"What are you?" He asked.

"What do you think I am?"

Qingluan asked rhetorically.

"You're not a pilot, you're not a skill, and you're not a murderer." The young man looked at Qingluan, his purple-gold eyes flashed with countless lusters, faintly overlapping with heavy pupils, "You are a brand new system that has never appeared on the mainland. ”

Sure enough, nothing was to be seen.

Her background is blank.

"You're looking too highly of me." Qingluan smiled slightly, "Actually, I'm just an ordinary pilot. ”

"Do you believe in fate?"

"Of course I do." Qingluan did not hesitate.

The young man chuckled softly and said, "But you are not in fate. ”

...

The city of Wuxi.

Shen Wuyin, who had made a long detour, looked up at the city wall and looked at the three big characters.

"Here we are."

The destination is the Castle Lord's Mansion.

Without inquiring, Shen Wuyin immediately found the location of the City Lord's Mansion.

As soon as they approached, the guards guarding outside the city gate suddenly turned their heads at the same time.

The god was silent for a moment, and pressed his fingertips on the hilt of the sword.

"This girl."

The scholar walked through several guards and walked up to Shen Wuyin, "My master, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"Your master?" The killing intent in Shen Wuyin's eyes flashed.

She had already bypassed the group, so why would anyone know about her target?

"You're mistaken." As if knowing what Shen Wuyin was thinking, the scholar smiled slightly, "My master said that a guest will come to the door at noon today, and a special dispatch will come down to greet him. ”

"Your master knows I'm coming?" Shen was silent, and his expression moved.

"Yes, I know that the person you are looking for is my master."

Shen Wuyin withdrew his hand, and there was a faint guess in his heart.

"Please." Scholar.

The guards in the two columns did not move, and their expressions were calm.

After thinking about it, Shen Wuyin followed the scholar into the City Lord's Mansion.

The mansion was wider than expected, and the patrolling guards saw the two of them bowing their heads slightly, as if they were very respectful of the scholars. There are special responsible personnel around, and occasionally there are three or two mecha of different shapes, with smooth lines, which are worth a lot at a glance.

Passing through several corridors, the scholar led Shen Wuyin into the courtyard.

It's a lot quieter than in the house.

There was a faint scent of tea.

At a glance, Shen Wuyin saw the figure with his back to him, his long hair falling like satin, and the finger bones holding the porcelain cup were well-proportioned and slender. Sensing the gaze, he tilted his head slightly, and his pale green eyes were like the vertical pupils of a cat.

"Master, the guest has arrived." The scholar said with a smile.

"Sit."

The man gestured to the opposite position.

His tone was flat, and there was no emotion on his face.

Shen Wuyin's heart skipped a beat, and he suppressed the thought of holding down the sword, "You are..."

Turhog Kist!!

The genius heir of the ancient Turhog family.

"Ze asked you to come?" Without waiting for the god to speak, Kist spoke lightly.

"Hmm..."

This genius heir has the gift of "foreknowledge".

It's just that this talent is not omnipotent, and his "foreknowledge" has a certain range. No wonder, no wonder the man asked her to come over in person, and it seemed that the two of them still had some friendship.

"I guess you know what I'm here for." Shen Wuyin paused and said.

Kitter, who was holding the tea, suddenly froze, and his eyes instantly sank, "Mi Si'an? ”

Really.

What a terrible talent.

Without waiting for Shen Wuyin to continue to sigh, the porcelain cup in Kist's hand shattered, his face was gloomy and murderous, and his green eyes flashed with a strange luster, "Mi Si'an..."