Pokemon's Fifth Elite

Chapter 1039

Wish?

It's really touching to say this sentence from the mouth of graystone.

The old stereotype that can only eliminate sin in this life has expectations for a peaceful life, and sailor suddenly admires Luther.

Saler was one of the first batch of Interpol officers who retired in those years. He said smartly, giving the stage to young people and leaving with his lover in his arms, which was talked about by the older generation of Interpol.

With a rich family, he didn't completely forget his old friends. He successively brought two good friends to Galer, but they didn't enjoy it for a long time.

In front of their tomb, Seler asked himself a question.

Are they really happy in this life?

In the first half of his life, he ran around in the dark. His deeds were unknown and unknown.

At the beginning of the second half of his life, he was plagued with diseases.

It is said that some of the retired older generation of Interpol dream back at midnight and will still be awakened by nightmares.

Some people's hearts beat wildly and nervous every time they hear the sound of war.

The generous treatment and pension given by Interpol can not buy drugs to treat these wounds, which is a scar of history.

After witnessing the deathbed appearance of several old guys, Seler was cruel and didn't find out where limestone went, even though he knew that limestone had retired.

He was really afraid to see people like limestone become a nervous old man.

His impression of graystone should be that he can break a group of poachers without relying on the elves, and can scare the elves with only one look.

Or just rely on momentum, words and deeds can make the opponent's elves turn against each other and help them fight back against the ruthless poachers.

These worries disappeared with the wind, because limestone is now doing well.

Not to mention the psychological trauma, even the old bull temper has changed a lot. I was persuaded.

Qidao... What's that place? Can it make people change?

"This time, I asked a lot of people. Like your answer, they feel that the times have changed and people's hearts have changed. Now the alliance is no longer as bottomless as before..."

"Their views make me feel like an out of group monster." gray stone sighed.

Seler glanced at the limestone and said, "you just don't fit in."

"In the past, every time you went out for a carnival after performing a task at Interpol, you didn't drink at all. As a result, we drank wildly as soon as we retired. This is not unsocial. What is it?"

Luther would laugh if he was here. It's really one thing down. There are people in the world who make graystone so headache.

Gray stone really felt a pain in his skull when he heard Seler's words.

From before to now, he was not used to Seler's bad words. God knows why this guy became his best friend.

Maybe when I was young, my eyes didn't work well.

"Can you say less bad words when talking about business?"

"No," sailor replied immediately, "I can't change before. Do you want me to change at this age?"

"Bear with it. Anyway, your path de returns to the island safely. We can't see it. When we meet again, someone should lie in the grave."

"How long can you listen to me? Listen more. Maybe you'll be touched by the scenery in the future. Maybe you can shed two tears for me... Oh, have you cried for anyone? If not, I really hope you can cry at my funeral, even fake crying."

"Sailor!" grizzly snorted heavily.

"Well, well, I promise you. Don't I just pay attention to the information for you? Tomorrow I'll let my little brother, the little brother of my family, pay attention to you."

Seler raised his glass and touched the gray stone. After taking a big drink, they breathed happily.

"You said you were going to teach Luther's children, little Luther?" Seler asked. "It's good. You learned the most tricks of the old generation in the past. If you lose them, it's bad. How much do you keep them?"

"First of all, it's not that I don't have confidence in the future. I just... Don't want the hard work summarized by generations to disappear."

"The skills summarized through life and death dare not be destroyed in our hands."

Seler, a man full of bad words, now has a sad face.

"But if Xiaode doesn't want to learn, don't force him to learn. Children have a strong rebellious psychology. I want to teach my grandson how to fight. As a result, because he was in a hurry, this guy ran to learn dancing now."

"Those recruits of Interpol can learn more and teach more. Anyway, there must be a successor."

"If you teach me, he won't do it if he doesn't want to. If Interpol really doesn't have a suitable seedling, I also have a way."

"There is a girl named arcelora on Qidao who is helping me summarize, refine, make influence, compile and save those knowledge in books."

Seler was stunned: "can you do this? Isn't this an out of print secret script?"

Ash stone smiled proudly. He was very useful for Seler's surprise.

"It's best if someone can learn on Qidao. If no one can learn, I'll use the rest of my life to save all my knowledge."

"Anyway, arcelora is helping Luther sort out her story collection and just finished mine."

Seiler arched at the limestone arch: "I dare ask if Luther is still a storyteller. There are all the stories."

"I don't know how to tell you that. Anyway, the stories he tells are the same as the truth. Consider him a competent storyteller."

This is how old friends meet. The formality and combing they haven't met for a long time gradually disappear in gossip. After drinking too much, the things they talk about gradually become interesting things from all over the world, and the ups and downs of their past experience.

Saler's staff looked at the two old people from a distance and silently helped them lead passers-by to other roads.

The boss of his own family is inexplicably nervous. He wants to talk with his friends at the roadside stall. He doesn't want to be disturbed. They can only do so.

In the past, the more wine you drink, the more mellow it becomes.

Finally, graystone noticed the time and got up to leave. Seler called him.

"Relax. I'm still very confident in the major leagues now."

Graystone smiled, turned around and hugged saler.

"Let's wait and see. In fact, I also hope I am the historical residue that should be swept into the dustbin."

The grey stone took a bite of the fried ball made by saler, and the soup splashed everywhere. He kept exhaling.

"When I leave, give me the way. I'll let the lucky egg make it for me."

"You can do it, heavy oil and salt. Eat less and don't run in front of me again."

Gray stone left with the big beaked bird, and sailor watched his figure in the night sky, with a smile on his face.

When his employees came up, he put on a serious expression.

"Help me pay attention to the fastest legend of the God olai. If you hear the strange news of the alliance and him, tell me in time."

Seler's men hesitated and asked, "what contacts should we use, Interpol, the alliance, or..."

"All," said sailor. "It's the trust of my best friends. Tell them I don't want to lose to others."