"I said Xiaoling, I'm really fine."

On the Veuve Clicquot Avenue, a silver-gray Maserati, a figure sitting in the back row said helplessly.

Black and white simple women's fashion, one shoulder is exposed in the gap folded by the waves, and the legs with black high heels are perfectly slender under the soft black skirt, these are actually international brands, but the seemingly simple clothes perfectly highlight her beauty, and the slightly curly burgundy long hair is full of the country.

It's just that at this time, Yesheng looked at Hua Ling with a resolute face in the driver's seat a little helplessly.

"Nonsense, you just told me a few days ago that you were covered in bruises last week!"

Hua Ling, who was driving the car, glared at her with disgust from the rearview mirror.

After several days since he left the night bureau last time, Hua Ling finally found out from some high-ranking family members who were in a key position the whereabouts of Ye Sheng, who had actually gone to a certain city in the south to carry out a mission.

Gritting his teeth and being angry, his unconscious best friend, went to work again, and Hua Ling, who was frowning, got on the nearest flight directly, and after fainting the guy who didn't know how many people accosted him along the way.

Finally 'caught' Yesheng.

"It's all a little injury, don't you think I'm okay now."

The recovery is real, I told her not to say it.

Ye Sheng sighed in his heart and explained helplessly to Hua Ling.

"Come less, no matter if you have anything to do this time, you will give me an honest rest for a while!"

Hua Ling, still in an irrefutable tone, glared at her again, and then twisted the steering wheel, and the Maserati instantly overtook a sports car.

"Well, I'm really fine...."

Yesheng couldn't cry or laugh because she made her like this, Hua Ling bit her lip and glanced at her, and looked up and down again at her best friend who was still so complete, sexy and beautiful, slightly gentle, but still puffed out:

"Sister Sheng, do you know how worried I am about you, hunting scene! You don't even tell me about this kind of life-threatening thing, and you pretend that nothing happened! ”

Listening to the resentment in her words, Yesheng chuckled as if he had been defeated:

"Okay, okay, I know it's wrong, I'm fine."

For this best friend who has been together since she was a child, Yesheng looked more relaxed than in front of others, she chuckled and admitted her mistake and comforted the angry Hua Ling.

"It's good to know that it's wrong, I'm afraid that in the hunting scene, you will be desperate to fight with a hot head."

Yesheng: "......"

Hua Ling rolled her eyes and said, even if the beauty does this kind of action, it is pleasing to the eye, thinking to herself,

When I was a child, I should have beaten up that bastard who fooled Sister Sheng.

It's just that Hua Ling looked at Yesheng, who stopped talking for a while, and stared at her silently for two seconds.

"Sister Sheng.... Are you going to be again..."

"Ahem, you're thinking too much, it's just a target at the end of the A-rank, although it's tricky, but it's still within my ability."

Because he was right, but he was speechless for a second, Ye Sheng, who was seen through by Hua Ling at once, quickly coughed, and out of not wanting her to worry, he shook his head and said with a smile.

"Really?"

Hua Ling said suspiciously.

"Of course it's true."

Yesheng smiled at her, only remembering something a little distractedly.

It was as if that night, in the midst of the disaster city, the huge and majestic A-62 born in the cage was still roaring in the sky, strange as a tide, constituting that world of death and despair.

The hazy vision reflected red by the burning tower, and the figure holding himself could be vaguely seen...

Night Raven...

Thinking of that night, remembering the night when he thought he might die, Yesheng still felt in a trance that he woke up from the car in the Linfu neighborhood.

Holding the dark core of A-62 in his hand, the contrast between the prosperity of the capital world outside and the desperate world of the previous moment is extremely unreal.

"Sister Sheng, hey! Sister Sheng!! ”

"Huh!? What's wrong? ”

Hearing Hua Ling's voice all of a sudden, Ye Sheng recovered from his short distraction, blinked his eyes and looked at Hua Ling in the front row in a trance.

"Didn't you even hear what I just said?"

Hua Ling said speechlessly and dissatisfied, Ye Sheng shook his head, and then tried to smile:

"I thought of something a little, Xiao Ling, what did you just say?"

"Alas, sure enough, I said, a few days ago, Fang Ran was promoted to D-level, D-class! That cowardly little virgin only took a little over a month! It was promoted to D-level, more than a month! ”

Seeing that Yesheng really didn't hear what she had just said to her, Hua Ling said loudly with some madness.

Hearing this, Ye Sheng was also suddenly startled, and said as if he had just remembered:

"By the way, I also asked Su Qun to help me train Fang Ran, then Fang Ran is now in the night game!?"

Hualing: "......"

Is this what surprised you?

"When I was in the pearl of the night, I also asked the group to help me train temporarily, but I'm so busy that I almost forgot about it."

After saying that, Yesheng sighed to himself, then leaned back on the chair and rubbed his temples.

