Chapter 3318: Tiandao Administration Bureau: Internal Party

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Mo Lin continued to speak politely, that kind of politeness is always a bit bad. Whoever can become an initial character and live for such a long time is cleaner than the other, and his hands are more or less stained with countless blood: "It's quite a weird kid. Well... that's not right. There doesn't seem to be any normal person among the initial characters."

When he approached the box, the handsome man in ancient costume slowly shook his folding fan, raised his fair chin slightly, and pointed at a location, "Look."

Ranbai listened to him and looked in the direction Mo Lin said. He could see a child surrounded by several people who were supposed to be missionaries. He was a boy. He didn't look too old, at most twelve or thirteen years old.

Wearing a gorgeous retro mid-century suit, black, restrained, deep and refined, very formal and rigorous, the boy also has a young and mature serious temperament.

With his soft dark-colored rags, fine eyelashes, and red lips and white teeth, he looks like a carefree young master from a Central European aristocracy.

At this moment, he was surrounded by workers who were rubbing his white cheeks, leaving obvious red marks on his delicate skin, which made him look a bit pitiful.

"That's 005." Mo Lin said, "005 and 006 are brother and sister, dear. They have been here for a long time."

Ranbai withdrew his gaze with only one glance, not very interested, and said concisely: "It's rare."

Mo Lin nodded in agreement.

There are very few missionaries who survive in the Tiandao Administration Bureau, and even fewer become initial missionaries, and they are biological brothers and sisters with the same serial numbers.

The only pair.

He thought about it for a moment and said in a half-joking tone: "Don't look at these siblings as cute, but they are actually more ruthless than anyone else... Well, they even killed missionaries through loopholes in the system rules."

Just when Mo Lin was talking, the little boy surrounded by him seemed to have noticed something. He raised his eyes and looked in this direction. He happened to see Ran Bai and Mo Lin. After a slight pause, he quickly He nodded politely to them, rigorous and dignified, but because he was too young and had a fair, soft and cute face, there was a contrasting cuteness about him.

"003?" One of the young men who was leaning against the table and looking lazily raised his eyes. He was so lazy that all the bones in his body were gone. He said in a playful tone, "A rare guest~"

Host 003 has been the initial missioner for a long time, but it seems that except for the first time he didn't see it, he has never been here again.

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

interesting.

That thing about Qingjiu...

The young man looked at the figure in red clothes and kept away from strangers. He bent his eyes, and the snow-white tiger teeth poked out of his lips, revealing a small tip. He looked a little lazy and harmless, "Let me know, I am 008~”

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

"Sister is a bit aloof~" the young man smiled,

After finally growing bones, he climbed up from the chair and blinked his long eyelashes, "Mo Lin, please introduce my life story to your sister." He smiled innocently, but contradictoryly: "We are both the same. How could the initial tasker not understand it well?"

Mo Lin was not polite: "You didn't open your mouth?"

"I'm not tired~"

Mo Lin quite agrees with this: "There is not a day out of the three hundred and sixty-five days a year that you are not tired."

"Shiyan. Scum." Mo Lin spoke out four words in a sharp and unambiguous manner, so precise that it couldn't be more accurate.

Shiyan: "..."

"Mo Lin, I'm still alive. I'm not dead." The young man murmured in a low voice. When his voice was low, it seemed a little waxy, but when he raised his lips in a flash, he said with a casual and seductive tone: "Sister, don't listen to him~ "

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

Ran Bai stood there coldly and indifferently, as if he had melted into the cold of winter. He spoke playfully and indifferently: "A match made in heaven?"

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Shi Yan was stunned for a moment, then raised his fair and delicate face, "Sister, can you still joke?"

What Mo Lin said was right.

There are no normal people among the initial taskers.

At least none of the few Ranbai met were normal.

And this so-called internal gathering means talking about all kinds of things without any control at all.

Initial taskers introduce each other.

Basically just say the number but not the name.

"This mission has been passed down from generation to generation. You may not know which day the initial mission will be replaced." Mo Lin smiled casually: "The name is just a nickname. It is enough to know the initial system number. Why do you need to know so many useless things? Information. When the person dies, it will be in vain. If it really lasts, people will know the name even if they don’t say it.”

He spoke very casually and smiled coldly.

Maybe the missionaries are not sincere.

Whether it was a name or a number, Ran Bai didn't care. He just hummed coldly, poured a cup of tea with his long and pale fingers, took a sip, and put it down again after it didn't suit his taste.

"Elimination mission?"

"Yeah~"

"Tsk, someone is going to die again."

"This is interesting. Isn't it just a recent thing? The candidates for the mission will be randomly selected. Isn't it the easiest to be selected initially?"

"That's right. If it exists for too long, the system will have to find a chance to clean it up."

Regarding the latest elimination mission, it has become a topic of discussion among the initial missionaries.

Ranbai didn't have that interest, and his fingertips circled the edge of the teacup.

At this time.

A cup of tea was suddenly pushed in front of Ranbai.

The hand pushing the teacup was extremely pale, with a translucent complexion.

Ran Bai propped up her chin and looked over.

The cold girl in black met her gaze, with a pair of blue eyes, which were cold and less beautiful, and more empty and dead.

It was Gui Ying.

Ran Bai gently raised her thin red lips, smiled evilly, picked up the cup of tea in front of Gui Ying, shook it gently, and then slowly handed it to her lips and took a sip.

The tea in her mouth.

It was the taste she liked.

"Thank you." Ran Bai put down the teacup, looked at Gui Ying with an ambiguous expression, and said two words calmly without any fluctuations.

Gui Ying has always been a man of few words and cherishes words like gold. At this moment, he was silent for a while, and spoke stiffly, his voice as cold as snow: "You're welcome."

The first time he saw her put down the teacup.

Gui Ying felt that she would like another taste.

The intuition of taking an unconventional approach.

Determined.

Yu Yao: "..."

Feng Luo: "..."

No way.

Last time, he almost killed me by swinging his sword, but this time he said thank you, you're welcome? ? ?

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

It's definitely not that they remembered it wrong.

So there must be something wrong with this world.

Yes, that's right.

On this point, Feng Luo and Yu Yao's thoughts are surprisingly consistent.

After leaving Huanmo City.

Normally, he should proceed to the next task, but Feng Luo felt guilty when he thought of his lottery just now.

He hesitated and hesitated: "Dear... Host. That, that you see...?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Okay!" Feng Luo instantly got Ran Bai's meaning and started to teleport.