The doomsday boss comes from a mental hospital!

Time is "da da" flowing, and the mottled light and shadow cast by the colored windows are drawn into bizarre colors on the ground.

Meng Busan took the lead to look away and looked in the direction of the voice.

Clocks are placed on the walls of the resplendent hall, and the clocks move with a crisp "da da" sound.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a woman with a single ponytail walking towards the man who had been silent all this time, and the other two men moved slightly closer, as if to listen to what the two of them would have to say.

There is a title on the top of the head, indicating that this person's level has reached L3 level, which is nothing surprising.

What is disturbing is his title.

"Cold-Blooded Assassin"?

I don't know how interesting this trial will be!

Meng Busan turned his back to the crowd, and lightly bit the pulp of his right index finger.

"Hello, my surname is Lu. It seems that we are in the same trial." The woman smiled brightly and greeted the "cold-blooded assassin".

Meng Busan turned his toes and observed the two people over there through the reflection on the clock glass.

That Lu Moumou was beautiful, the kind that no man would give a cold face. However, this "cold-blooded assassin" didn't even look at her, and completely ignored her.

Lu Moumou smiled helplessly, not at all unhappy.

She then turned to look at the other two men.

A man said: "My name is Sun."

Another said: "My name is Ann."

The man surnamed Sun was thin, and the man surnamed An was tall.

Lu Moumou chuckled, "I don't know if you have noticed that we all have very good looks."

She tilted her head and smiled slightly in Meng Busan's direction, "I just noticed that this younger sister is also very beautiful."

She put one hand on her chest, touched her chin, and said with a hearty smile: "Could it be that the criterion for entering this trial ground is to look good?"

Sun Moumou and An Moumou couldn't help looking in Meng Busan's direction.

Sun Moumou laughed and said: "Yes, I saw it too, my sister has a face of first love."

An Moumou's voice was low, "So this level is passed with the value of appearance? Wow, that's awesome, there are two big beauties with you."

Meng Busan turned around slowly.

He was standing under the light through the colored windows, and when he turned around, colorful streamers slid past him.

He faced the crowd, coughed lightly, and showed a gentle and lovely smile, "Sorry, I'm a little shy."

The light under the colored windows seemed to turn into a living color, reflecting his white skin and eyes brighter.

He obviously just stood there smiling, but somehow gave people a sense of fragility that would collapse in the next moment, and his pale skin seemed to have never seen the light.

He was holding a small parasol in his hand, the tip of which rested on the ground for support.

When he made such an appearance, the other people present were silent for a moment.

Sun Moumou laughed lowly, "Isn't this too exaggerated? I feel like my heart is going out of control."

An Moumou stared at Meng Busan without blinking, as if it would be a loss if he missed a glance.

Lu Moumou smiled, but said inexplicably, "It's really amazing."

At this time, the man who had been standing silently in the corner also stepped forward.

Sun Moumou's eyelids twitched, and he immediately laughed and joked, "My sister is so beautiful, can't even this elder brother be moved?"

The man ignored his joke and walked straight to the door on the side of the lobby.

An Moumou immediately shouted: "Hey, wait a minute!"

The man was neither fast nor slow, did not look back, and acted like no one else was around.

The kind smile on An Moumou's face couldn't last anymore, and he made a "sloppy" sound.

"You fucking don't give you shame, isn't L3 amazing?"

At this moment, the temperature in the entire lobby suddenly seemed to drop, and goose bumps even appeared on Meng Busan's skin.

There was a slight cracking sound.

An Moumou's pupils shrank.

A white light passed under his ear, chopped off a few strands of his hair, and slammed on the door behind him with a "bang".

The man turned sideways, his eyes were pale, and he said coldly: "If you can't speak, don't use your tongue."

Wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a neckband around his neck, he stands on the boundary between light and shadow, without a trace of emotion.

He was wearing a pair of black leather gloves, tightly exposing a bit of cold white skin between the cuffs and the gloves.

An Moumou was shocked and said something.

Sun Moumou said softly: "Murder is not allowed in the trial ground, brother, can't we go together? How dangerous is it alone?"

The man turned around without speaking.

Lu Moumou took a step forward and said, "My name is Lu Xiaomeng. My skill is to transform into a certain animal. Melee is very useful. You will need me."

The man did not leave.

There was Lu Xiaomeng making a sample, and Sun Moumou immediately followed up and said: "My name is Sun Yi, and my skill is a vending machine. If you need food and drinks, my skill will be very useful."

The man nodded his head slowly and said "hmm".

An Moumou stood behind, gritted his teeth, and looked hesitant, as if wondering whether he should tell his real name and name.

Unfortunately, the man didn't wait for him, but said to Lu Xiaomeng and Sun Yitong, "Let's go."

He took the first step and led the two of them through the door on the right and left.

Before they left, Lu Xiaomeng and Sun Yi couldn't help but glance at Meng Busan who seemed to be frightened by the side.

Lu Xiaomeng's expression was full of consideration.

Sun Yize urged in a low voice: "Sister, hurry up and say your name and skills, it will be easier to pass the test in the test field with thighs."

Meng Busan glanced at An Moumou, then turned around again.