"Originally, I was supposed to help Fang Ran train by myself, thinking that I would be able to come back soon after dealing with the Night Pearl, but it turned out that I had troubled the group for so long."

Looking at her helpless look of remembering that she had such a big omission, Hua Ling's eyes flashed slightly, and she muttered in a low voice:

"Let him go into trouble, that idiot is probably happy anyway."

"Wait, Xiao Ling, you just said that Fang Ran has been promoted to D-rank??"

Ye Sheng was a little surprised in hindsight, and Hua Ling rolled his eyes again.

Sister Sheng, your reflex arc is not proportional to your chest, but to your legs, huh?

"yes."

Ye Sheng's red lips widened slightly, a little shocked.

It was more than a month to be promoted to D-rank, and even it was the first time she had heard of it.

"Sure enough, it's my responsibility that the original is different from ordinary people, I should have remembered it earlier, then this time I had the right opportunity to return to the bureau, and I personally helped him train."

Yesheng blamed herself a little, Hua Ling, who was driving a Maserati, was a little speechless, and her sense of responsibility was still so strong, and at the same time, she couldn't help but be silent and began to be embarrassed when she heard this.

According to Fang Ran's small male personality that instigated an explosion, when he sees Sister Sheng, you, he will still train...?

I'm worried now that he'll just faint in a panic....

The silver-gray Maserati River flows into the traffic of Veuve Clicquot Boulevard and heads in the direction of the night game...

......

......

And at this moment, in the middle of the night.

In the afternoon, the sun is bright and dazzling, and the blue sky and white clouds are especially meaningful with the birdsong near the night in the suburban forest.

Although Fang Ran stayed in the underground training ground,

I don't think it has anything to do with his half a dime.

After experiencing last weekend's internship, skipping shifts, fishing, kneeling, and losing money, a set of operations that were painful and suffocating in one go, these few days of training, I feel that I have been genuine....

There is nothing to love in life.

As for the reason, it was definitely not that his plan to escape for the fifth time yesterday failed again ....

"You have to understand that illusion is only for the purpose of deception, and as long as this purpose is achieved, it is okay to do whatever we do, such as... You see..."

In the underground training ground, Fang Ran watched in a daze, the magician's white-gloved hands shook quickly, and then the short staff danced lightly, drawing an arc afterimage elegant and moving.

The magician spread out his hands, smiled, looked at Fang Ran and asked:

"Do you notice something different?"

Fang Ran's face was solemn, but he was actually dazed, covering his face and not knowing how many times he would repeat an answer.

"Uh... Is this any different? ”

Hahaha (crying and laughing), I'm sorry, I really don't see any difference...

This afternoon, Fang Ran was still repeating the training that he couldn't even find in Bei after being deceived by the magician.

"Don't you see? Then look for it carefully? ”

Like a classical gentleman and aristocrat, the magician, dressed in a suit and swallowtail, holding a short staff, smiled perfectly and charmingly and spoke to Fang Ran.

In view of the previous experience, this time Fang Ran opened his eyes wide, controlled the use of magic energy, and paid attention to every small detail while not forgetting to pay attention to his surroundings.

Unlike his ability to rely on illusion cards almost rudely, Fang Ran had already discovered that the magician's use of illusion almost started from the method in reality, delving into and integrating into an unknown number of skills and abilities to create a myriad of strange and difficult to see illusions.

Sight deception, attention inducement, movement confusion, demeanor and eye disguise......

With the least amount of magic energy combined with the most suitable technique to create the maximum illusion effect, the real and false are confusing.

In short, Fang Ran felt that the handsome middle-aged gentleman on the other side had used technical illusions to fool him.

Although, he couldn't even be sure if the magician in front of him was a real magician, or if it was like the day before yesterday,

The magician sat next to him drinking tea and asked himself about a piece of wood all afternoon...

"No, I can't find it."

In the end, Fang Ran didn't know how many times he had failed, he didn't find out the true body of the magician, he didn't find any difference, Fang Ran rolled his eyes, and he directly collapsed to the ground after consuming a lot of magic energy.

Then the buttocks that were hit felt a 'sour' feeling because of the soreness and weakness left over from the muscles of the morning training, which almost made Fang Ran moan some indescribable sounds.

"Heh..."

The magician turned the short staff, and this action generally represented the meaning of his withdrawal of illusions, but this time Fang Ran did not suddenly realize that there was a change here or there, as before.

He looked at the magician who had not changed in the slightest with a blank expression, blinked, and said in confusion.

Eh, what about the results of everyone's coming to find fault?

Then he heard the magician like an English gentleman, put down his short staff, and smiled slightly:

"It's normal not to be able to find it, because I didn't use any power this time."

"Pretending to do it makes you think I'm using an illusion, and that's the illusion I deceived you this time."

Fang still didn't find Bei Ran this time: "......"

looked at the magician silently with dead fish eyes, and felt a sense of grief and indignation in his heart because he had been deceived again!

Damn, what about the trust that people say is good!? ()

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