The biggest disadvantage that Boluogo has felt since moving into the Bureau of Order is that there are fewer entertainment items. In that serious atmosphere, not everyone can put down their responsibilities and laugh heartlessly.

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This is true even for people like Boluogo who don't have much desire for entertainment.

For this reason, when night fell and Boluogo pushed open the door of the Undead Club, he discovered that many familiar faces appeared in front of him, and everyone came here at the same time.

"Yo! Boluogo."

"Good evening, Borrogo."

The greetings came one after another, and Bologg greeted old friends, including Hart, Kemp, Shelley and Palmer. Except for Aimu and Bailey, everyone was basically here. Recently, due to the garden

Aimu and the others couldn't get away from their work.

But among these people, what surprised Bologg the most was a figure he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Oh, Church is here too?"

Boluogo sat opposite Church, with unstoppable surprise on his face.

Since the Decay Epidemic incident, Boluogo hasn't seen Church for a while. He is either busy with infiltration work or at Afia's flower shop. Although he can't see other people, he has heard that Church is good.

The current situation is quite gratifying.

"Bologo."

Church nodded to Boluogo, "Long time no see."

"It's been a while since we've seen each other," Bologg asked, "How are you doing?"

With the expansion of his social circle, Boluogo is no longer the taciturn and cold-looking guy before. He will also chat with his friends about his current situation and complain about the various difficulties in life.

"It's not bad, um... I should say it's very good."

Church restrained himself for a moment, but there was still an unstoppable smile on his face.

Borrowgo asked, "Oh, what happened?"

"I plan to get engaged to Afia."

"Uh-huh?"

Boluogo listened with a smile at first, and then froze in place as if he had heard some shocking news.

At the same time, the whole club became quiet. Everyone looked at Church. After a crackling sound, the tables, chairs and benches were moved away. Everyone surrounded Church, as if he was interrogating a prisoner or watching.

Some kind of rare species.

Among them, Palmer was the most egregious. He put his arm around Church's neck, seemingly intimate, but in fact he was ready to strangle Church's neck at any time.

"How can you live so well? I don't understand!" Palmer muttered in Church's ear.

"What does this mean? Weren't you engaged many years ago?" Church asked in a vague voice.

Palmer was stunned for a moment, then emphasized, "This is different!"

"How is this different?"

"It's just different!"

People often become too crazy when they see their brothers living a better life than themselves.

"what happened?"

Weier jumped on the table and looked at Qiu Qi with cat eyes. Even though she didn't have much contact with Qiu Qi, after so many years, Weier and Qiu Qi were familiar with each other. Naturally, she also knew Qiu Qi's special ability to walk in narrow spaces.

What's more, Weier seems to be very curious about everyone's emotional problems.

"It literally means we are engaged. There are no plot twists or emotional entanglements," Church said. "Afia and I have known each other for a long time, right?"

We have known each other for a long time...

This sentence made Bologg sound unreal and trance-like. It seemed to him that time had not passed very long, as if he had just been released from prison yesterday.

No, this is not short, this has been an extremely long time.

Church met Afia when Bologo was still an intern. Several years have passed and everyone has moved forward with the passage of time. However, Bologo still has a unique sense of time for the undead.

I feel like I'm standing still.

"It's a matter of course."

Church continued to share his happiness, "It happened just a few days ago. I just finished an operation and went to visit Afia in the flower shop. While chatting with her, we talked about marriage. We discussed

Possible life after that, what to do, where to settle..."

His eyes were a little wandering, as if he was back in that scene again.

"She and I had a very happy discussion, and even simulated a good life... I suddenly thought it was a good opportunity, so I broke off a flower and gave it to her."

"Wow……"

Everyone let out lingering sounds of envy and longing for beauty.

"She agreed as soon as her head got hot?" Palmer made a discordant voice, "Did she say afterward that you bought the flower you broke off?"

Palmer shattered this beautiful atmosphere in a simple and straightforward way, and then Church added the final blow.

