"Who the hell are you?"

Before Song Ming could get out of the cave, he heard an extremely angry shout.

Coming out of the hole, you came to the territory that was used as an outpost by the Women's League.

Song Ming saw two Zhao Qianqian who looked exactly the same and stood opposite each other.

The people of the Women's League were all around, and no one dared to step forward.

This wave of true and false alliance leaders really made everyone look confused.

At this time, the Women's League was reporting on the battle situation, and a second Zhao League leader suddenly appeared in the territory.

All of a sudden, everyone was stunned.

The Zhao League Master who appeared later looked exactly the same as the person who appeared at the beginning.

There is no difference in the clothes and shoes worn.

Including the number of classes and the number of troops.

The two didn't say a word when they saw each other, and they fought together.

Qingluan Fire Phoenix attacked each other, endless flames ignited, and for a while, both sides couldn't help each other.

After a few moments, the minutes were returned.

Now it's hard to tell who came first and who came last.

Even Song Ming could only spread his hands at this time.

"End."

I only listened to the two of them scolding each other.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Zhao Qianqian, I should be asking you, who are you?"

The two of them spoke without leakage, and there was no flaw in their faces.

It's like it's really two Zhao Qianqian.

Song Ming turned his head to look at Lianhua behind him and said slowly.

"Is it an illusion?"

Lianhua shook her head.

"There are signs of regularity, but it's not magic."

The power of rules is often said to be three thousand.

Even some strong people can establish their own rules.

What kind of spell and rules this is, no one knows.

But what is known is that this is certainly not an illusion.

Lianhua spread her hands, saying that she was powerless.

All of you here are you look at me, I look at you.

No one dares to go up, no one dares to care.

For a while, it was a stalemate.

At this moment, one of them, Zhao Qianqian, looked at Song Ming.

The other person also looked at Song Ming.

Song Ming pursed his lips.

"It's useless to look at me, and I can't help it."

Suddenly, Song Ming remembered something.

"The Tyre Pact should work."

Just Song Ming was very fortunate that he brought a lot of people.

Then he turned to look at Tyr.

"My lord, I'm here."

As a Norse god, Tyr has completely forgotten about the master of Siya.

At this time, he tried his best to perform at every opportunity, for fear of being left behind by others.

At this time, seeing that Song Ming could use himself, he immediately stepped forward.

"Tyr, you're like that."

Song Ming then drafted a contract.

【Book of Integrity Contract】

[1. After the contract takes effect, you must not deceive others for any reason within three days, and the violator will die.] 】

[2. After the contract takes effect, it is necessary to answer three questions from the lord of Song Ming, and it is not evasive or ambiguous. 】

It's just two contracts, but it's very effective.

After listening to Song Ming's words, Tyr turned his left hand to the sky.

The power of the contract is condensed.

A golden piece of paper slowly fell from mid-air.

The golden paper fell into Song Ming's hand, and suddenly shone with dazzling light.

【Book of Integrity Contract】

Six big characters slowly appeared on the gold paper.

Song Ming looked at the two Zhao Qianqian who looked the same and said loudly.

"Come on, sign this. After signing

and you will be able to tell who is true and who is false."

The two Zhao Qianqian looked at each other.

They were all ready to reach for the gold paper.

But at this moment, a sudden sound came from the crowd that had been silent.

"Although Lord Song Ming's method is very good, is it really reliable?"

At this time, someone else chimed in.

"Yes, he's not from our Women's League, can he be trusted?"

Yes, to put it bluntly, Song Ming is an outsider now.

When there is a meeting, the leader's idea may be vetoed.

Not to mention Song Ming, an outsider.

At this time, the high-level leaders of the Women's League are here, where is the turn of an outsider to speak.

The crowd began to chatter about the issue.

It hasn't stopped.

At this moment, one of them, Zhao Qianqian, spoke.

"Shut up!"

A loud cry came out of the mouth of one of them.

All of them remembered the fear of being dominated by their eldest sister.

It was an invisible momentum.

Imitation cannot be imitated.

Everyone looked at the man who spoke.

Now Song Ming has half of his confidence, this person is Zhao Qianqian, and the other one is a fake.

However, for the sake of insurance, I signed a contract.

Zhao Qianqian continued.

"Shut up, Lord Song Ming's idea is very good, I believe him."

As soon as the words fell, that Zhao Qianqian took the contract and signed her name on it.

Then handed him the "Zhao Qianqian" opposite him.

At this moment, the corner of her mouth was hooked.

"Song Ming is right, I've heard of the name for a long time. You, good."

At this moment, Zhao Qianqian's figure turned.

In an instant, it turned into a puff of green smoke and drifted upward.

A mellow voice was heard in mid-air.

It was a feminine voice that was delicate to the bone.

"But now, I don't have the time for you to play. Please die!"

Suddenly, there was a singing voice in midair.

The song was sometimes tactful, sometimes melodious.

Sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched.

For a moment, almost everyone was mesmerized by the song.

。。。

Song Ming opened his eyes and woke up in his rental house.

Glancing up at the alarm clock.

Then I looked left and right, and I felt as if I had forgotten something.

But I can't remember it.

Then the idea was put behind me.

I looked at the alarm clock again.

"At half-past seven, I can sleep again."

The company is about an hour's drive from home.

The company goes to work at ten o'clock, and I get up at half past eight to be rich.

Immediately, Song Ming fell down again.

At this moment, Song Ming seemed to hear that there was another person next to his pillow.

The voice whimpered softly and softly.

Turn your head to look.

A wave of memories flooded into Song Ming's heart.

Song Ming is an office worker, a conscientious 9 to 12 office worker.

The person next to the pillow is his girlfriend who has been in love for eight years.

Although they have never been married, the parents of both parties have already met.

Now it's just Song Ming's side to buy a house, and the young couple will get married.

But this house is bought wherever it is said.

Song Ming's daily work is to work hard for this goal.

Now do the math.

If two people don't eat or drink, it will take 20 years to buy a house in the city where they currently live.

Thinking of this, Song Ming had some head-starts.

"Count it

Come, I'll be married at fifty."

However, Song Ming always muttered in his heart, how could this thing become more and more wrong the more he thought about it?

This t DM's head.

But that's what memory tells Song Ming.

Gently touching Zhao Qianqian's cheek, Song Ming snorted again.

Fell asleep.