After that day, another three days passed, and at this point, it was less than a week before the failure of the Dark Rouge mission.

In the past three days, except for the fact that Dark Rou has regained some strength a little, there has not been much change, and she has not found any other companions except for figs.

Although she is anxious to death, however, she doesn't have a very good way, the so-called personal freedom is said to people who are able-bodied, and in her current state, she has no good way except to rely on figs.

As for the figs, in the past three days, it has not been without harvest, whether it is useful or not, at least, he has a considerable degree of understanding of the surrounding environment.

On this day, Fig, who came back from nowhere, brought good news, and from the smile on his face, he could know that it must be too good news to be good.

Although the two can't communicate at all, Fig has a good habit, which allows Dark Rou to understand Fig's current psychological state to a certain extent.

I saw Fig take out a whiteboard, and between writing and drawing, he wrote the thing that made him smile from ear to ear.

Transporting treasures, evil god lamps, robbing or not robbing.

Under a series of keywords, what figs think is no secret at all.

It seems that Fig wants to do a big vote, which makes the idle and noisy and not too big to look at the excitement, and suddenly comes to the spirit.

She secretly made up her mind in her heart that no matter what, she would intervene in this matter in her own way.

Maybe her prayers had an effect, and the next moment, a certain practice of figs directly gave Dark Rou hope to intervene.

At this time, Fig, thinking about the catastrophe and the non-catastrophe, hesitated for a long time, and I don't know where he took out such a pair of pointers.

I saw him close his eyes and turn the pointer vigorously, looking like he was resigned to fate.

Even if the pointer is not large, it took a considerable amount of energy for Dark Rou to adjust the pointer to the angle she wanted.

At this time, Fig secretly opened his eyes, and from the expression on his face that was not surprised when he saw the pointer, we seemed to know that Fig already had a considerable degree of answer in his heart.

All he needed now was a reason why he had to do it, and the so-called providence was like that, and that's probably what it meant.

After determining whether the catastrophe is completed or not, the next step is to implement the specific measures.

These days, Fig is not busy, he has accumulated a considerable number of informants, and the current news is what one of the informants told him.

If you want to rob the treasures of the demon clan, you must determine the specific route they take, and from the intelligence, no matter which route they choose, they can't bypass the Mirror Forest.

In a sense, the Mirror Forest is where the winner is decided, and in that case, a certain amount of effort is needed here.

With Fig alone, no matter how powerful he is, he can't complete such a task at all, no matter what, he needs a certain number of helpers, and if the demon clan transports treasures, there will definitely be corresponding masters.

However, a more realistic problem is in front of Fig, with his human identity, and in a foreign country, he can't recruit real masters at all.

Even so, Fig also has a certain degree of solution, based on his understanding of the demon clan's realm for many days, on the demon clan's side, there is a profession called Chai Ji, who makes a living from acting on weekdays.

As long as they can afford the price, regardless of the race or for what purpose, they will take it all, and the so-called plan of the fig is on them.

Spend a certain price, hire them, share some firepower for yourself, whether you rob or not to get the treasures of the demon clan, this is also a loss-making deal.

After finalizing the candidates, the next step is the question of strategy, with the current hot weather and the special topography of the mirror forest, figs suddenly have a lot of inspiration.

He took out a black pen and wrote on the whiteboard, the sound of the tip of the pen rubbing against the whiteboard fully displayed his talent.

The more she looked at it, the more frightened she became, the complexity and completion of this plan were beyond her imagination, even if she was as black as her, she didn't dare to guarantee that she would be able to escape under such a conspiracy.

In this way, two black-bellied people got together, and without communication, they gradually perfected the plan that the black-bellied could no longer be black-bellied.

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In summer, it is always hot and unbearable, and Austin looks at the sun above him with a depressed face, perhaps, what he hates is only this continuously rising temperature.

As for the summer itself, he didn't hate it, not to mention being able to watch the beautiful female soldiers show their graceful figures, and that cold mouth of the liqueur was not something that could be enjoyed in any season.

He cursed the weather again, and even scolded his top boss again, in such a hot weather, he had to run around for a wooden box.

He thought that Lord Austin was so idle, a small broken box, and he wanted to go out himself, although the compliment of his boss was very useful, but this was not a reason for him to work overtime at will.

Austin, who had been blown by the heat and was suffering from heat stroke, began to drag his heavy steps, and he finally found a shade and lay down comfortably.

Looking at the soldiers under him, they didn't have the neat and capable appearance they had before, and most of them were affected by the emotions of their superiors, and most of them were lying here staggered, not wanting to move.

