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Lian Qiu is very similar to Lian Yan, but the biggest difference is that Lian Yan has half a mask on her face, and the birthmark behind her ear can be imitated, but this half mask has only one. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the small building next to Linghu Lake, the pale half-grown children opened the small door and secretly looked at the group of strange people behind the door, there were about a dozen of them, wearing white coats, very similar to the people who usually gave them injections.

Walking in the front was a girl, three or four years old, wearing a red skirt, a silver mask covering half of her face, and the exposed left side of her face was expressionless.

Probably newcomers, the kids thought. The eldest child here is about ten years old, and the youngest is only five or six years old, this child is too young to be unsympathetic, their expressions are numb, only the curiosity that should be in the depths of their eyes.

The group of strangers led the girl along the corridor from one end to the other, a man in a white coat pushed open the closed door at the end, the girl walked in first, and the people behind him followed, and the white coat was about to close the door, when a boy suddenly broke in.

He was flushed and wanted to hold the girl, but was stopped by a tall white coat, kneeling on the ground in embarrassment, but still trying to get close to the girl.

"It's dangerous here, you should leave, someone hasn't been out since they entered this room."

The boy struggled and resisted, and suddenly saw a pair of small red shoes appear under his crushed head. Feeling the hand on his head loosen, the boy quickly raised his head and saw the masked girl standing in front of him.

"Hello, my surname is Lian, who are you?" The girl opened the corners of her mouth and smiled, it was the innocence that should be at this age, but it looked very weird because of the mask she was wearing.

The boy was stunned, and the girl waited patiently for his answer. Finally, the boy replied in a low and serious voice: "My name is Liye, Lili is the glass of Liuli, and the night is the night of the night." ”

"Hello, Liye, my name is Lian Yan, Lian Jia, Lian is the meaning of death." The girl said, as if she had thought of something, and continued: "You are very clean, you don't belong here. ”

The boy was carried out, and the moment the door was closed, the boy looked up and inadvertently saw several people standing side by side in the room, they were not wearing white coats.

Suddenly, the boy remembered that a long time ago, the young mother told a pair of brothers: "Even the people of the family are crazy, and the family does not want to be easily provoked by the elders." If you see an elder family, never treat them like waste, even if it's just a child. And the head of the family always wears bright red clothes, and men are no exception. ”

Soon after, the boy was sent out, and no one knew where the boy who had spoken to the head of the family was sent, and no one cared.

"Liye? I guess it's called the Long Night. ”

Almost half of the people in the room were involved in the cloning project, and that day was their first official meeting, and the little boy named Liye was just an episode. It's just that now the boy's surname has grown, and some people in the long family can't stay.

"That person, you are not allowed to move." Lian Yan suddenly said ruthlessly.

The others just glanced at her unexpectedly, and waited thoughtfully for today's event, speaking of which, it was really a pity that the kid from the Ling family left early.

The Immortal Elders all stood up and retreated from the massive mahogany table. The parrot flew up from its fluttering wings, leaving behind a table of feathers.

The roots of the tree tangled in the ceiling stretched down and clasped the edge of the table, forming a cage.

Family-linked.

"Old friend, why did you give up the position of elder to that kid of the Ling family?" The old man was accustomed to talking to himself, and he had no hope that his old friend would be able to speak. "He's the robbery of our little family master."

"Chioxi?" Fingers tapped on the table with a heavy rattle.

The old man looked at his old friend unexpectedly, and finally smiled, "Lian Lang, I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore." ”

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