Go Through My Demon Host

Chapter 3315: Tiandao Administration: Internal Gathering

Chapter 3315 Tiandao Administration: Internal Gathering

Mo Lin continued to speak gently, that kind of gentleness is always a little bit bad, who can become the original character and have lived for so long, whoever is cleaner than anyone else has countless blood on his hands more or less: "It's a weird kid, um...it's not right, there doesn't seem to be a normal person among the original characters."

When approached the box, the beautiful man in ancient costume shook his folding fan slowly, lifted his white chin, and pointed to a position, "Look."

Ranbai listened to him and looked in the direction that Mo Lin said. He could see a few children who should be questers. He was a boy, not very big, at most twelve or three years old.

Wearing a gorgeous retro small suit of the Central European Century, the black is restrained and deep and delicate, and the dress is very formal and rigorous. It also reflects the serious temperament of the boy and the old.

Soft black hair, fine eyelashes, red lips and white teeth, like a carefree young master of the nobles of Central Europe.

At this moment, surrounded by the tasker, rubbing his white cheeks, the delicate skin leaves a visible red mark, which is a bit pitiful.

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

Ranbai retracted his gaze with only a single glance, and when he was not very interested, he said concisely: "It's rare."

Mo Lin nodded in agreement.

Few taskers survived in the Tiandao Administration Bureau, and even fewer people who became the initial taskers, and it was still a pair of biological siblings with serial numbers before and after.

The only pair.

He considered it a little, and said in a half-joking tone: “Don’t look at the cute brothers and sisters, they are actually more ruthless than anyone...well, they have killed the tasker through loopholes in the system rules.”

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 just saw Ranbai and Mo Lin. After a little pause, he was very surprised. Nodding to them politely, rigorous and expensive, but because of their young age, their white, tender and cute faces, there is a kind of contrast.

"003?" One of the young people who was leaning on the table with a lazy aura raised his eyes, lazily as if all the soft bones were gone, and his tone was ridiculously joking: "Rare guests~"

003 The time for the host to become the initial tasker is not too short, but it seems that he has never been here except for the first time he has not seen it.

He has also heard about the 003 host.

interesting.

Qingjiu's incident...

The boy looked at the red-robed figure who is not close to strangers. He bends his eyes. The snow-white little tiger's teeth sticks out his lips, revealing a little bit of teeth, a little lazy and harmless, "Know it, I am 008~"

Ranbai glanced at him coldly, and said calmly, "Since you know who I am, then I won't introduce it."

"Sister is a bit cold~" The boy laughed, and finally got bones, got up from the chair, and blinked his long eyelashes, "Mo Lin, tell my sister about my life story." He smiled. Very pure, but contradictory demon: "How can those who are the same initial taskers not understand it well."

Mo Lin is welcome: "You didn't open your mouth yourself?"

"I’m not tired~"

Mo Lin quite agrees with this: “You are not tired for three hundred and sixty-five days a year.”

"The words of the time. Scum." Mo Lin uttered four words unambiguously at the nail of the head, so accurate that they couldn't be more accurate.

Timeline: "……"

"Mo Lin, I'm still alive. I'm not dead." The young man murmured softly. When his voice was low, he looked a little glutinous, but when he licked his lips, he was sloppy and ecstatic: "Sister, don't listen to him~ "

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

Ran Bai Leng stood there indifferently, as if melting the cold of winter, and was playful and indifferent when he bit the words: "Born to be a couple?"

Shiyan was taken aback for a while, holding on to his fair and delicate side face, "Sister, still kidding?"

Mo Lin has a word that is correct.

There is no normal person in the initial mission.

At least none of the few people I saw are normal.

And this so-called internal gathering is to talk about all sorts of things completely indiscriminately, and there are all kinds of things.

Introduction to each other by the initial taskers.

Basically, only the number is mentioned, not the name.

"This tasker is from generation to generation. It may be that the initial tasker will be replaced one day." Mo Lin smiled casually: "The name is just a pronoun. Knowing the initial system number is enough, why know so many useless ones. Information. Wouldn't it be a vain mind when a person died? If it is really long, someone will know the name even if you don’t say it."

He spoke casually and smiled coldly.

Maybe the quest person is not sincere.

Whether was the name or the number, I didn’t care about dyeing it white, but hummed coldly, poured a cup of tea with my slender and pale fingers, and sipped it, which didn’t suit my taste, and put it down again.

"Elimination task?"

"Yes~"

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

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

"So too. Existing for too long, the system has to find a chance to clean it up."

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

Yan Bai didn't have that interest, her fingertips were spinning around the edge of the teacup.

At this time.

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

The hand pushing the teacup is too pale, with a translucent complexion.

Dyeing white supports the lower jaw, looking over.

The cold girl in black was facing her gaze, with a pair of faintly blue eyes, which were a bit colder and less beautiful, and more empty and silent.

is Guiying.

Ranbai gently aroused her thin red lips, smiling evilly, holding the cup of tea in front of Guiying, shaking it lightly, and then slowly handing it to her lips, taking a sip.

Entrance tea.

is her favorite taste.

"Thank you." Ranbai put down his teacup, looking at Guiying with unknown meaning, without any fluctuations in his expression, and said two words calmly.

Guiying has always said few words, and cherishes the words like gold. At this moment, she was silent for a short while, and she spoke stiffly, with a cold tone like snow: "You're welcome."

Look at her first glance when she put down the tea cup.

Guiying feels that she would like another taste.

The intuition that the sword goes slant forward.

Definitely.

Yuyao: "..."

Seal: "..."

No way.

The last time I almost swung the sword to death, this time I was saying thank you, you're welcome? ? ?

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

It’s definitely not their memory.

So there must be something wrong with this world.

Well, yes, nothing wrong.