"So, it's not you who has the problem, it's him. Do you understand?" Wu Mingkong pointed at Ron.

"I understand, sir." Moore Rosky couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This is considered passing.

"It's good if you understand, so you have no value anymore. Let's take it down and deal with it."

The hope that Moore Rosky had just risen was directly destroyed by Wu Mingkong. No problem, which means that he has no value at all. Why don’t he deal with it?

Wait for the New Year to have a sashimi?

Wu Mingkong is not good at this bite, and the sashimi is not as delicious as the shelter.

"Wait, sir, I..." Moore Rosky wanted to say something, but no one was going to let him speak.

There were so many people he offended in this matter, and there were so many that he could not count them.

Not to mention the containment agencies, Baiya City has basically no one who survives, from wild extraordinary people to various organizations. It is not enough to quell the public's anger without death.

Moore Rosky, who was dragged down, had no ability to resist at all. Two sixth-level extraordinary people held him down, and even his voice was silent, and he could not speak out at all.

"Okay, the one who just talked about his mental journey, but unfortunately he was not very eloquent. Now it's your turn. Come and tell me about your mental journey." Wu Mingkong looked at Ron, the lucky young man.

Fear gradually filled Ron's heart. How can you not be afraid?

Moore Rosky said a few words and was directly dragged down to deal with it. Will he be treated the same way?

Ron doesn't know what the result is to pull it down, but he is absolutely certain that there will be no good ending.

Let's talk about it, it's probably the same end after that.

If you don’t say it, the outcome will probably be much different.

"Don't you plan to say it? It's embarrassing for me to sing a solo show alone." Wu Mingkong looked at Ron with interest.

He was born into a civilian family, his parents died, and he was accidentally infected. He was chased by enemies, and his life was hanging on the line and he was helped by noble people and escaped and ascended to heaven.

Wu Mingkong is so expensive.

Judging from these performances, this is a complete treatment for the protagonist. If it weren't for the fact that there was no luck in this world, Wu Mingkong would definitely think that this guy was the protagonist.

Especially the incomplete star-track ritual, it seems to be tailor-made, first-level killing, second-level killing, if you take a shortcut, it would be fine, it would be a frontal killing.

Why can anyone surpass the level and cannot kill?

"I, I don't know what to say." Ron said, gritting his teeth. He didn't know what would happen to the moody person in front of him, but he could only do so.

"How to say it, this is a problem. Why not do this? Let's talk about your feelings about becoming a first-level wind and thunder envoy." Wu Mingkong said as he knocked on the armrest on the seat of the resentful spirit.

The Wind and Thunder Envoy is actually a profession, which is a derivative variant of the Elemental Envoy. But Ron didn't know that he was thinking that he could control the power of wind and thunder. It would be fine to call the Wind and Thunder Envoy.

"Sir, my profession is really a Wind and Thunderbolt?" Ron was a little shocked. He thought he had guessed it.

"No, I'm talking nonsense." Wu Mingkong can't say that I've seen your memory, it's very useless, and there will be no stupid experimental samples to get to him from now on.

Ron had never expected Wu Mingkong to answer like this.

"Okay, sir, I am happy to be the first-level wind and thunder. I have no other thoughts, really." Ron racked his brains and didn't come up with any thoughts. With his poor knowledge, he could only describe it as happiness.

"It's gone?" Wu Mingkong felt that this answer was very simple, and it was so simple that it was just two words.

"It's gone, sir." Ron answered very honestly, but he was very nervous, afraid that Wu Mingkong would say something worthless, so he would drag him down to deal with it.

Wu Mingkong looked at Ron like this, and from the beginning he discovered that Ron seemed a little out of place.

Especially his profession.

Wu Mingkong can cheat his father, definitely not Fenglei, and from the memories of Ron and More Rosky, this professional star-orbit ritual is incomplete and real, and it is very serious.

Not only is it the first level, but it is also the incomplete first level. Wu Mingkong cannot even reproduce how Ron completed this star-orbit ritual.

luck?

Wu Mingkong couldn't help but smile knowingly, maybe.

He was a little curious about what this complete star-orbit ritual was like.

Of course, no matter how curious he is, he will not deliberately look for it. Who knows that this kind of thing can be found? This is the copy world, not his Great Zhou.

If it were in his Great Zhou, with a command, this thing could be dug out for him even if it was buried in the grave.

"A good-lucky boy, are you interested in hanging with me?" Wu Mingkong sent a sincere invitation to the experimental product.

Ron widened his eyes incredibly. He now suspected that he had heard it wrong. A big man could determine Moore. Rosky, the person who actually controls the life of Uhuo City, would actually invite him.

What an incredible thing this is.

"Why did you choose me?" Ron asked excitedly under pressure.

"Why? I don't need a reason to do things. If you insist on saying it, it means that you are lucky. I think you can be a qualified mascot."

Of course, Wu Mingkong still hid a short paragraph of this sentence, which means that he is not only a qualified mascot, but also a qualified experimental product or bait.

Ron never expected this reason. He thought Wu Mingkong would talk about his honest quality or something, but he didn't expect too much. He had already earned his life. It would be the most appropriate to use the word "unexpected happiness" to describe it.

"Yes, sir, I will definitely become a qualified mascot."

Ron was very excited. Of course he knew what the mascot was. He could eat well, drink well, and get all kinds of favors.

As for personality? What is that? It is an honor for a civilian to serve as a mascot for a big man.

This not only means that you have no worries about food and clothing, but also means that you have left the civilian class, although you are more like a clown.

Unfortunately, Wu Mingkong just didn't understand, but looking at Ron's excitement, Wu Mingkong didn't say anything more, just be happy.

Wu Mingkong wanted to see if there would be more things happening when Ron followed him, and whether he would have obtained the remaining part of the star-orbit ritual by chance.

"Okay, then you work hard. When the steam train is almost cleaned up, we will set out to the headquarters of the shelter in Tulan City." Wu Mingkong said to Ron happily, but in fact, the data on Ron was being collected by the intelligent brain.
Chapter completed!