"Give this to me?" Shi Qinghuai couldn't put it down, fiddling with the black war spear in his hand, as if a child had gotten a favorite toy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Think beautifully." Mao Yulan rolled her eyes at him, "You think this thing is Chinese cabbage?" Just lend it to you for the time being, and it must be returned to me after the mission is over. ”

Shi Qinghuai showed a disappointed look, this over-aging steel was really good, so he was reluctant to put it down after only taking it for a while.

"It's not like I can't give it to you, though." Mao Yulan turned around, and there was something to say. Her hidden meaning is also very clear, you kid can't empty gloves white wolf, right?

Shi Qinghuai was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile: "Forget it, I don't want it." ”

"Don't listen to my conditions." Mao Yulan was stunned.

Shi Qinghuai still shook his head, and Mao Yulan didn't say much. This kid in front of her was very thief, she wanted to use this precious metal weapon to trap him into the organization, but now she saw that this person was much more rational than she imagined.

"The banquet is about to begin, let's go." Mao Yulan got up and walked to the door, called a subordinate in a suit and leather shoes and asked him to take Shi Qinghuai to the banquet hall, while she herself had to dress up, and later she would personally come forward to receive the distinguished guests who came to the door.

Shi Qinghuai followed the man in the suit to the second floor of the building, and before that, he had already smelted the over-aging steel into an ink-colored bracelet and wore it on the wrist of his right hand. At a glance, ordinary people can't see that this is a powerful weapon that can change its form freely, at most they think that it is a precious black jade bracelet.

The two jeweled halls on the second floor were emptied, filled with round tables made of rosewood, the air was filled with a faint scent, the floor was covered with warm wool carpets, decorated with flower bars and jewels, and the twelve yellow crystal chandeliers at the zenith emitted a halo at the same time—the scenery was rendered to the extreme by the treasure light in every corner.

It was still early, and there were only a few scattered guests in the banquet hall. Shi Qinghuai saw Shen Sanwan and Yao Yiyao sitting in the corner with sharp eyes, so he left the man in the suit who was leading the way, and naturally walked to the two and sat down.

"Why do you wake up so early?" He asked the two curiously as he sat down.

"This kind of large-scale banquet in the mercenary world is a rare prosperity in a few years, and I can't wait to see it." Shen Sanwan yawned boredly. Today he wore a modest plaid shirt with a deep leather jacket, and although it did not look dignified in terms of wearing it alone, the outfit matched the shape of his face.

"But for now, the setting of this banquet is not much different from the ones I have attended."

As the eldest and youngest of the Shen family, Shen Sanwan has participated in luxurious banquets with not 3,000 but 800, and he has long had aesthetic fatigue with these magnificent and luxurious decorations. If it weren't for the first time in his life to participate in a grand event in the mercenary world, he would not have rushed to take a seat so early.

"Can't sleep." On the other side, Yao Yiyao's answer was concise and to the point.

Shi Qinghuai smiled meaningfully: "You guys are listless, but there is a good show about to be staged today." ”

"Fun?" Shen Sanwan understood Shi Qinghuai's meaning, and couldn't help but smile, "This is Sister Mao's territory, who in the world dares to make trouble at this juncture?" ”

Does anyone dare to ...... Shi Qinghuai replied in his heart, this person is in front of you, and behind him is Mao Yulan, the host of the banquet.

"I'll go to the back first to help Sister Mao entertain the guests, you stay here and don't run around." After chatting for a while, Shi Qinghuai saw that the flow of people was gradually increasing, so he got up and patted Shen Sanwan's shoulder, quickly squeezed into the crowd and disappeared.

Shen Sanwan had an awkward feeling, he always felt that he was a little kid who was closely protected by his parents, and this feeling was especially strong when Shi Qinghuai patted him on the shoulder just now.

The distance between himself and the stone grew greater...... He silently opened a small bottle of liquor, poured it into the glass in front of him, and swallowed it in small sips. It seems to be an aftertaste of the strong aroma of the wine, or a lament to the bitter taste of an aged wine......

Shi Qinghuai walked through the crowd and hid in the compartment on the side of the pedestrian elevator on the second floor, silently observing the people entering and leaving the banquet. He deliberately wore a loose jacket today, as well as sweatpants and wearable travel shoes that would not affect his skills, and this outfit did not look like a distinguished guest who came to a banquet, but like an idle unemployed vagrant.

The number of guests gradually increased, and Shi Qinghuai felt a strong pressure in front of many strange guests, most of whom were old veteran trialists, and occasionally one or two young faces among them. But in any case, a character with such a strong momentum is not the goal of his Shi Qinghuai's heart.

Da Da Da ...... The sound of cloth shoes lightly stepping on the carpet came to his ears, and Shi Qinghuai, who was observing the crowd in the dark, shrank his pupils. In front of him, a middle-aged man with a big belly, dressed in a barely fitting comical suit and large, thick-rimmed glasses, walked into the banquet hall on the second floor with a smile on his face and a crooked cane similar to that used by the elderly.

This person's face is exactly the same as Jiang Li's appearance in the photo in the information!

Shi Qinghuai suppressed his violently beating heart, bowed his head slightly and didn't pay attention to the figure, and let this terrifying Skylark Sect high-ranking person pass by.

However, seeing that Jiang Li was about to pass by Shi Qinghuai's side, he suddenly sighed lightly, stood still, and projected his gaze towards Shi Qinghuai.

Shi Qinghuai didn't expect the perception of the master's level to be so terrifying, he was noticed just by looking at the other party a few times, at this time he tried his best to put on a leisurely posture, his eyes stared directly at his toes, for fear of attracting the attention of the old fox too early.

At this time, Sister Mao was still arranging banquet work in the underground base, if Jiang Li recognized her identity now, in case this middle-aged man who was not good-looking was really a "man of many smells" who had ill intentions towards him. Once the other party has a murderous intent, Shi Qinghuai can be said to be called every day, and the earth is not spiritual, so he can only be killed.

"Master Jiang, what's wrong?" A strange guest wearing a white fox mask happened to be standing behind Jiang Li, and seeing Jiang Li suddenly stop moving forward and turn around, the person greeted Jiang Li familiarly.

"It's Master Jussi." Jiang Li nodded at the "White Fox Mask", which was regarded as a greeting. As for the suffix "master", it is an honorific title for the master among the trialists.

"Master Jiang, please." Yu Xi made a gesture of concession, although he was also a teacher, but only listening to the voice, his age should be much younger than Jiang Li, and there was nothing wrong with making the etiquette of letting the elders enter the door.

Jiang Li smiled, and didn't let him step inside, leaving Shi Qinghuai's matter behind.

It wasn't until he stepped into the banquet hall and found a place to sit down that Shi Qinghuai breathed a long sigh of relief. At this time, he had a trace of doubt about the task given by Mao Yulan, and was it too whimsical to act in front of such a terrible master to test his identity?

While he was swaying from side to side, a group of old acquaintances entered the second floor through a pedestrian elevator, the first of whom was none other than the tall and handsome Leonid.