Mo Lin continued to be gentle. Such a gentleman always reveals a little bad. He can become the initial character and live for so long. Who is cleaner than anyone else, and his hands are more or less stained with countless blood: "It's quite strange, it's not right. There seems to be no normal person in the initial character."

When approaching the box, the handsome man in ancient costume slowly shook the folding fan, raised his white chin and pointed to a position, "Look."

Ranbai listened to him and looked in the direction Mo Lin said, and could see that several children who were supposed to be taskers were surrounded by a boy. He looked not big, at most twelve or thirteen years old.

Wearing a gorgeous and retro suit of the Central European century, the black is restrained and deep and exquisite, and it is dressed very formally and rigorously, which sets off the boy's serious temperament of a young man.

The soft ink-colored hair is also a lash sperm, and the lips are red and the teeth are white like a carefree young master of a Central European noble.

At this moment, he was surrounded by the missioner and rubbed his white cheeks, leaving obvious red marks on his delicate skin, which looked a little pitiful.

"That's 005." Mo Lin said: "005 and 006 are brothers and sisters, they are dear, and they have been here for a long time."

Ranbai withdrew his gaze at a glance, and was not very interested, and said concisely: "It's rare."

Mo Lin nodded in agreement.

There are very few missions who survived in the Tiandao Management Bureau, even fewer ones who became the initial mission, and the number of biological brothers and sisters is just one pair.

The only pair.

He thought for a while and said in a half-joking tone: "Don't look at this brother and sister who are quite cute, in fact, the methods are more ruthless than anyone else... Well, he has also killed the missionists through system rules loopholes."

Just as Mo Lin was talking, the little boy surrounded in the middle seemed to notice something. He raised his eyes and looked in the direction here. He happened to see Ran Bai and Mo Lin. After a brief pause, he nodded politely to them, rigorous and noble, but because of his young and white, tender and cute face, there was a contrast.

"003?" One of the boys leaning against the table, with a lazy aura all over his body raised his eyes, as if he was soft and his bones were gone, and his tone was swaying and joking: "A rare guest~"

The 003 host has been a starter with a short time, but it seems that he has never been there except for the first time he has not seen it yet.

He has also heard of things related to the host of 003.

Something interesting.

Qingjiu's incident...

The boy looked at the red-clothed figure, which was shiny and unfamiliar, bent his eyes, and the snow-white tiger teeth poked out his lips, revealing a small piece of the tip of his teeth, looking a little lazy and harmless, "I'll know, I'm 008~"

Ran Bai glanced at him coldly, and said calmly without any emotion: "Since you know who I am, I won't introduce you."

"Sister is a little cold~" The boy smiled. He finally grew bones, got up from the chair, blinked his long eyelashes, "Mo Lin, tell me about my life story." He smiled very purely, but contradictory: "How can you not understand it well by both the initial mission?"

Mo Lin is not polite: "Didn't you open your mouth?"

"Aren't I tired ~"

Mo Lin agrees with this: "You don't have a day without being tired every 365 days a year."

"Shi Yan. Scum." Mo Lin spit out four words without any vagueness, so accurate that it could not be more accurate.

Shi said: "..."

"Mo Lin, I'm still alive. I'm not dead." The boy muttered in a low voice, and it seemed a little glutinous when his voice was low, but when he curled his lips in a flash, he was full of scattered swaying: "Sister, don't listen to him~"

"If I were a scum, Mo Lin would be a scum secretly~"

Ranbai stood there coldly, as if he had melted the cold of winter, and he was playful and indifferent when pronunciating: "Born a pair?"

Shi Yan was stunned for a moment, holding his fair and delicate side face, "Sister can still joke?"

Mo Lin said something right.

There is no normal person among the initial taskers.

At least none of the people Ranbai saw were normal.

And this so-called internal gathering means that it is completely unregulated and involves all kinds of things.

The initial tasker introduces each other.

Basically, it only says the number and not the name.

"This mission has generation after generation, and one day the initial mission will be replaced." Mo Lin smiled carelessly: "The name is just a synonym. It is enough to know the initial system number. Why do you have to know so much useless information? Isn't it in vain to remember the death of a person? If it can really last for a long time, even if you don't say it, it will naturally be possible for someone to know the name."

He spoke casually and laughed coldly.

Maybe the missioners are not sincere.

Ranbai didn't care whether it was a name or a number, but just said coldly, poured a cup of tea with her slender and pale fingers, took a sip, it didn't fit the taste, and put it down again.

"Elimination mission?"

“Yes~”

"Tsk, it's going to die again."

"This is interesting. Isn't it the recent thing? At that time, the task candidates will be randomly selected. Isn't it the easiest to be selected at the beginning?"

"That's right. It's been around for too long, and the system has to find an opportunity to clean it up."

Regarding the latest elimination task, it has become a topic of discussion among the initial taskers.

Ranbai had no interest, and his fingertips were circling around the edge of the teacup.

At this time.

But a cup of tea was suddenly pushed over in front of Ranbai.

The hands that were pushing the teacup were too pale and had a translucent complexion.

Ranbai supported his jaw and looked over.

The cold girl in black faced her gaze, her pair of blue eyes, which was colder and less beautiful, and more empty and dead silence.

It's the return shadow.

Ranbai gently curled up his thin red lips, making the smile cold, and he held the cup of tea in front of Guiying, shook it gently, then slowly handed it to his lips and took a sip.

Entrance tea.

It's the taste she likes.

"Thank you." Ranbai put down the teacup, looked at Guiying with unknown meaning, his expression did not fluctuate, and he calmly said two words.

Guiying has always been talking less and cherishes her words like gold. At this moment, she was silent for a moment, and she spoke stiffly, her tone as cold as snow: "You're welcome."

The first glance she saw her put down the teacup.

Guiying feels that she will like another flavor.

The intuition of taking a different approach.

Confident.

Yu Yao: "..."

Seal: "..."

No.

Last time I almost killed myself, I was waving my sword, but this time I was saying thank you, you're welcome???

Is this world a fantasy or is there something wrong with their memory?

It's certainly they remembered it wrong.

So there must be something wrong with this world.

Yes, yes, nothing wrong.

At this point, Feng Luo and Yu Yao's ideas are surprisingly consistent.

After leaving Fantasy City.

Normally, the next task should be carried out, but Feng Luo felt guilty when he remembered the lottery he just made.

He wanted to speak but stopped, he hesitated and said in a hesitant manner: "Dear... Host. That, look at that..."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Okay!" Feng Luo instantly got Ranbai's meaning and began to teleport.
Chapter completed!