The spoon landed on the table opposite him, next to Jiang Meng's little feet.

Only then did he react, bending down to pick up the spoon, but the spoon fell a little far, and Ning Ping was happy to squat down to get it.

Due to the narrowness under the table, even if Ning Pingle adhered to the attitude of ignoring incivility, he inevitably saw the scenery of half a beautiful round calf.

At this time, it was nine o'clock in the morning, and under the soft sunlight of the early morning, the beautiful thing showed a crystal clear white jade texture, and in a trance, you would feel how much effort the creator had put into it.

It was a beautiful thing that all craftsmen would admire, not particularly slender, but it was well-proportioned, and the proportions were almost perfect, and the lilac little fingers, with a little ruddy, were neatly arranged, and were grasping the upper of the shoe restlessly.

After looking at it a few more points, Ning Pingle felt as if his eyes were attracted by this magic power, and suddenly felt that he was afraid that he would have to pay an ornamental fee to enjoy the scenery with peace of mind.

Jiang Meng seemed to be attracted by the sound of the landing, and slightly opened his legs that were close together, looking down at Ning Pingle from top to bottom.

After Ning Pingle noticed the sight, he was just about to raise his head and give Jiang Meng an apologetic look, when he saw a scene that made him unforgettable.

I saw Jiang Meng also bending down and bowing his head, looking at him with four eyes, his lips on his face without makeup moved, and his words were amazing:

"You still like to peek."

Ning Pingle's first reaction was not that this woman framed him, but ......

This guy didn't even get angry?

Good guy, Mr. Jiang Meng, do you still have this hobby?

He smiled slightly, did not refute, but got up directly.

He didn't mean it, what to explain?

It was still troublesome to explain, but after putting the spoon on the small plate, his eyes swept to Jiang Meng again.

And Jiang Meng's pretty face had that calm expression that seemed to be indifferent, but his eyes were a little puzzled when he looked at him.

"The heart is quite big, if this is someone else, I'm afraid there will be some small trouble."

Ning Pingle's head was still struggling, and he turned around and waved his hand to the waiter at the morning tea shop outside the door, motioning for her to come over and help change the spoon.

What he didn't notice was that the calm expression on Jiang Meng's face had long since disappeared at this time, and was replaced by a bewildering drunken state.

Whether it is the white face or the eyes, they are dyed with a pool of spring water.

……

……

By the end of the meal for the two, Ning Pingle probably understood his current situation:

"So, the opinion of the organization now is that you want me to join the candidate team of Tiandu City first, and control part of Xiangliu's power from scratch first?"

Jiang Meng nodded:

"Your current situation is actually very troublesome, Xiangliu's matter is actually quite different within the organization, that is, Zhou Beimo is willing to vouch for you, so that you can join the organization as an S-level talent and get further training."

Ning Pingle spread his hands and said:

"Actually, it can be understood, Xiangliu is really dangerous, although she is not complete now, but she is still a hidden explosive keg, and no one wants to bet on whether I can control Xiangliu's power normally."

Jiang Meng nodded and said:

"That's right, some people in the older generation think that the main thing is to maintain stability, and they don't mean to hurt you, but they just want to limit your freedom before finding a solution, and wait until everything settles before making relevant compensation to you.

But I didn't expect that he would dare to push you to the S-level, the S-level assessment, this is not something that can be explained by his mouth alone, it seems that there are other people who have contributed. ”

Ning Pingle was a little confused and asked:

"S-rank spell master, it shouldn't be considered a strength rating, although I feel that I can also exert good strength now."

He obviously doesn't have much of an opinion on the organization's side, neither good nor bad.

If you have to say it, the painting style of [Starfire] was thrown to the set of Dungeons and Dragons next door, and its main members were not to mention mixed into a camp of orderly kindness, and the average level was also between neutral kindness and absolute neutrality, and it would never fall to the point where everyone shouted and beat the Demon Sect in ancient martial arts.

The Demon Sect is the Demon Sect, and the garbage is the garbage, even if there is a righteous person in the camp dominated by chaos and evil, the underworld forces are still the underworld forces, and they will not be deflected because of individual influences.

If there is, then there is only one possibility......

Absolute violence is in the hands of the absolute individual, and what kind of organization is the style is completely determined by the powerful individual.

But apparently [Starfire] is not like that.

"If you're talking about an S rating, it's certainly not a measure of strength, an S rating is more of a development possibility to measure your future potential."

A slow voice sounded.

Ning Pingle turned his head and saw a young man who looked a little emaciated, with a sparse and messy beard on his face, and the clothes on his body looked a little tattered, as if he had experienced a battle when he came.

But those flickering eyes give people a good impression, if it weren't for the unkempt appearance that really affected his appearance, Ning Pingle felt that this person was also a little romantic.

"You are the little brother who is going to team up together this time, relatives, you can be regarded as meeting a newcomer who is willing to partner together!"

He salvaged a stool and sat down beside Ning Pingle, looked at the soup dumplings left on the table, and the smile on his face became brighter:

"It's a shame to be wasteful, I don't think you two mind if I help you digest what you can't eat."

"No, I'll give you another one and eat it together."

When this person came in, Ning Pingle felt the magic power on him.

You don't have to guess, you know that this should be Jiang Meng's words, one of the people who wants to team up with him.

"Dude is atmospheric, then you're welcome!"

Although the clothes of the comer looked shabby, when he looked closer, Ning Pingle found that there was a little bit of blood on it, and he was afraid that he would not be at ease on the way over.

"Brother, where are you from, it looks a little miserable like this!"

Ning Pingle looked at the young man who was feasting and asked curiously.

"Ji Ziyang, a native of Jiangyou, is an ordinary spell master."

"Ji Ziyang, born from the Taoist [Sanqing Palace] on the famous Taoist mountain Sanqing Mountain, is good at spelling, evil qi use, and swordsmanship, mainly positioned as an attacker in the team, but now he is an outcast of Sanqing Palace."

Jiang Meng ruthlessly exposed the truth.

"Outcasts?"

Ning Pingle, who was originally drinking chilled mung bean soup, picked up the spoon and didn't move.

"Oh, to be precise, I couldn't stand the restraints and left on my own!" Ji Ziyang said.

Jiang Meng ruthlessly exposed his old bottom and said:

"False, [Sanqing Palace] as a famous orthodox, organized subordinate institutions, different from other Taoist famous mountains and Buddhism incompatible situations.

Its main hall is dedicated to the three gods of Taoism Sanqing, and the apse is dedicated to Guanyin and eighteen Arhats, and the Taoist Buddha lives in harmony and is the same hall.

But it is such a Sanqing Palace, and it can't tolerate this guy's heterogeneous thoughts, just like when those big companies dismiss executives, they often say that they resign in the announcement, but they don't directly say that they dismiss people, just to give him face.

He is a problem child, after leaving the Sanqing Palace in the past two years, with the inheritance of the Sanqing Palace and the power obtained in "The Strange Way", he has become a member of the organization, but ......"

"Don't don't, Sister Meng, give some face, give some face!" Ji Ziyang said with a sad face.