to pure life

bit is? "Seeing the new face, he smiled kindly, but in return the other party slightly widened his eyes.

"Li Lan Garros, the head of logistics in the organization." Cohen patted Li Lan on the shoulder, casually reminding him not to be distracted.

Li Langaros, who was ordinary in appearance and not special in temperament, nodded stiffly to Si Mingrui, but he couldn't make a sound from his throat.

Not in the mood to continue talking with this complete stranger, Si Mingrui and Aldous, who had something to say from the bottom of his heart, exchanged eye contact, and left at the same time tacitly, while the other team members did not follow up to disturb.

"Is he... the leader's... illegitimate son?" Lilangaros asked tremblingly, this sentence successfully made Cohen choke on his own saliva, and he sighed with admiration: "So we The most imaginative person should be Li Lan, you are right, I am willing to bow down, I am willing to bow down!"

Lilang Garros gave Cohen an angry look, "Stop talking so much nonsense, hurry up and talk about the important thing, what is the identity of this new number nine?"

"It's indeed the first time you've seen him... um...how do you feel?" Instead of answering Li Lan's question, Cohen asked Li Lan instead.

"I don't know about other things, but when he looked at us just now, I thought I was going to die soon, such a terrifying look, even if the leader looked at the metamorphic body, he would not be so...then..." Can't find an accurate adjective To define the feeling in my heart, but Li Lang Garros really can't get a good impression of the other party.

Cohen touched his chin, Zhichun looked at them for the first time with really wrong eyes, completely different from usual, maybe something went wrong when he was cultivating his abilities, but isn't his ability the Lightning Element? How can a real thing be constructed?

Walking behind Aldous unhurriedly, unlike the situation of following Huang Quan, the reason why Si Mingrui chose to walk behind was because he didn't want to leave the back for someone he couldn't trust, but the other party didn't seem to care.

"Don't you think it is necessary to explain what happened just now? Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to explain when the leader returns." Aldous tried to talk to Si Mingrui in a non-deliberate tone.

"It's just a problem with the ability. It's just that I didn't control the power well. As for the leader, I can explain it myself." Even though he didn't know the situation at the scene, Si Mingrui could imagine how serious the damage would be. He really didn't know how to explain to Huang Quan, his little money might not be enough to compensate for every corner.

Aldous walked forward with a dull head. He said nothing about Si Mingrui. The status of this team member is too difficult to define. He is not afraid of what the other party will say in front of the leader, but there is always something strange in his heart. Feel.

Obviously there were a lot of things to talk about, but after that, the two of them returned to the special area of ​​the Salad Combat Team all the way in silence. Looking at the rather horrible scene, Si Mingrui felt that his previous thoughts were still on the bright side. .

"Ahem, we already had a plan to rebuild it, and now we just take this opportunity to start and finish it." This sounds purely for comforting people, and Aldous's complexion is not much better.

The author has something to say: ...I was wrong, chief...

...I was wrong, everyone...

In fact, this chapter should be called Chicken Flying Dog Jumping. Besides, I really like the name Li Langarose... I was going to be the name of the next new book Xiao Gong, but one day I suddenly discovered a truth... Then I gave up. Let’s be a supporting role in this article now~

Press your claws... The leader said that you can't do it if you don't give up. Today is the Rotten Girl's Day~

ps: I wrote the essay until I fell asleep, and I couldn’t open my eyes when I was revising it. There may be some things that are not smooth, so please forgive me.

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Si Mingrui looked around carefully, then walked to the sunken wall, touched his chin and frowned, and began to think about something, while Aldous also followed, stood beside him and said: "This is made of use polymer particle material. It is the material with the strongest heat resistance, impact resistance, flexibility and memory restoration that can be artificially produced at present." The implication may be to express Siming Rui's previous level of destructive power is really extraordinary.

Slowly raising his arm, Si Mingrui pressed his right palm on a random place on the wall, and threw a word to Aldous before he could ask, "Back." As soon as the words fell, the wall under his palm suddenly vibrated After a while, Aldous, who was watching clearly from the side, stepped back a few meters back very cooperatively, and then stared at Si Mingrui's right hand with probing eyes, lest he miss any details.

But standing in front of the distorted wall, the black-haired young man did not make any other strange movements, he just maintained the same appearance as before, and the wall did not change, and Aldous couldn't help but suspect that it was It's not that I'm dazzled by myself.