"some."

Qiu Qi smiled helplessly, "It was just a joke. I made a specimen of that flower and put it in her flower shop."

"It's so good..." Hart sighed, and then asked Palmer, "Why are other people's pictures so beautiful and yours so weird?"

"Think about it carefully, are you sure Church's emotional experience is not weird?" Palmer asked.

After thinking about it for a while, it seems that Church is indeed not normal either. His memories are constantly being purged, but falling in love with the same person again and again sounds both romantic and rough.

Shelley asked in a low voice, "Don't you have a normal emotional experience?"

You look at me, I look at you, everyone turns their attention to Burrowgo. Apart from Palmer and Church, Burrowgo is the only person present who has an emotional connection.

After looking at Boluogo for a few times, everyone looked away. After all, Boluogo was nowhere to be seen.

"There is no ordinary and normal development of feelings and emotions from the beginning. It seems that no matter who you are, you have to go through some storms." Palmer analyzed.

Just as a few people were chatting endlessly, talking about the emotions of love and hate, a low sound of footsteps sounded from the stairwell.

Everyone turned their attention to the stairs and saw a drunk and extremely embarrassed figure crawling out.

Her long blond hair was spread out in random directions, hanging with wine and stuck to her wet body. The whites of her eyes were bloodshot, as if she hadn't slept for several days and nights.

Today, Sere looks too desolate. You must know that although he has some brain problems, he still maintains his original dignity even when he is pole dancing.

But now he looks like a homeless man, even wearing only underwear.

After looking at everyone, Se Lei turned around and got into the bar, opened the bottle cap, took the bottle and started drinking.

Alcohol was continuously poured into his throat, accumulated in his intestines and stomach, and after a period of violent peristalsis, he spit it out in one breath.

Listening to the vivid sound of vomiting, everyone could not help but frown.

"what happened to him?"

Boluoge felt something was wrong with Sere's state and whispered to Weier.

"He has been like this for a while. He must have been dreaming about the bad things he had done. He couldn't sleep or eat well, so he had to use alcohol to numb himself."

Wei'er obviously wants to know a lot about Sere's past.

"What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him? Does he really care about what's wrong with him?" Palmer whispered.

In everyone's eyes, Serei has always been a representative of heartlessness. There seems to be no worries in his life, there are just banquets waiting for him to attend.

Sere crawled out of the vomit and opened another bottle of wine. He seemed to be drinking heavily, or washing his face with wine. He threw the bottle aside. He lay half-dead on the bar and barely raised his head and said .

"What were you talking about just now?"

Palmer secretly said in his heart, "Damn it, he heard it."

"What marriage?"

Sere's next words dispelled Palmer's concerns.

"Is someone getting married?"

Sere stood up straight and leaned against the wall. His eyes swept over the faces. When he fell on Bologe, he just ignored them. Sere didn't think that Bologe could get married. thing, not to mention that he is an immortal like himself.

"Well...this is not a good thing."

Sere muttered as he walked out from behind the bar, "You will no longer be free. Your destiny is completely bound by another person. You have to share everything with each other. Even if the other person passes away, this shackles will not dissipate until it Follow you to death."

"It sounds like you feel like marriage is some kind of curse," Burlogo said.

"To be precise, it's a gift."

Sere showed a playful smile to Boluogo, "Whatever you gain, you lose."

"Then you should have gained a lot, and lost a lot," Boluogo added, "after all, you have so many wives."

Sere said, "It's okay."

"That's true," Boluogo nodded and confirmed, "Anyway, it's just a formal marriage, and you don't love them."

Since Olivia's incident, the relationship between Bologg and Sere has become acute. Bologg hopes that the Night Clan lord can stand up, make up for the mistakes he made back then, and take responsibility. But Sere only wants to rot in the undead club until he dies, and has no interest in anything else.

"You can't speak so absolutely, Boluogo," Sere explained without being angry, "There is such a person to whom I have given my sincerity."

"Then what?"
To be continued...