In a place that cannot be described in any sense, an ordinary place used by a bunch of strange people for afternoon tea, a cold voice spoke to another person present:

"Being able to ignore the passive nature of the conceptual Akarin's sense of existence, you even gave him this kind of thing, aren't you afraid that your plan will deviate in any way?"

"If there is any deviation, everything is under control, besides, if I can't control this, you will underestimate me too much." The questioner replied in a flat tone that could not hear the voices of men and women, as if it were a family affair.

"Hehe, anyway, you're the president, whether it's for fun or some other purpose, I don't have any opinion." The cold voice continued to sound, and if Wang Rui heard this conversation, he would definitely be able to hear that this voice like an iceberg was the censor of the Discipline Administration, Jian Twenty-four.

"Who knows how long I can be the president." The gender-indistinct voice said in a self-deprecating tone: "So, you don't object to this plan anymore? ”

"All I can say is ......" Sword Twenty-Four paused for a moment and continued, "For now, with reservations. ”

"Then can you sue me, what are you going to do by arranging Wenwen to his side?" This time, the person being questioned asked rhetorically.

"Somebody needs to carry it around." Sword Twenty-Four's voice remained the same as before.

"You kind of believe her." As for Sword Twenty-Four's thoughts, another voice made it impossible to tell whether it was a thumbs of thumbs or reservations.

"At least, more than you can believe it." Sword Twenty-Four didn't have the slightest idea of taking care of the other party.

While watching what happened in the Mo family's sword tomb, the two drank Wang Laoji and chatted with melon seeds. And there is no concern that your voyeuristic behavior may be discovered.

Whether it is the white-haired otome Juzi who is holding the posthumous text in her hand or Wang Rui, who is a little confused, it is impossible to detect the location of these two people, as for the former messenger. She might have guessed that she was being spied on, but having been stripped of most of her privileges, there was nothing she could do to stop this unorthodox behavior.

However, even if Wang Rui knew that there were two people who had their own opinions on the matter of crossing by himself, he was not interested in participating in it for the time being, because the situation he was facing now was even more ...... Horrible, or weird.

Picking up the posthumous text, he opened the envelope and just glanced at it, and the Yan sù and the doubt on his original expression almost transformed into an ordinary woman at the speed of light. Especially the most common thing on Lin Daiyu's face like a small jasper.

The problem is that the white-haired Lori in front of her, oh no, it should be a white-haired and breasted royal sister now, no matter what you say, she can't be considered an ordinary woman. If the woman who could order tens of thousands of militants to carry out genocide orders was also classified as ordinary, then the creature would be terrible.

So when Juzi cried after holding the death in his hand almost out of shape, you can imagine how uneasy Wang Rui's mood was. I can't see anyone crying. It can also be regarded as one of the more maverick among Wang Rui's character shortcomings.

Wang Rui, who always has a contented and happy mentality, whether before or after the crossing, even if the person in front of him has nothing to do with him, such a hoarse cry almost immediately made Wang Rui anxious like an ant on a hot pot jumping all over the ground.

To sum it up with his life motto: "Life is so beautiful, the air is so fresh, don't cry when you encounter anything." ”

After looking for a long time, he took out a pack of things that looked like tissues from his 36-compartment bag, and was about to lean over to comfort Juzi, who didn't know why he cried, when he was pulled by the former messenger of the Discipline Administration next to him.

"Let her cry. At least it's better. Wenwen just gently tugged at the corner of Wang Rui's clothes, and Wang Rui found that he couldn't move a step at all. Or he was horrified to find that he had forgotten how to walk, and there was a feeling that if he took a step, he would definitely step on his left foot and fall on his right foot and gnaw on the mud.

"Crying too much hurts your body...... Well, you shouldn't be able to hurt your body, it's not a good thing to cry anyway, and you don't have to cry like this if you have anything sad. As soon as Wang Rui opened his mouth, he had reservations about whether crying would hurt the perverted powerhouses of this world.

"Sometimes, it's okay to cry." When Wenwen heard Wang Rui say that he didn't need to cry when he encountered anything, he turned his face and asked the local tyrant: "Haven't you ever cried?" ”

"I'm not Superman, of course I've cried, but the last time I cried was very early." Wang Rui didn't want to say anything about how a pure man could cry such a big nonsense, but he didn't lie, Wang Rui, who was indecisive and lost his character, had indeed not cried for a long time.

"It's kind of like that guy." Wenwen, who didn't know who he remembered, paused a little and continued: "As a messenger, I have sent many copies of this posthumous text, and I have seen many such scenes, not to mention that I am used to seeing them, at least I still understand them." ”

"Could it be that you are peeking?" Wang Rui asked with a crooked train of thought.

