wen Wen nodded, then hung the dagger around his waist, and then his gaze turned to the residue produced when the rune dagger was made on the ground.
"Hmm ... let's play like that."
He smelted the residue on the ground and wrapped it in his rune dagger, and then briefly tempered it with cataclysmic energy. It took less than ten minutes. A brand new, strange pattern The dagger appeared in front of Wen Wen.
"This dagger is the gift I want to give Feng Ruixing. I will send a super weapon as soon as I join the post. Where can I be so generous elsewhere."
Yes, Wenwen is making it for himself.
The last thing he processed at will was the reward he intended to give Feng Ruixing.
...
When night came, Wen Wen came to the booked restaurant on time and participated in the dinner of the association.
Looking at the restaurant's signboard, Wen Wen was a little upset, and here is the little chef Furong.
"It shouldn't be for him to cook. I heard that he rarely cooks himself in recent days. It shouldn't be him ..."
Wen Wen knew what Zhu Qipei did when he was at home. When he thought it might be that he was cooking, he felt uncomfortable.
He arrived a little late, and everyone had already ordered.
"Detective Wen, why are you here so late?" Lin Lu asked with a smile.
Wen Wen burst into two words: "sword training!"
Lin Lu didn't hold back, and laughed directly: "It's your style to practice cheapness."
Everyone else laughed, only Wen Wen's eyes were irritated, one big and one small, trying to explain to them which sword it was, but no one believed it.
But although Wen Wen was correcting it seriously, he was actually very happy.
Since one day a few years ago, he has been single, never dealing with anyone outside of work.
Now, although he and these people in the Hunter Association are not very good, they are also the closest people to him in recent years.
Soon, the cooked dishes are served one by one. These dishes are not only full of color and fragrance, they look like they are glowing.
The boss who had seen Wen Wen's dissatisfaction stepped forward and smiled and said to the crowd, "Today, Chef Zhu is cooking in person. You have a good mouth."
At first, it was Zhu Qipei's cooking, and everyone was enthusiastic. Only Wenwen looked at the boss strangely.
"It won't be because it doesn't look good to me, so pit me by the way."
Well, today Zhu Qipei cooks himself, really because of him, but not to pit him, but to give a friend a face.
Anyone who can provide Zhu Qipei with a pig head doll is his Zhu Qipei's friend!
Now that the dishes are all up, Wen Wen is not arrogant, and if he puts a piece of pork in his mouth, Wen Wen's eyes narrow slightly.
Not to mention, Zhu Qipei really has a skill in cooking, and no wonder the boss has such a bad attitude to endure him.
But Wen Wen was curious. What did Zhu Qipei feel when cooking pork ...
Then, the eyes of the entire table were fixed on Yan Xiu, who had been silent.
Since the beginning of the association, he has never taken off the mask, and everyone does not know what he looks like. You have to take off the mask for dinner together.
Then, in the eyes everyone expected, Yan Xiu picked up a shrimp, stuffed it directly into his mouth, and chewed intoxicatedly.
"?????"
A bunch of question marks on Wen Wen's head.
What about the process?
You didn't take off your mask. How did you put it in your mouth?
With so many superpowers present, none of them saw what was going on.
I can only look at Yan Xiu's mask, the expression pack intoxicated by food, looking at each other, relatively speechless.
In short, the meal was very happy. The oldest person, Gong Baoding, just looked at these young people with a smile, but rarely spoke.
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For them who may have one less companion tomorrow, the sadness when seeing off is an unnecessary emotion.
After the dinner, everyone sat down in front of the chef Furong and sobered up, and talked about it, which was a rare and pleasant time.
Wen Wen blushed and enjoyed the feeling of prestige. Occasionally, it was not bad.
Suddenly, the phone rang in his pocket, Wen Wen smashed his mouth, his eyes quickly recovered, his body smelled of acrid alcohol, and he had expelled the alcohol from his blood.
Not only is it gentle, other people are also deliberately putting themselves into a state of stubbornness.
Based on the physique of the demon hunters, it is difficult for ordinary wine to make them drunk.
I opened the phone and did not wait for Wenwen to ask. There was some urgent and tender sound across the phone.
"Hello ... are you detective Wen, I'm crazy, can you help me?"
Wen Wen frowned and asked, "Who are you and how do I know my contact information?"
"My name is Li Dazhuang, and I don't know how to get your contact information, but I just think that this kind of thing should come to you." The phone said tremblingly.
It turned out that Li Dazhuang, in this way, a little understanding.
This young man had encountered him twice, once when he was arresting the treacherous tree spirits, and once during the Furong River Paradise incident.
Speaking of which, this guy is unlucky enough. If this is also a supernatural event, he has encountered three consecutive supernatural events.
The last time I felt that he was unlucky enough, he shoved the business card into his hand.
"Don't worry, tell me what's going on?" Wen Wen calmed Li Dazhuang's emotions.
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