Wren held the dagger dropped by the man with glasses, across his neck, and said, "How do you know that I am also a stranger?" ”

This is the strangest thing about Wren, after he became a supernatural person, he couldn't distinguish between an ordinary person and an anomalous person, how did this guy do it?

The man with glasses smiled, he glanced at the dagger around his neck, and said disdainfully: "Radar can't be used?" Will you survive the Starter Quest? ”

Wren was stunned, he turned on the radar switch, and in the center of the radar, there was a green dot and a blue dot. Wren seemed to have thought of something, the red dot on the radar marked the enemy, but what was the blue dot? He flipped through the taskbar again and slowly read out a paragraph:

- "Kill the target of the mission, Liu Zhuang, the mission needs to be completed within three days, and all methods can be used. ”

Wren then pulls the scroll bar down, and at the end there is a number 2/2.

"You've been given this assignment too, and we're ...... Teammate? Wren said incredulously.

The dying man with glasses did not refute him and acquiesced to this statement.

Wren lifted his collar and roared spit, "Then why do you still want to kill me?" Aren't we teammates? ”

The man with glasses cut impatiently, "It's my business how to do it, what is long-winded, it's better to use the knife." ”

Wren was on fire in his heart, and he was about to insert the knife when he raised his knife, when he inexplicably remembered a joke with Su Ling before. At that time, Wren asked him, what if the system issued him a mission to assassinate the king, wouldn't he have to wait for death?

At that time, Su Ling's answer was......

Wren stopped the dagger. The man with glasses was very surprised, he could still feel the real killing intent on Wren a moment ago, but now it was all like a fake, and it disappeared. Wren pinched his neck and taunted, "You were scared just now, don't try to deny it." ”

Before the man with glasses had time to get angry, Wren continued to say to himself: "The system will not issue tasks that cannot be completed, nor will it release tasks that are too simple. In other words, Liu Zhuang can't be killed by the strength of one person! He's not an ordinary fifth-level mage! ”

This made the man with glasses look stunned, and he had heard about this statement from the old men in his guild.

"Novice tasks can't rely on the help of others, no matter who you and I survive, we will die when we face Liu Zhuang." Wren saw a thoughtful look on the man with glasses, let go of the hand holding his neck, felt a deep helplessness, and forcibly suppressed his anger and said, "No matter what happens now, the only way to survive is to form an alliance." ”

Although Wren hates this gloomy guy very much, his inference is basically ninety percent likely to be correct. He doesn't want to die just like that, the task is a butcher's knife on your head, you can only obey, or it will cut your neck; Even if you want to kill your relatives in righteousness, or let go of the enemy of life and death, you can only have two choices: obey or die.

The man with glasses lay in place stunned, both of them took out a life potion from their bags and took it, half a minute later, after carefully confirming the task, the man with glasses said coldly: "Okay, I admit your statement, let's form an alliance for the time being, just temporarily." ”

"Anyway, get out of here first, maybe someone will see it." Wren picks up the USP he threw into the distance, and although the two of them are peaceful, neither of them is sure that the madman will suddenly attack.

After reaching a consensus, the two parted separately, and when parting, the man with glasses said coldly, 'Guy who didn't plant', so angry that Ren almost chopped him to death. He held a piece of paper with the mobile phone number left by the man with glasses on it, and Wren scolded him bitterly before leaving.

They agreed to do it in 10 days. In these ten days, the two of them must recover from their injuries as soon as possible, which is almost impossible for ordinary people to recover from such a serious knife wound in this little time, but the strong physique of the supernatural, coupled with the assistance of life potions, can also be better.

Wren robbed a passer-by, changed into his clothes, covered the horrible scars on his body, and found a hotel to stay in.

After entering the door, the breath that Wren had forcibly lifted was finally put down, and a huge sense of exhaustion and pain hit, and he fell directly to the floor and fell into a deep sleep, even in his sleep, he let out a few low moans from time to time.

I don't know when the closed window opened, and under the moonlight stood a silver-haired girl with no emotion in her cat-like eyes, slowly walked to Wren's side, and with her delicate hands, effortlessly carried Wren to the bed and covered it with a quilt.

She lifted her clothes and glanced at the wounds on Wren's body, a murderous intent flashing across her cold face. She then took out a red potion and gave it to Wren before gently leaving.

Wren woke up the next day with a sore body, and the strength of rage was almost beyond the limits of his body's capacity, and now he couldn't move his fingers.

Wren hugged his headache and couldn't help but mutter, "Did I climb into bed and sleep by myself last night?" He only remembered that he had opened a room, and the rest of the room was too tired and his memory was very vague. Reluctantly pulling his phone out of his pocket and ordering a takeout, it took him three times longer than usual to finish his meal and regain some strength. Wren got up and examined the wound, and was surprised to find that the knife wound from last night had already scarred! I couldn't help but sigh at the domineering of the primary life potion.

Rennes spent the next few days in this small hotel. Every day he eats, exercises his knife skills, eats, and exercises...... Through the battle with the glasses man, he is deeply aware of his many shortcomings, if his knife skills can be more accurate, the slash of the rage bonus can seriously injure the glasses man.

A week has passed.

Facing a cold wind, Wren narrowed his eyes, but instead of feeling cold, he was much more energetic. The wounds on his body left only a few imperceptible scars, and after these few days of recuperation, Wren was in his heyday.

Wren took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, the time was exactly six o'clock in the morning, and according to Liu Zhuang's habit, between half past six and seven o'clock, he would drive the black Toyota SUV into the factory.

"Yuxi." Wren took out a hundred-dollar bill, and waited for the supermarket aunt to hand over the cigarette and was looking for money. Wren always forgets where the lighter fell, and thinks to himself that maybe he will buy a zippo and have more snacks?

Coming to the second floor, there were only three or four people playing in the billiard hall in the morning, and the waiters behind the bar were dozing off with their hands on the table. Wren silently came to the side of the window, lit a cigarette and hit the ball carelessly, to be honest, Wren's skills are terrible, and a guy on the side couldn't help but laugh after a few glances.

Half an hour passed, and although there were all kinds of cars entering and leaving Yalu, there was no black Land Rover to be seen. Rayne's physical and eyesight have improved dramatically since becoming an Adept, and he is confident that he will never miss a single car. The clock on his phone was approaching seven o'clock, and Wren was a little anxious.

One cigarette after another was lit and turned into ashes, Wren threw the last one on the ground, trampled it out with his foot, and walked out of the billiard hall with a black face. It was almost eight o'clock.

"What's going on?" Wren opened a new box of Yuxi dots, and felt a little uneasy in his heart. According to his experience working in Yalu in the past six months, although that Liu Zhuang is not a good person, he has a strong sense of time, and it is rare for him to be late? As for off-duty, today is Monday, and there is a collective meeting in the factory every Monday, and off-duty is prohibited.

Accidental? Wren gulped down his cigarette, always feeling that he was missing something, so he hurried back to the billiard hall, threw down two big red bills to the waiter, and said, "Ten hours." ”

Wren was resolute and asked the waiter directly for a bench, which was known as learning ball skills here. Under the surprised gaze of everyone, Wren sat down, looked into the distance with one hand on his cheek, and said fiercely in his heart: "I don't believe you won't come today." ”