World Twelve: The Last Rose 1
888's tone was a little indescribable, "This...... It's the special place I said before.,The original owner of this world has no memory for the time being.。 ”
Lan Shuang was stunned: "What do you mean?" How to do the task without memory? What is her heart's desire? ”
"Because this world is very special, the soul of the original owner has been imprisoned, and her memory has been blocked, and she has become a wisp of unjust soul, but her obsession is too strong, and her resentment is too heavy, so she was still detected by us and accepted her commission, and she has only one wish, which is to escape."
Lan Shuang heard it in a fog, "Is there no other information besides?" ”
"The original owner is also called Lan Shuang, eighteen years old, the others are gone, and the host needs to explore on his own, and the resentment value of this world is very high, there are seven hundred points, and the host has to work hard."
"Seven hundred?" Lan Shuang was stunned, "How can it be seven hundred points?" Isn't a hundred the upper limit? ”
888 said vaguely: "These will be known to the host later, high risk means high return, seven hundred resentment values correspond to seven hundred points, it is still very cost-effective, host, aren't you excited?" ”
Lan Shuang: "Hehe-I only know that pies won't fall from the sky, only traps, a world that doesn't even have information about the original owner, and the beginning is hell mode." ”
888 was silent, trying to play dead.
Lan Shuang didn't say anything no matter how she poked him, and finally she gave up and opened her eyes to look at her surroundings first.
Her eyelids were dry and heavy, and she was a little uncomfortable when she first came into contact with the bright light, and she couldn't help but cry.
She moved, and suddenly heard a scream: "Ahhh ”
Lanshuang: "......"
Are you talking about her? Could it be that she looks scary? Otherwise, why is there such a big reaction?
Thinking of this, Lan Shuang's heart was half cold.
"What's it called? Isn't it hell, isn't it normal for a living person to move? ”
A cold female voice sounded, which made Lan Shuang feel a little more at ease.
She dragged her tired body to her feet, and suddenly someone came over to help her, "Sister, are you feeling unwell?" ”
Lan Shuang looked down and saw that it was a little girl with a double ponytail and big dark eyes, who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a red plaid suspender denim skirt and holding a brown bear puppet in her arms.
She couldn't help but look twice before she realized that it was not a puppet, it was a bag.
"Thanks, I seem to have a bit of a fever." Lan Shuang's voice was hoarse as soon as she spoke, but the little girl still heard clearly, and helped her to sit down on the big sofa in the middle of the living room, "You rest on the sofa, it's even more uncomfortable to sit at the door and blow the wind." ”
Seeing that the other party had no malicious intent, Lan Shuang decided to exchange identity information, "My name is Lan Shuang, what's your name?" ”
"My name is Wen Qingqing, it's good if you call me Qingqing, I'm fifteen years old."
"Nice name, I'm eighteen."
Lan Shuang turned her head to look at the others as she spoke, and there were two men sitting on the sofa opposite, and opposite her was an office worker in a suit and leather tie who was very neat, with a slight beer belly when she sat down, and her stature was medium, and she should be no more than forty years old, with good facial features, not very outstanding, but also delicate, wearing silver-framed glasses, and looking quite shrewd.
Noticing his gaze, the man cleared his throat and asked, "There shouldn't be anyone missing, right?" ”
Wen Qingqing looked around and was about to speak, when the door suddenly opened, and another person came in.
Lan Shuang raised her eyes and was stunned.
The visitor wore a light blue shirt, light blue jeans, and white casual shoes, looking very refreshing and clean, tall and straight, with the unique vitality of young people, a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling, and the small moles at the end of the eyes added to the charm, which looked particularly amorous, but his silhouette was very deep and neat, rigid and soft.
"I'm the last to arrive? I'm sorry. ”
He smiled, his eyes locked on Lan Shuang on the sofa for a moment, and he happily reported to his home, "Hello, I'm Jiang Lusheng, a twenty-year-old college student. ”
Lan Shuang's heart is out of rhythm, no matter how many times she looks at it, she will still be moved by this face.
But this time he used his real name again? Or is it a coincidence?
"Let's sit down and talk about it, this thing is really weird, it's better for us to be honest." The man with silver-rimmed glasses pushed the frame and stood up, "My name is Liu Quan, I am Chinese New Year's Eve second, and I am the manager of a listed company. ”
After speaking, he looked at the man beside him, and Lan Shuang also looked over.
This man is obviously older than Liu Quan, with less hair, wearing a pair of very ordinary black-framed glasses, and wearing the most ordinary brown-red short sleeves, with the hem tucked in his trousers, revealing a black belt, wearing a decent and gentle expression, like a teacher.
Lan Shuang was watching, and suddenly felt the sofa next to her sink slightly, she turned her head to look, and met the pair of rippling peach blossom eyes, "There's no one here, right?" Can I sit? ”
Lan Shuang narrowed her eyes and glanced at his ass meaningfully.
No, don't you sit too?
Jiang Lusheng laughed, "Okay, I'll just assume that there is no one here." ”
The man with black-rimmed glasses smiled shyly, "I'm He Ping, forty-five, and I'm the homeroom teacher of the second year of high school. ”
Lan Shuang nodded, "I thought you looked like a teacher just now." ”
He Ping raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Is it obvious?" ”
The beautiful woman with Erlang's legs crossed on the single sofa on the other side smiled and stroked her hair, "The temperament is obvious, very similar to my former homeroom teacher." ”
As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed, and the atmosphere eased a lot.
"Wen Qingqing and Lan Shuang have been introduced, so I'll come." The beauty was wearing a red feather sundress, with a hot body, fair skin, a smile and a smile that was very amorous, and the fox's eyes were hooked, "My name is Mu Xuan, how old are you...... Confidentiality, I'm an actor. ”
"Actors?" The boy on the chair at the end of the table suddenly sat up straighter, "Big star? ”
Mu picked up his eyes and smiled, "Don't count it, it's not popular yet, you see, you don't know me." ”
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions were a little sneering, they really didn't know Mu Xuan.
The boy raised his eyebrows, "Now that I know, my name is Li Weiyan, twenty-one, just like him, a college student." ”
Lan Shuang glanced at him, white loose T-shirt, loose shorts, white socks and sneakers, looking like a college student who loves sports.
Looking down, there was a man sitting next to him, who was obviously old, with gray hair, black and thin, wearing a large waistcoat, big pants and slippers.
He opened his mouth with a little accent, but he was very enthusiastic, "My name is Gao Yaozu, and I am sixty years old this year." Scratching his head, he said a little crampedly: "Now I am a jobless vagrant, growing vegetables at home." ”
Lan Shuang nodded, looked around, and the men present had all been introduced, and there were still two women standing behind.
From the standing posture, you can see the approximate occupation of these two people, one stands straight, with his hands crossed on his abdomen, which should be engaged in the service industry, and the other has his hands in his pockets, and the beige wide-legged suit pants line her figure with excellent proportions, and a pair of beige high heels underneath, which is extremely well worked, and is worth a lot of money at a glance.
Lan Shuang raised her eyes, just in line with her gaze.
There are a lot of people hahahahaha
(End of chapter)