"I'm still very professional." Wenwen, who didn't expect Wang Rui to react in this way, rolled his eyes and expressed his disdain, and then said: "But only when a certain amount of Cheng Dù's thoughts will converge into a posthumous letter, and that kind of strong emotional crystallization doesn't need me to deliberately explore at all." ”

"Oh......" means that the guarantee of professionalism is equivalent to nothing, Wang Rui really wants to learn from this "dutiful" messenger and roll his eyes or something.

"You should be happy when I say that." I don't know where to find a long pipe, lit Wen Wen, in the core area of Mojia Dazhai that is promoting "no smoking", spit out a smoke ring, and said to Wang Rui: "How many people who think they are very important, and they can't receive a posthumous text until they die, do you think that miss is very simple?" ”

"......" Wang Rui was stunned for a moment before remembering that the former messenger mentioned the letter that Chloe had given him after he blew himself up and died when the two met for the first time.

"Tsk, I'm really not used to talking so old-fashioned." Wang Rui, who didn't know how to continue, habitually pretended to say that he complained about it, and Wenwen was not worthy of her appearance now.

A little girl who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a hat with windproof sunglasses, holding a large smoking gun, and her tone had a feeling of seeing all the vicissitudes of life, no matter how strange she looked.

"Ahem." Hearing Wang Rui's complaints, Wenwen's old-fashioned appearance couldn't be maintained any longer, and by the way, he was choked by his cigarette gun, and knocked Wang Rui with a cigarette stick with his cheeks and said: "What is old-fashioned, I'm forever seventeen years old!" ”

"Come on, everyone in the Discipline Administration is eternally seventeen years old, it's just that the number of months after zero is a bit long." Wang Rui, who said that he had also traveled for a few days in the Temperance Administration, said with an expression of not wanting to be fooled by me.

"Even if the numbers are longer, I'm one of the youngest people in the Authority! It's not the old immortals! Wenwen's reaction confirmed the old saying, or as the saying goes, that age is a taboo for any woman.

"Eun, this is like, this is like." Wang Rui looked at Wenwen's reaction before nodding and said, the old-fashioned appearance just now really couldn't be connected with the natural cute messenger with the Akarin label on his head.

Seeing Wang Rui's reaction, Wen Wen, who felt that he was indeed a little out of the way, sighed and regained his old-fashioned appearance just now and said: "If you have to calculate, based on the time unit of this world, add up the years of all the living beings who have been in the past and have been in the zài, which is about enough to complete the first stage of my life." ”

"This life is still staged, and it's really colorful." Wang Rui really wants to give full play to his complaining skills.

"If you add up the number of beings who have saved zài and those who have saved zài, it is the number of stages of my life so far." The former Discipline Administration letter said to Wang Rui in a tone of "Boy, what you don't know, the sea has gone".

"Don't mind, I'm not used to this." Wang Rui hurriedly made a gesture of surrender, hoping from the bottom of his heart that the former messenger could return to a natural and cute state, as for the words Wenwen said, basically the left ear went in and the left ear went out, and he didn't really take it seriously.

"It's just like that if you're used to it, anyway, time doesn't mean much to the members of the Authority, and it's the same for you now." Seeing that Juzi's crying finally subsided, Wenwen, who put away his pipe, stood up straight and hid behind Wang Rui and said.

"It's the same for me, wait, what are you doing hiding behind me." Wang Rui was a little confused by Wenwen's words, but this confusion was immediately replaced by greater doubts.

"I just don't want to be greeted with a sword anymore." Wenwen, who didn't know why he wanted to hide behind Wang Rui like a little hamster, whispered: "Besides, I've been devolved, I have to hold your thighs tightly." ”

"I feel like my leg is going to break...... "Noticing that her body has returned to the state of Lori, Juzi Qing gradually calmed down, Wang Rui also put away his thoughts and Wenwen Kan Dashan, stared at Lori in front of him, who had just cried and had no trace on his face, and was ready to deal with her questions.

Anyway, Wang Rui has already decided, either he doesn't know about it, or he will shake out all the things he knows about the Discipline Administration, anyway, there is a living example, and he is not afraid that no one will be treated as empty talk.

Surprisingly, the calm Juzi put the primordial fire that had been thrown on the ground back into his sword realm, straightened his clothes, crossed his hands on his chest, and said to Wang Rui or to the former messenger Wenwen behind Wang Rui:

"I didn't know that Your Excellency was a true immortal who was born into the world, and I was offended a lot just now, please forgive me."

"Huh?" Wang Rui showed a stunned expression, and then decisively, without the slightest hesitation, he took a step to the side and sold the whole Wenwen who was hiding behind him. (To be continued......)