"Haha, that's not entirely true, Talya, you don't have an heir yet, huh. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info I don't like this little girl very much, you two are the same kind of people, you must let me speak first, it's good that she's lucky, not only was she not killed by someone sent by the organization last time, but she almost exposed our identities. ”

"It's a pity, it's just a little bit, and the other little girl would be braver. But I don't blame her, how many years have passed, people have died in our hands one after another, all of them are innocent, but none of them have escaped, has no one ever seen us kill people haha, it's just that they don't dare to claim to see things that others can't see, and they volunteer to live like ants in order to be carefree. ”

"Hey, what about you, ignorant girl, listening to the guests talk about the secret for so long, you didn't consciously ask out loud?

"You're good friends with my ancestor Talia, aren't you? Vio said as he looked at the hooded old man in front of him, who was talking to himself, looking swearing, and completely dissatisfied.

"Friend, haha, do you think so?" the hooded old man asked disdainfully, but his tone involuntarily became sad, "How can there be any friends in the organization, only power, only the strong are eternal." Your useless ancestor, who even wanted to break away from the organization and rebel organization, finally got better, died worse than anyone else! Don't be in a hurry to pity her and steal the fun first, if it was the same person who came today, you and she would have died almost miserably, oh no, you are still so weak, maybe you will die a much more miserable death, the skin is stripped off to make a collection, the oil is scraped off the skin and muscles to refine perfume, the skeleton flows to the black market to be bought by necromancers for experiments, and every day it is flipped over, rotted, and blackened in the heat."

For some reason, although the old man was vulgar and cruel, and treated human life like a mustard in his words, the more he spoke, the more Vio felt a heartfelt trust in him, and she was sure that this man did not intend to kill her.

Judging by the fact that he was willing to communicate so much, he simply didn't like the way his organization behaved. Although he has no lower limit to cursing Vio's death and discussing Taria's death for fun, Vio can hear that this is a rhetoric.

He was upset by what happened to the ancestor Taria, and at the same time warned VIO with complaints and sarcasm that if possible, try to protect his life without rebelling against the organization.

"Hmm, old man, what are you talking about?" Vio cautiously interrupted his state of self-pleasure.

The hooded old man turned his head unhappily and snorted, "No comment! If you let me say it, I'll say it, Talia's great-great-granddaughter, is there anything about you that deserves me to say one more word?"

"Let me think about it," Vio quickly figured out the other party's inconsistent routine, "just because I'm very similar to Ancestor Taria?"

"You!" the old man choked at once, and had nothing to say. He pulled the hood off his head.

At the same time, the surroundings were originally relatively dark, but suddenly a ball of light descended from the sky, illuminating the entire hall area, but he was not sure if this space was still the one in the Santril Mansion villa before.

The hooded old man dragged her hard against him, looking Vio up and down almost greedily.

Vio also took this opportunity to see the true appearance of the old man, he was really, very, very old, the whole face was no exaggeration to say that it was just a layer of skin covering the cheek bones, the cheeks were deeply sunken, the obvious wrinkles on the forehead were thousands of ravines, fine lines criss-crossed, some parts of the skin hung down and were loosely piled up in several layers, and the lips shrunk together, so ugly that people felt terrible.

The eyes, the only part that looks young is the eyes.

His eyes were still clear and not the slightest cloudiness that old people would have, the whites of his eyes and the balls of his eyes were unusually distinct, and at the same time, because of the extreme restraint and deliberate restraint and his own meridians, this black and white distinction did not have a simple feeling, but looked very deep.

"Hmph. The old man stared at Vio for a few seconds, then pushed her aside and ignored her like a boring toy. "It's just a little bit like that, your family is really not as good as a year, about three hundred years ago, I saw a Santreel in Sweden who looked seven or eight points like Taliya, and as soon as he spoke, he was in a mess. You're good, you don't look as beautiful as her, and you dare to learn from her temper, one generation is not as good as the next!"

"Vio is a little aggrieved, the one who said she was like Talia, come out, let's settle the score.

"If you take a closer look, it's actually quite similar, someone said that I am quite similar to my ancestors, you see, my hair can be rolled into the air without any support, and it can be turned into various shapes" Vio pulled his hair unconvinced, making it into all kinds of strange shapes.

The old man didn't look at her at all, and after a while, Vio got bored and just sat there and waited for the old man to fall, her magic would definitely not be able to run anyway.

But the old man asked her again, "Why don't you get it?" Hmph, it's so stingy, and I don't have any perseverance at all. Tell you, cover your heart and don't be scared to death, I know you're not really Santriel."

Vio just wanted to complain that he was underestimating her, but when she heard this sentence in her ears, she seemed to feel that her heart had really stopped.

She looked at the hooded old man with a blank face, and her mind raced to think: can you recognize her through her soul? It can't be the person Virgo Santriel knew before, because after she crossed over, she also inherited the vague memories in the ontological mind, and there were no gaps or missing in those memories, and there were no strange things.

So, did this person participate in the soul crossing and reattach to the shell of another person, or did he at least watch it happen?

"So, where did that girl's soul go, and why did I appear here for no apparent reason?" Vio said more and more calmly, "You know all this, did I come here because of your so-called organization?"

"I'm anxious," the old man didn't answer her in any hurry, but scratched his long silver-gray hair, and then said slowly, "I'll tell you if I'm in a hurry?" You know, I'll tell you, it's not time, you ask, and there will be no results. ”

"Listen up, prick up your ears. The old man scolded, and then said solemnly:

"The full name of the organization is called the Space-Time Orbit Flow Orderliness Maintenance Organization. Abbreviated as temporal organization. (To be continued.) )