"Mind Mage, a Thought Mage" Wan Pei muttered, taking a big gulp of the wine glass, and putting the wine glass back on the table. He summoned a piece of the tavern's magic to enclose an area within a one-meter radius around them, ensuring the absolute safety of their conversation. This magical barrier has been opened since Mr. Water walked away.

Finally he looked at Roach and looked at it carefully for a moment.

Luo Qile looked back at him, not feeling the slightest hint of spiritual probing from him.

Luo Qi also looked at Du Zhengyi with concern, and Du Zhengyi supported his forehead with his hand, as if covering his face.

"Fuck, I walked into the most well-informed tavern in the world, with a goddess I didn't even know. I have a hunch that someone is already selling this news, and Qionglin will know about it tomorrow morning. ”

"Haha, I knew I would have asked for the price myself." Roach said heartlessly.

"No wonder they treat you so well, do you want to be ashamed?" Du Zhengyi said weakly, the character design couldn't hang up at all, and suddenly remembered something else, "No wonder you have two more red fruits in your wine glass, do you want to be embarrassed?" ”

Roach's eyes lit up, "If you had said earlier that you wanted those two red fruits, then I would have let you eat them." What do I say, do I want to be shameless, or shameless? Are you old? Just such a car back and forth? ”

"I'm not going to eat,, where is it, I mean it's just lady's wine!" Du Zhengyi said in annoyance, turning his head to look at Luo Qi, who was still Luo Qi in his eyes, and the little bastard with a bad smile on his face.

"You're completely sexist, why can't I drink sweet and sour wine?" Roach said with a laugh, taking a sip on his newly acquired 40-proof wine, "This is not bad either." ”

"It's okay." Wan Pei said suddenly, attracting Du Zhengyi's attention, and Du Zhengyi raised his head and looked at him suspiciously.

"I said he had good taste." Wan Pei said, raising his thick finger and pointing at Roach.

Luo Qi laughed, a sparkling woman in Wan Pei's eyes, and the laughter was even more charming. Du Zheng turned his head and glared at him, in his eyes, he was still a completely complete little bastard.

"What level of telepathy is he?" Wan Pei asked curiously, fortunately, relying on his age, he was still able to avoid the influence of the goddess of Wushan copied by Luo Qi.

"What do you suppose?" Du Zheng smiled a little, and asked with a broken jar, "What level do you guess he looks like this?" ”

Wan Pei thought about it, and seemed a little uncertain, "There are four types of telepaths, seven levels. Is he class B or class? ”

Du Zhengyi didn't answer him immediately, he took a sip of the wine that Wan Pei had called for him, letting the spicy liquid slide over his tongue. He whispered, "Actually, the news has already reached here, and I think you may have heard about it. The ridiculous name he gave himself was such a devouring king of kings, the great raccoon catfish catharvis. ”

Wan Pei's one-eyed eyes sharpened, and his gaze at Luo Qi became complicated, he assessed, and said uncertainly, "Class B? b1？ ”

Du Zheng looked at him meaningfully and did not speak. This made Rocky a little nervous too.

Wan Pei suddenly picked up the wine glass and drank it all, "It's so unusual, it hasn't been a class for a long time." There are still people whose telepathic abilities are rated as class, which is really rare. ”

Luo Qi couldn't help but ask Du Zhengyi in a low voice, "Then how many am I?" ”

Du Zheng turned his head to look at him faintly, suddenly put down his wine glass, and turned his head sideways to whisper to him.

He hurriedly leaned over.

Du Zhengyi whispered in his ear, "Stupid, there is only one level of class. ”

Luo Qi's face flushed, and he quickly dodged it, and Wan Pei burst into laughter on the other side. "Is there such a person? He himself doesn't know? What kind of mage is he? ”

"You probably don't believe he's stupid like this." Du Zhengyi said, angrily pulled the shirt with the neckline, and unbuttoned the shirt again.