With his back to Aldous, Si Mingrui closed his eyes with a very serious expression. His eyeballs rolled under his eyelids, and he seemed to be struggling to solve some trouble. Then his face turned pale for a moment, and he kept lifting his Putting down his right hand, he lowered his head and opened his eyes, turning his head and walking towards Aldous without looking.

"How……"

The black-haired young man who was coming towards him gave him a small smile, and then the two passed by, leaving only Aldous to watch what happened in front of him with a dumbfounded expression.

The sunken part on the wall expanded outward like a person who just woke up stretched, while the high raised angle on the other side twisted and shrunk back. The whole wall was being repaired automatically, and even Those cracked gaps are also self-consciously connected and recombined. After a while, the broken traces just now can't be seen, and the sound of collision and friction of ues plates can be heard all around his ears. Aldous didn't care about surprise, he hurriedly Turning his head and shouting at Si Mingrui's back, "This is it?" But the other party just raised his hand and waved it smartly, "I'm afraid I can't recover in the room, if Mr. McKenzie doesn't mind sleeping with me at night, I will I will treat him well." The voice was getting farther and farther away, but Aldous didn't chase it out, he stepped forward in a daze, touched it with his fingers in disbelief, and couldn't see the original broken look at all. Apart from the scattered seats in the lounge and the disappearing McKinsey room inside the wall, what evidence is there to prove the accident that happened not long ago.

Si Mingrui, who was walking on the corridor, was still a little pale. He wandered aimlessly in the corridor with a dazed look on his face.

When his fine hairs suddenly stood on end, Simingrui raised his head, only to realize that he had come to the door of Huangquan's study room. The uncomfortable feeling just now was caused by the scanning of the detector. He wanted to turn around and leave, but the weird door unexpectedly It automatically opened a gap, as if waiting for Si Mingrui to enter, and stopped, he finally chose to walk towards the study.

First, he paid attention to the pattern of double pupils on the door. While looking at it, Simingrui continued to push the door open until he could enter. When his figure completely disappeared behind the door, the door slowly closed again. His pupils stared straight ahead strangely.

The smell of old books in the study room was still strong. Si Mingrui supported the bookshelf, pointed at the spine of the book and slid it all the way. He approached the most eye-catching display in the room - the huge wooden desk, standing on its left , the sunlight outside the window slanted into this space, just hitting the corner of the chair.

Si Mingrui found that his fingers were only a few centimeters away from the light. He stared at the bright line and suddenly felt very tired.

Pulling out the chair and sitting down, Si Mingrui, who buried himself in the soft chair, was once again surrounded by shadows. Huang Quan said that he could come here at any time, and he was the only person in the base who had a pass.

Leaning forward, the things on the table were neatly tidied up. Now there is only a stack of white paper in the middle of the table, with a very beautiful pen pressed on it. It looks like a high-end product. Then he opened the cap of the pen as if he was going to write something on the paper, the tip of the pen almost touched the paper, but Si Mingrui stopped, he didn't know what he was going to do.With a lot of thoughts in his head, Si Mingrui realized that he had never written Chinese since he came to this age. He was so moved that he raised his pen to write down his name.

Three square Chinese characters appeared on the white paper, but it seemed too sloppy to occupy the whole white paper with only such Braille characters. Next to his own name, he admired it for a few seconds. Of course, Si Mingrui was just admiring his good handwriting.Looking at it, I suddenly felt that my current behavior was simply being silly. I smiled and used a pen to scribble out my name at will, but when I moved my eyes, I found that this left another name that was more lonely, and the smearing stopped. When he got down, Si Mingrui shrank back in fear, and the pen in his hand fell on the table and rolled around twice before not moving.

Turning his head subconsciously, he glanced at the paper out of the corner of his eye, Si Mingrui stood up abruptly, crumpled it up with his hands and threw it into a corner.Patting himself on the head vigorously, Si Mingrui felt that he was always having some inexplicable thoughts, and it really wasn't good to live in space.

Dragging his chin with one hand, Si Mingrui sat quietly for almost half an hour before leaving.

After turning off the water, taking the absorbent towel that was put aside, Si Mingrui wiped his hair and body casually, then wrapped it around his waist.

Seeing his fair complexion comparable to that of a white towel, Siming