As soon as Dong Ran sat down, he saw a figure flying towards him, so frightened that he almost picked up a big knife and slashed over.

When he saw that the person who came was a bright little girl, his expression was a little complicated for a while.

"You ......" full of critical eyes, looking Zhuohua up and down.

"I want to join your team." Zhuohua looked at Dong Ran's disgusted look, and was not angry, and said with a smile.

Looking at Zhuohua's appearance of a "weak woman" who couldn't carry it on her shoulders and couldn't lift it in her hands, Dong Ran scratched her nose in embarrassment, thinking about how to refuse her so as not to hurt the little girl's self-esteem.

As the leader of a mercenary group who has dived under the sea, rolled through the desert, and lived in mud pits, I don't like to take this kind of delicate little girl the most.

After all, the little girl is in trouble, in case of hypocrisy along the way, or crying nose or something, you have to annoy them to death, and whether to continue to carry the oil bottle or let it fend for itself is an extremely challenging problem.

As they begging for a life on the tip of the knife, they don't have the leisure to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

"Our mission is to hunt down fifth-order ice wolves." Dong Ran pursed his lips, "Little girl, although you are already in the late stage of Jindan, if the fifth-order ice wolf encounters someone with the strength of a primordial infant, you will not be able to see it." ”

Zhuo Hua raised his eyebrows and said lightly, "I'm a sword cultivator." ”

"Sword cultivation is also ...... What? Are you a sword cultivator? Dong Ran cried out in surprise, and his voice was slightly raised, causing many people around him to look here.

It was precisely because of this voice that people who hadn't noticed Dong Ran saw that there was another stall and gathered around.

Zhuohua once again felt the fear of being surrounded.

She felt that her weak body was being squeezed out little by little, and countless hands were constantly pushing her, making her even a little unsteady on her feet, and her body at this time was like duckweed, floating around in this sea of people, without the strength to stop.

"Don't squeeze." Looking at the little girl's pitiful, weak and helpless figure, Dong Ran was rarely moved by compassion.

If the rest of their mercenary group found out, I'm afraid that my jaw would drop in shock.

The voice with the coercion of the Yuan Ying spread rapidly in all directions, and the low-cultivation monk couldn't help but "plop" and knelt on the ground. There was a sudden eerie silence around them, and nothing could be heard except the sound of breathing.

Here, Yuanying monks are not common, and most people also come to fish in troubled waters. Everyone hopes that the big guy will take him to lie down and win.

Therefore, it is not very easy to find high-quality monks to work with on the mission.

Monks of high cultivation generally disdain to crowd here, preferring to do tasks alone or with friends or three.

The task was taken over by Dong Ran, and if he couldn't complete it, he would have to pay double the reward, so he would inevitably choose someone with strong strength.

Looking at the group of people kneeling on the ground, he rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

"Little girl, come here." Looking at Zhuo Hua, who was standing there in embarrassment, Dong Ran smiled and beckoned.

Zhuohua shook a slightly heavy throw and walked over.

"Little girl, are you a sword cultivator?" Looking at Zhuo Hua, who seemed to come out of the picture scroll, Dong Ran felt that he couldn't associate her with Jian Xiu at all.

"No...... Like? Zhuohua reached out and pulled his hair and asked with a smile.

"Little girl, we are not here to see the scenery, the conditions are very hard."