Wan Pei gradually stopped laughing, looking back and forth between Du Zhengyi and Luo Qi, of course, it was impossible for him to see through the disguise of a first-level telepath, but for an old soldier, sometimes it is with the heart rather than the eyes.

"He's still very old, isn't he?" Wan Pei asked worriedly.

"Hmm." Du Zhengyi said, "He thought he could cover it up very well, but he still had flaws everywhere and kept exposing himself." ”

Luo Qi was upset, and Du Zhengyi rarely really criticized him. The so-called real criticism means that the criticism is appropriate.

Du Zheng glanced at him, and said softly, "But he didn't make himself into a bunch of slimes, or some kind of bone warrior form, which is already very face-saving for me." ”

Wan Pei was not infected by his humor, his face became more and more solemn, "Zhengyi, you shouldn't have violated Qionglin's principles, right?" ”

Roach heard a heavy burn in the old soldier's voice, and he felt that the consequences might be even more serious than he had anticipated. He saw that Du Zheng had some hesitation on his face, he didn't know what Du Zhengyi was hesitating about, probably because they had violated too many Qionglin principles, so Du Zhengyi couldn't figure out which one the old soldier was talking about.

"Is he the one you're dealing with?" Wan Pei asked seriously, looking at Du Zhengyi with one eye. His hand gripped the glass, which was filled again.

"Of course not." Du Zhengyi said immediately, with a kind of relaxation in his voice.

But Luo Qi suddenly realized that Du Zhengyi had lost. The old soldier could read his tone without much effort, as if he had understood that Du Zhengyi was glad that he had escaped a chance to lie to his own people.

"Oh," Wan Pei said in a daze, raising his glass and draining it in one gulp.

The wine glass was slammed back onto the table by him, and Wan Pei's single eye flashed with the cunning of a warrior, "But you still know that according to Qionglin's standards, he should stay in the cube for the rest of his life?" ”

"He's a high-energy person, but he doesn't have antisocial tendencies."

"Really? He didn't almost eat someone else's brain, did he? ”

There was a dead silence at the table, and Wan Pei wiped the wine dripping from his lips and smiled mockingly. "The mage who catches demons suddenly can't do it one day, which is the most taboo thing to do in our industry."

"I'm not a Taoist, and he's not a tanuki. My troubles have nothing to do with him, and Qionglin's power struggle has nothing to do with him. Du Zhengyi said in a low voice, with a slight anger in his voice.

The old warrior shook his head slowly, as if he didn't think his words made any sense. He pointed out the mistakes to his team members with a little boredom, as if Du Zhengyi was still a rookie back then, "If your trouble really has nothing to do with him, he won't be by your side now." If Jonlin knew that he was a level telepath, Jonlin's power struggle would have something to do with him, just as Jonlin's power struggle would always have to do with you and your teacher. ”

Luo Qi saw exhaustion on Du Zhengyi's face, and Du Zheng kept looking straight at the old man.

"I'm no longer a battle mage, and I won't ask you to take him to Qionglin." The old man pushed away the wine glass on the table irritably, as if trying to control himself from drinking less. He lowered his head and looked at his glass angrily, "What is right and what is wrong, I thought I knew when I was ten years old, but when I lived for more than a hundred years, I didn't see it that way." My old captain once told me that if one day you start to sympathize with Jonlin's goal, it's time to retire. That's when I chose to retire, and maybe it's time for you to consider retiring. Retirement has nothing to do with age, you can try your hand at becoming a treasure hunter. ”

Du Zheng listened in a daze, as if he was a little shocked by what he heard.

Roach touched him suddenly, as if it had nothing to do with him, and he said dryly, "You don't want to retire." ”

Du Zheng looked at him in amazement, and the old soldier frowned, rudely looking at the overly attractive beauty in front of him.

"Whoever washes his hands in a golden basin will not end well." Luo Qi said impatiently, "It's so unlucky, you don't want to bird them, don't hold a resignation press conference, we can go directly to the treasure hunt." ”

The rumbling laughter in the eyes of the old warrior of Qionglin gradually turned into a hearty laugh.