"The so-called son of luck, his life is already destined in the dark."

A young man dressed in a silver robe, wearing a half-crescent moon mask on his face, revealing only dark purple eyes, strolled out of the shadows.

"From birth to adulthood, what kind of people will you meet and what achievements you will get." He said to himself, "It has been arranged by fate, and the trajectory creates the future of destiny, but why do you like to mess up this line." ”

"Isn't it good to be an obscure pawn?" He asked.

This person.

He used to be a well-known high-ranking law enforcer in the headquarters.

After failing to be challenged by Paper Kite in the ranking match, he suddenly disappeared.

I didn't expect to meet again one day.

Qingluan raised her eyes slightly and said, "Of course it's not good, because I don't want my beauty and wisdom to be overwhelmed." ”

“…”

The silver-robed man paused slightly, silently, "When did you learn humor." ”

"Then I'll assume you're complimenting me."

Qingluan smiled slightly, and the silver in his eyes gradually faded, "It's just that this time it's not me who is disturbing the trajectory, but you." ”

"Hmm." He touched his nose, "I can't argue with that." ”

"What are you, no, or rather you, doing?" Qingluan walked in front of the demonized Xiao Wu who was bound by the Heavenly Spider Silk, and Xiao Wu, who couldn't break free with all his strength, hissed, but couldn't make a sound in his throat.

"Didn't you guess that?"

"The Elders' idea?" Qingluan asked.

"What do you say?" He asked rhetorically.

"You're the third enforcer, and you deign to experiment in this place?" Qingluan looked back at him, although he was smiling, his eyes were full of indifference, "Should I say it's overkill, or do I mean you..."

"Nobody cares about losers, does they?"

The silver-robed man suddenly interrupted Qingluan, his dark purple eyes without any emotion.

People can only see how much hardship and effort they put in behind the winners, but they don't remember that the losers also sweated.

Qingluan paused and consciously changed the topic, "How to deal with this experimental subject?" ”

"It's sick." The silver-robed man lowered his eyes and glanced at the monster that was no longer humanoid, "What did she eat?" ”

"Back to the oracle, it's medicine."

The masked man, Ah Lan, saluted and replied softly.

"What medicine." The silver-robed man's voice was indifferent.

"It's a sedative." Ah Lan respectfully handed over the box in his hand and said, "Before leaving, Mr. Avijie personally handed it to his subordinates, which can suppress the fugitive's madness. ”

Mr. Avijen is one of the key personnel responsible for blending potions.

The potions that suppressed the fugitives' madness were almost always made by him.

But this time, instead of having an effect, these potions made the fugitive Xiao Wu attack early, and even weirdly demonized. This unusual phenomenon has to make people think about it a lot.

The box automatically popped open in front of the man, revealing a crystal liquid.

The silver-robed man picked up a vial and shook it gently.

The crystal clear liquid glows with a hint of clean color in the night.

"It seems that your stronghold organization is not at peace." Qingluan retracted his gaze and glanced at the silver-robed man with a smile.

"To be an accident or not to be an accident?"

He shook the liquid from the bottle, his expression unchanged.

The crystal liquid, under the constant shaking, gradually became chaotic.

"There's no need to keep this failure." Qingluan gestured to the demonized Xiao Wu.

"What's the matter, you want?" The silver-robed man heard the meaning of Qingluan's words.

"Sort of." Qingluan replied.

"Then you take it." The silver-robed man said it didn't matter.

Although I don't know what use it is for Qingluan.

"Huh? You're mistaken. Qingluan laughed a little embarrassedly, and pointed to the silver silk thread looming beside her, "It's my sky spider silk, they say they're hungry." ”