Ding Zhu has been thinking that in the task of the domestic violence man at that time, the prompt message for completing the task was transmitted by the mobile phone, so now in this martial arts world, what is used to complete the task?

It wasn't until she saw the pigeon that had landed in her window that she finally knew the answer.

There is no ancestral hall in Wuding Palace, but the various rules of the sect are still there, and the people are still there, so when Xie Muhuang solemnly expelled the dead white rainshirt from the sect in front of all the disciples, Ding Zhu's heart that had been hanging was put down, and her body suddenly relaxed, as if she had fulfilled all her wishes.

On the way back to her room, she saw the pigeon in the window.

It was a very beautiful white checkered with blood-red eyes, snow-white feathers, and bright red feet, and it just stood there tilting its head to look at itself, and it made a cooing sound in its throat.

The pigeon, which was not afraid of people, even raised its left leg towards Ding Candle, and Ding Candle successfully saw the small bamboo tube tied to its left leg.

There was only one note in the bamboo tube, and there was also only one sentence on it.

The target task has been completed, is it off the task?

When he saw these words, Ding Zhu finally showed the most sincere smile in recent times.

She raised her head, smashed the note in her hand at the falling Ugin, and answered clearly and impatiently.

"Leave."

The interior floor is not very high, and when you look up, you can see the rough beams across the roof, which is pressed with special thatch, so that the whole house presents a warm and warm state, of course, the corresponding light is really not very good, the artificially cut masonry walls have a thick sense of history, and the walls are open with large original arched windows, from which the sunlight flows in, dispelling a lot of the darkness in the whole room.

It's a house with a typical medieval European village style, and if the atmosphere isn't quite right, Ding Candle will have a good feel for it.

Now, however, she could only look at the man sitting behind the large wooden table in the middle of the room, the administrator of the first floor of the Endless World.

Forty or fifty years old, very thin, dark skin, deep nasolabial folds made him look even more mean, the top of his bare head deepened this meanness a lot, at this moment, he folded his hands to support his chin, and was staring at himself with an emotionless gaze, which made Ding Zhu a little nervous, no, in fact, very nervous.

If she had a choice, Ding Zhu thought, she would never leave the mission so early, for such a thing as looking for death, she always felt that living one more day was also a day of happiness.

There is no if, let alone know.

This is one of the reasons why Ding Candle is becoming more and more depressed.

Outside the house came a cat's meow, with a cautious pleading and sadness, it was a white voice, so poignantly screaming as if it were a sign of his own not so good future.

"Why did you kill the protagonist of the mission?" The Administrator finally took his gaze back from Ding Candle, and then lowered his head to look at a document on the table again, his voice a little careless.

"He's going to kill me." Ding Zhu swallowed a mouthful of saliva heavily, and tried to explain the situation as concisely as possible.

"Oh?" The Administrator's voice dragged a long invisible line, and then looked up at Ding Candle, his eyelids narrowed slightly, making it impossible to see the brilliance in his eyes. "So, you're going to kill him?"

"I'm going to do the task, anyway, find a way to complete the task......" Ding Zhu explained a little cautiously.

This time the administrator didn't speak again, and sat there as if he had become a sculpture again, quietly looking at Ding Candle, which made Ding Candle really creepy.

Fortunately, this time was not too long, about two minutes later, the administrator finally raised his hand, picked up the quill on the table, signed a row of words on the document in front of him, handed it to the clerk next to him, and then said to Ding Candle again: "This matter is over, I hope you keep it a secret." ”

This, that's it?

Ding Zhu, who was standing outside the door, didn't have an unreal feeling until Zhenbai grabbed one of his paws, which doesn't look like the development of the script anyway......

The clerk watched Ding Zhu leave the city hall with a vague footsteps with Mahaku, and then turned around and walked to the administrator and asked with a little incomprehensible entanglement: "My lord, this matter is like this?" ”

"Isn't it?" The administrator picked up another file, apparently ready for the next job.

"However, this resetter killed the protagonist of the mission, and this incident never happened."

"How do you know it hasn't happened?" The corners of the Administrator's tightly pursed lips suddenly curled, barely curling an arc that could be called a smile.

"Did it happen?" The clerk was shocked, his eyes widening and he felt as if he knew something terrible.

However, the Administrator never answered him again, instead saying, "Is that bounded fragment still in operation?" ”

"Her one?" The clerk was stunned for a moment before he realized that the administrator was asking about the bounded fragment that Ding Zhu had just completed the task, and he shook his head: "No, it's working very well." ”

"Hmm." However, the Administrator didn't seem to care about his answer, and had been buried in his own mountain of work long before he could answer.

"I think your life is really big...... "Zhenbai flicked his tail and looked at Ding Zhu who was waiting for the receiver in the mission hall to give her the reward for this mission, and sighed lowly: "This kind of thing can not be held accountable." ”

"You look like you wish I was okay." Ding Candle's face had been stiff until now, and she was still in a sense of unreality.

"Just sighing." Zhenbai knew from Ding Candle's mouth that this matter must be kept secret, so naturally he didn't dare to talk about it anymore, so he jumped onto the receiver's desk and stretched his neck: "Let's see what you got on this mission first." ”

"Resetter Number: 8752663115?" With a smile on his face, the receiver put a box in front of Ding Candle, and then took out a letter sealed with fire paint and handed it to Ding Candle: "And this letter." ”

"What letter?" Ding Zhu picked up the letter and looked at the light, the fire paint was so sealed that it couldn't be opened at all, and the envelope was very thick, so he couldn't see what was inside.

"This is written by the caretaker on the first floor, if you can make it to the second floor, please be sure to give this letter to the caretaker on the second floor."

Beauty, if you don't add that "what if", I think I'll be happier.

What is it called: If you can climb to the second floor!!

You don't think I can go up, do you?