He smiled weakly, and said softly: "No need, it would be dangerous to walk alone in the trial ground, I'd better stay with Brother An, you have to be careful of the traps and assassinations here."

Sun Yi couldn't help sighing, "Don't worry about him, in the proving ground, it's the powerful people who have the final say, and sympathy is useless."

An Moumou gritted her teeth, turned her head to Meng Busan and said, "Yes, you don't need to worry about me, run for your own life."

Meng Busan leaned on a parasol and straightened his back.

Her expression was soft and sunny, "I think that even in the proving ground, you must stick to your principles, so that you can be like a human being."

Lu Xiaomeng was startled, she asked: "What is your principle?"

Meng Busan lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice: "Love all, trust a few, and live up to all."

He raised his head again, "I'm fine, don't worry."

Both Lu Xiaomeng and Sun Yi couldn't help but stare at him intently.

how to say?

Because of the cruelty of the proving ground, such a person is even more valuable.

Facing such a precious and ridiculous person, Lu Xiaomeng's expression was complicated.

She muttered softly: "But you have to live to stick to your own principles. People are going to die, so why not stick to your principles!"

Meng Busan tilted his head, his eyes were pure, "I have come this way all the way, and I will continue this way."

He frowned, "I wish us all good luck, and we can get what we want."

Sun Yi seemed to want to say something more, but a cold snort came from behind.

Sun Yi glanced back, only to see that big guy standing behind him, his eyes slightly lowered, his expression condensed.

He looked at the "Cold-Blooded Assassin" above the boss's head and froze, his teeth collided with each other.

Lu Xiaomeng: "Sorry, we were a little delayed."

The man nodded slightly, turned and left.

There was no other way, so Sun Yi and Lu Xiaomeng had no choice but to leave.

Meng Busan looked at the direction in which the three left, and raised the corners of her mouth. Then, she covered her mouth and coughed lightly.

He walked slowly in the direction of An Moumou, and the soles of the pink and white leather shoes made a crisp sound when they hit the ground.

An Moumou stared at the gleaming marble floor, then immediately raised his head, and said in shame and indignation: "Big sister, since you believe in me, I will never let you down. Just wait, I'm not even in L3, but Brother's skills are also very useful, I will try my best to protect you, big sister."

Meng Busan smiled, and stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, "Get up first, the ground is cold."

An Moumou smiled "hehe" and immediately stood up, not willing to shake his hand at all.

"Don't say it, the ground is really cold."

An Moumou said embarrassingly: "I just now... I was really reckless, but I didn't expect the tester to make a move directly. It seems that the title of 'Cold-Blooded Assassin' on his head is not fake at all, maybe It was murdered."

Meng Busan said softly, "It's good that you're fine."

He gave a low cough.

An Moumou immediately took off his jacket and put it on Meng Busan's shoulders carefully.

"You don't wear too much, come on, wear brother's, oh, yes, I haven't told you yet, my name is Anping, you can call me Brother An, my skill is body strengthening, but unfortunately it can only be strengthened at a time One place, but at least you can fight and escape, if it doesn't work, I'll run away behind my back!"

Meng Busan smiled obediently, "Thank you Brother An."

Anping scratched his cheek embarrassingly, "Hey, it's okay, you're already on my side, and I'm sure I won't give up on you."

He said indignantly again: "That person is really bad-tempered!"

"It seems that such a person has experienced too much in the trial field, and his brain is broken! Once he accidentally kills me, will he be able to get well? No, he will still perish in the trial field!"

Meng Busan walked towards the door behind Anping.

Anping immediately said: "Big sister, you can't get out of this closed trial field, you don't even have to try."

Meng Busan smiled and said, "I just want to see what that person's skills are."

A trail of ice was left on the ten-meter-high gate.

Meng Busan stretched out his hand and touched it.

"It really is ice..."

Anping touched the broken hair with lingering fear, "Is the ice so sharp? Damn, I was almost pierced through the neck by him."

Meng Busan lowered his eyes and smiled, "His skill release is very accurate, and he uses it very skillfully."

He tried to push the door, but the door did not move at all, and there was still a biting cold air from the crack of the door, as if it would form a layer of ice on her palm in the next moment.

"It's so cold, there should be no living things outside."

He turned around and looked at the entire lobby without a trace.

From this point of view, Tang Ci must still be here.

Anping was about to say something, when suddenly, his pupils narrowed, he pointed at the door and said, "You...look!"

Meng Busan looked back, only to see that the place where the ice seal hit began to bleed slowly.

Anping: "What a trough! There shouldn't be ghosts here!"

Meng Busan tapped the blood on the door with his fingertips, and slowly held it in his mouth.

Anping stared at her with wide eyes.

Meng Busan was thoughtful, "It is indeed blood."

"This blood also formed a palm print!" An Ping exclaimed again.

Meng Busan stretched out his hand and got close to the palm print, the place where the ice pierced was just between the two fingers.

The author has something to say: "Love all, trust a few, and live up to all." - Shakespeare's "As You Like It"

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感谢在2020-06-0323:06:07~2020-06-0417:53:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: One day with a knife in hand, kill all one;

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Ares 2;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Su Yi Qingcheng Wei Junyan, Ling Wuxin; 1 bottle of Ares;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!