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A dozen teenagers also recognized them, and their eyes immediately widened, as if they couldn't believe that they had actually appeared here.

If it weren't for what they were wearing, it was their uniform costumes, and they would have thought that their mansion had been forcibly occupied by the Canglong Mercenary Regiment.

Ye Qingluo's expression was extremely indifferent, as if he had expected them to come.

She just swept over the twenty or so men with a sharp gaze, as if to confirm their numbers.

Zhao Bo, the leader of the group, stepped forward and looked at Ye Qingluo respectfully: "Night girl, we have a total of twenty-four brothers, and we have come to join the mercenary group in the world, hoping that the night girl can take it in!" ”

His tone is neither humble nor arrogant.

I didn't feel ashamed to bow down to the woman opposite because she was just a fifteen-year-old girl.

They only believe in those who are powerful.

Nightfall has enough qualifications to convince them.

A smile curled up at the corner of Ye Qingluo's mouth, and he nodded slowly, "Welcome to join, congratulations on making the right choice." ”

Zhao Bo's face was not happy or angry, but he just hugged his fists: "I hope so." ”

Defecting to the world group is their only choice at present.

Of course, it was also because of the mercenary group that gave them hope.

Let them see the dream they had when they wanted to join the mercenary group.

The unity of the world group, the tacit understanding with them, and the kind of brotherhood that is desperate for the sake of brothers, infected them.

Since Zhao Bo has brought his brothers over, he naturally hopes that this will be what they are waiting for, the last mercenary group, the mercenary group forever.

Ye Qingluo smiled, looked around the training ground, and raised his eyebrows: "Here...... It's you ......."

"It's not." Zhao Bo shook his head, "It was built by the thief butler, and he said that before you left, he gave him an explanation." ”

Thief butler?

What the heck!

When did she confess this?

Her aesthetic hasn't gone crazy to this point!

Wait a minute...... Steal?

Ye Qingluo's eyebrows jumped suddenly, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and his eyes became extremely ruthless.

Her pink lips twitched, and extremely cold words popped out of her lips.

"Thief! Saint-"

"You come out for me!"

After a while, I saw an old man dressed in brocade and satin, pacing leisurely from the inner courtyard: "Tut-tut, little girl, I am not deaf old man, there is no need to shout so loudly." ”

After seeing the thief's dress clearly, Ye Qingluo almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

The navy blue robe was embroidered with gold thread and large gold ingots.

That's right! It's one! Piece! Piece!

There are also three pieces of jade and jade of different colors hanging from the waist seal.

A messy head of hair, and a sideburn tied casually.

He wore a purple gold jade crown and was inlaid with several agate stones with shining colors.

This、This special meow is completely a typical nouveau riche dress!

Mom!

The Thief originally followed this style?

"Poof...... Poof! ”

The dozen or so teenagers behind him were the first time they saw someone dressed like this, and they couldn't hold back their laughter one by one.

The corners of Ye Qingluo's mouth twitched, she resisted the urge to drag the thief saint and beat her hard, took a deep breath, and turned her head to look at the dozen teenagers behind her: "You guys practice here for a while, and I'll talk to the thief saint privately." ”

The last four words, she said are called a gnashing of teeth.

Immediately, she strode towards the Thief.

Stretched out his hand and grabbed the thin shoulder of the thief saint, and dragged him to the inner courtyard without saying a word.

In the distance, you can still hear the loud shouting of the thief saint.

The dozen or so teenagers who stayed in the courtyard rubbed their arms: "Do you feel ...... The boss's eyes just now were terrifying! ”

Several other people nodded in agreement: "Fortunately, the object of anger against the boss is not us." ”