Austin didn't mean to blame everyone, in such a hot weather, being able to come out to work is the limit, he naturally won't ask for anything, if it were him, maybe he would have done more excessively.

If you want to blame, blame that damned, unreasonable boss, thinking of this, Austin secretly spat on his saliva.

Even the saliva reveals the unique dryness under the heat from time to time, alas, I really want to drink a sip of cold liqueur to relieve the heat.

Austin was in a coma, as if he saw a merchant picking goods passing by, and he didn't know what skill he used, from his body, from time to time, the cold air was emitted, which directly lowered the temperature of the surrounding air by several degrees.

"I'm cold and cold liqueur, cold to relieve the heat, cool summer!"

The white-bearded businessman, with a unique tone, reads the designed lines, and between his eyebrows and eyes, there seems to be a cool temptation.

To say that Austin is not impressed, it is to lie to people, but although he has been scolding his boss, he still has the principle of being a soldier.

For him, if something unexpected causes the things he escorted to disappear, he will have a few more lives, and it will not be enough for others to cut them.

Thinking of this, he still relented in the continuous complaints of his subordinates.

"Let's go, let's go, the task is important!"

Austin drove the gang forward like a duck, and he looked nostalgically at the burden in the merchant's hand, and his eyes showed a look of longing from time to time.

At this moment, from opposite them, a group of artists singing along the street came, they were also sweating profusely, looking at the hot appearance, as uncomfortable as they were.

At this moment, the first person accidentally saw the businessman who was still resting here, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He hurried up to the merchant and brought a set of hot air with him.

"Boss, is there anything that can relieve the heat?"

"Yes, I have plum soup and liqueur here."

"It's good to have wine! It's good to have wine! That's great! ”

In front of the big black man, it suddenly lit up again, in such a hot and dry weather, it was a happy thing to be able to take such a sip of 7 cool and relieving the heat.

After paying the boss the corresponding payment, he did not hesitate to open the cap of the wine bottle, and poured a mouthful of cool liquid into his mouth, which made the black man feel much more energetic all of a sudden.

The big black man drank sweetly, and Austin's side also reacted to a considerable extent, originally, he wanted to take such a sip, but with some consideration.

Now, seeing that the other party drank very sweetly, and after drinking that wine, nothing special happened.

Thinking of this, Austin's mind began to come alive, as long as he didn't get drunk, it didn't matter, right?

With everyone's current state, if you march rashly, I'm afraid you won't be able to get anything good.

Just take a bite and save him from the heat that was a bit excessive, and that's it, he waved his right hand and said what everyone had been waiting for.

"If you want to drink, you can drink a little, as long as you don't drink ......"

When the subordinates heard this, they immediately came to their senses, and they ran to the front of the merchant one by one, completely losing the feeling of being half-dead before.

"Boss, I want a bottle of liqueur."

"I want it too."

"Get me a bottle too."

"All have a share, all have a share."

When the merchant saw so many customers, the corners of his eyebrows and lips were smiling, and he used a speed that did not match his actual age to buy goods for everyone neatly.

Each of them held a bottle of liqueur in their hands, they looked at each other, smiled, and poured a cool and throat-moisturizing liquid directly into their mouths.

That kind of refreshment is simply difficult to describe in words, and as for Austin's side, it has not been forgotten by his subordinates.

He also got a bottle of liqueur, and followed everyone's same gestures to drink the liquid in the bottle.

Seeing that these military masters had all drunk their wine, the merchant opposite showed a strange smile, and the corners of his mouth kept muttering words of unknown meaning, if he listened carefully, he might be able to hear such a voice.

"Pour! Pour! Pour! ”

Following the gesture of the merchant, everyone fell down one by one, and the moment Austin fell, he looked at the merchant's weird smile and seemed to understand something, but at that time, it was already too late.

The merchant, that is, Fig, was just about to get in front of Austin and take out the treasure box that had been placed aside, when suddenly, a sharp voice passed through his ears.

When he came back to his senses, Fryk, Sosha, and Fan Zhongli stood here without landing, and from the way they had prepared for it, it could be seen that perhaps, the so-called escort treasure was just a trap.

As for who the trap is set for, it is naturally who is caught, Fig looked at the Big Three opposite, and did not panic too much.

I saw that he took out an ordinary wooden sword, pointed at it casually, and made a gesture of attacking.

In this way, the figs who strayed into the trap were surrounded by the three giants of the other side, who would win the final victory, and it was Frick and his party, who had an absolute advantage in numbers, to win? Or is it a fig that is quite prepared and pushed all over the body?

Perhaps, only time will tell.