Quick-wearing female supporting roles: the sickly villain is suicidal

Chapter 535 World Twelve: The Last Rose 1
888's tone was a little guilty, "This...is the special place I mentioned before. The original owner of this world has no memory for the time being."

Lan Shuang was stunned: "What do you mean? How to do the task without memory? What is her wish?"

"Because this world is very special, the soul of the original owner was imprisoned, and her memory was also blocked, turning into a strand of wronged soul, but her obsession was too strong and her resentment was too heavy, so we detected her and accepted her commission , she has only one wish, which is to escape."

Lan Shuang was confused, "Is there no other information besides this?"

"The original owner is also called Lan Shuang, and the rest is gone. The host needs to explore by himself, and the resentment value in this world is very high, with [-] points. The host needs to work hard."

"Seven hundred points?" Lan Shuang was stunned, "How could it be seven hundred points? Isn't one hundred the upper limit?"

888 said vaguely: "The host will know about these later. High risk means high reward. Seven hundred resentment points correspond to seven hundred points. It's still very cost-effective. Don't you feel tempted by the host?"

Lan Shuang: "Hehe——I only know that there will be no pies in the sky, only traps. A world without even the original owner's information will start in hell mode."

888 fell silent, trying to play dead.

No matter how much Lan Shuang poked him, she didn't make a sound, and finally she gave up, and opened her eyes to look at the surrounding environment first.

Her eyelids were dry and heavy, and she was still a little uncomfortable with the bright light when she first came into contact with it, so she couldn't help but shed tears.

She moved, and suddenly heard a scream: "Ah - she moved!"

Lan Shuang: "..."

Are you talking about her?Does she look scary?Otherwise why such a big reaction?
Thinking of this, Lan Shuang felt cold again.

"What's it called? It's not a ghost, isn't it normal for a living person to move?"

A cold female voice resounded, which reassured Lan Shuang a little.

She dragged her tired body to stand up, and suddenly someone came to help her, "Sister, are you feeling unwell?"

Lan Shuang looked down, she was a little girl with double ponytails and big black eyes, she looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a red plaid suspender denim skirt, holding a brown bear puppet in her arms .

She couldn't help but take a second look before realizing that it wasn't a puppet, but a bag.

"Thank you, I seem to have a fever." Lan Shuang's voice became hoarse as soon as she spoke, but the little girl still heard clearly, and helped her to the big sofa in the middle of the living room and sat down, "You can rest on the sofa, sit It’s even more uncomfortable when the wind blows at the door.”

Seeing that the other party was not malicious, Lan Shuang decided to exchange identity information, "My name is Lan Shuang, what's your name?"

"My name is Wen Qingqing. You can call me Qingqing. I'm 15 years old."

"A nice name, I'm eighteen."

Lan Shuang said while turning her head to look at the others. There were two men sitting on the sofa opposite her. The one facing her was an office worker with a suit, leather tie and tie. He had a slight beer belly when he sat down. He is of medium build, and his age should not exceed forty. His facial features are regular, not outstanding, but he is also considered handsome. Wearing silver-rimmed glasses, he looks quite shrewd.

Noticing his gaze, the man cleared his throat and asked, "There shouldn't be anyone missing, right?"

Wen Qingqing looked around and was about to speak when the door suddenly opened and another person came in.

Lan Shuang looked up and was taken aback for a moment.

The visitor was wearing a light blue shirt, light blue jeans, and white casual shoes. He looked very refreshing and clean. He was tall and straight, with the unique vitality of young people. A pair of peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling. The mole is even more charming, and looks particularly sentimental, but his outline is very deep and sharp, combining hardness and softness.

"I was the last to arrive? Sorry."

He smiled, his eyes locked on Lan Shuang on the sofa in an instant, and he happily reported his family name, "Hi, I'm Jiang Lusheng, a 20-year-old college student."

Lan Shuang lost her rhythm in disappointment, no matter how many times she saw it, she would still be moved by this face.

But this time he used his real name again?Or is it a coincidence?

"Let's sit down and talk when we're here. This fact is really weird. It's better for us to be honest." The man with silver-rimmed glasses pushed his frame and stood up, "My name is Liu Quan, I'm 32 this year, and I work for a listed company manager."

After speaking, he looked at the man beside him, and Lan Shuang followed suit.

This man is obviously older than Liu Quan, and has less hair. He wears a pair of very ordinary black-rimmed glasses and the most ordinary brown-red short sleeves. The hem is tucked into his trousers, revealing a black belt. He is well-behaved, with a gentle and gentle expression, like a teacher.

Lan Shuang was watching, and suddenly felt that the sofa beside her was sinking slightly. She turned her head to look, and met those twinkling peach blossom eyes, "Is there no one here? Can I sit?"

Lan Shuang narrowed her eyes, and looked at his ass meaningfully.

No, why don't you sit down too?

Jiang Lusheng laughed, "Okay, I'll just pretend there's no one here."

The man with black-rimmed glasses smiled shyly, "I'm He Ping, 45, the head teacher of the second grade."

Lan Shuang nodded, "I thought you looked like a teacher just now."

He Ping raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Is it obvious?"

On the other side of the single sofa, the beautiful woman with Erlang legs up smiled and brushed her hair, "The temperament is very obvious, very similar to my former head teacher."

As soon as the words came out, everyone laughed, and the atmosphere suddenly eased a lot.

"Wen Qingqing and Lan Shuang have both been introduced, so let me do it." The beauty is wearing a red feather suspender dress. She has a hot figure and fair skin. Her every frown and smile are very charming, and her fox eyes are hooked. "My name is Mu Tiao." , age... keep it secret, I'm an actor."

"Actor?" The boy who was leaning on the chair at the end of the table suddenly sat up straighter, "Big star?"

Mu Tiao looked back and smiled, "It doesn't matter, I haven't become so popular yet, you see, you don't know me."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's expressions were a little embarrassing. They really didn't know Mu Tiao.

The boy raised his eyebrows, "Now we know each other, my name is Li Weiyan, 21, just like him, a college student."

Lan Shuang took a look at him. He looked like a sports-loving college student in a white loose T-shirt, loose shorts, and white socks sneakers.

Looking down, there is another person sitting next to him. This person is obviously aged, with gray hair, black and thin and strong, wearing a big vest, pants and slippers.

He spoke with an accent, but he was very enthusiastic, "My name is Gao Yaozu, and I am sixty this year." Scratching his head, he said awkwardly, "Now I am unemployed, growing vegetables at home."

Lan Shuang nodded and looked around. All the men present had been introduced, and there were only two women standing behind.

The approximate occupations of the two can be seen from their standing postures. One stands upright, with her hands crossed on her abdomen, and she should be engaged in the service industry. The other has her hands in her pockets, and her beige wide-leg suit pants line her figure with excellent proportions. , a pair of beige high-heeled shoes below, the workmanship is excellent, and it is worth a lot of money at first glance.

Lan Shuang raised her eyes, just in time to meet her gaze.

　There are too many people hahahahaha

　　
　
(End of this chapter)