Chapter Ninety-Two: Task Taken
Standing quietly on the side of the bed and looking at the sleeping Cangrong, Meng Ling's eyes sank, and then he reached out and subconsciously rubbed the other party's warm neck, and after the sleeping man waved his hand a little irritably, Meng Ling pointed his fingers, and then took a step back slightly.
"Cangrong. β
A slightly deep voice suddenly appeared in the room, and the man on the bed muttered as if he had sensed something, then rolled over, and then fell into a deep sleep again.
Seeing this, Meng Ling sneered and then turned around and walked out of the inn.
Let's spare his life......
I had no dreams all night, and after waking up in the morning, Cang Rong sighed comfortably, got up and washed, and walked to Mengling's room next door after everything was sorted out.
Looking at the closed door, Cang Rong frowned, Meng Ling has always gotten up earlier than himself in the past two days, and today he actually got up unusually late? Could it be that the residual poison on his body has not been cleaned up, and it has relapsed again?
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was possible, Cang Rong's face couldn't help but be a little anxious, and he rushed to the shopkeeper downstairs immediately.
"I don't know what's the matter with the guest officer?" asked the rich shopkeeper with a smile.
"I wonder if you can please go with me and open the room next to me, my friend is sick and probably passed out inside, but I can't get in!"
Hearing this, Shopkeeper He shook his head with a smile, handed a handkerchief to Cangrong, who was full of anxiety, and said, "Hahaha, don't worry about the guest officer, that friend of yours is fine, he just checked out last night." β
It seemed that he couldn't understand what the shopkeeper was, but he saw Cang Rong frowning, and after thinking for a while, he hesitated slightly: "Check out?"
Nodding, the shopkeeper He affirmed: "That's right, he has some things to solve, so he checked out overnight, and specially told us not to disturb your rest, and when you wake up, I will send you a soft-shelled turtle soup, we think that the guest officer should wake up at this point and boil the soup in advance, and now it must have been done, I don't know if the guest officer is dining downstairs or going back to the room?"
Pursing his lips, Cang Rong suppressed the anger in his heart before he said to the shopkeeper: "Then does he have a destination to stay with him?"
Shaking his head, the shopkeeper He said: "No, that prince left after leaving those words, and left no other words." β
Smiling, Cang Rong said: "Okay, it's troublesome to the shopkeeper, and then it's troublesome for the shopkeeper to send the soup directly to the hall, thank you." β
"Okay, let's sit down. After saying this, Shopkeeper He beckoned to the guy on the side and said, "Go to the back kitchen to see if this guest's soft-shelled turtle soup is ready, if it is good, it will be sent directly to the guest's table." After that, he signaled to the guy the location of Cangrong.
Because of the rush for days, it was already dinner when I got up today, so the hall still seemed a little bustling.
Looking at all the people around him who were eating, there seemed to be someone to accompany him, Cang Rong sighed, and couldn't help but recall that when he was in Fuyun Mountain that day, he and Zun Shang and Jing Zhi always had a smile when they ate in the past, and now they finally found a passer, and now they are actually run away by the other party!
The more I thought about it, the more angry I felt, and I began to feel uncomfortable even looking at the food on the table. Immediately ate hard, the people around looked at Cangrong's fierce way of eating, and couldn't help but peek a few times sideways, and after seeing the other party's miserable eating, they shook their heads and began to enjoy their meals.
......
Boredomed looking at the crowd of people coming and going, Meng Ling's miserable face had the usual smile, sarcastic but a little sassy.
Looking at the bounty building in front of him, Meng Ling immediately took a long step and walked in.
Xu was because of Meng Ling's appearance, many people in the Bounty Hall subconsciously glanced at this newcomer, and when they saw his figure, some people couldn't help but have a little contempt on their faces.
"I don't know if you have a mission to kill the demons here?"
Nodding, the person who received him took out a booklet and said, "You see if you are interested, this is the latest task in the past few days." β
"Oh, the latest?" After asking this sentence meaninglessly, Meng Ling tilted his head and said with a smile: "I wonder if there is such a task that has been piled up for a long time and has not been taken over for a long time?"
Hearing this, the person receiving him raised his eyebrows, glanced Meng Ling up and down, and then smiled: "Naturally, there is, but I don't know if you have the ability to take it." β
After finishing, he took out another booklet and put it next to Meng Ling.
Flipping through the brochure casually, after flipping through a few pages, Meng Ling stopped there and said to the receptionist: "I took this task." β
Glancing at the pages of the book, the person receiving it smiled and said, "Are you sure it's this, don't you change it?"
"Naturally certain. β
After receiving a positive reply, he received Na Ru Zero, took out a contract at the moment, and said, "I think you also know that those who take cyan tasks and above must sign a contract." β
After reaching out to take the contract, Meng Ling did not respond, but took the brush in the other party's hand and wrote down his name a few times before turning to leave.
The person who received the person's normal smile couldn't help but widen his eyes a little when he saw the name on the contract, and after confirming it repeatedly, he said, "No wonder......?"
Seeing the abnormality here, the other people around couldn't help but stretch their necks and asked, "What's the matter? Who is that person?
I saw the person who received him smile mysteriously and said, "I can't tell who he is, but there is no doubt that he is very powerful." β
When several people heard this, they looked at each other and continued to do what they were doing.
Looking at the task in hand, Meng Ling raised his eyebrows.
Death virtue, burning, killing and looting are all done, and the favorite is to use extremely cruel means to torture and kill the girl of the good family, but he offended a figure in the demon world five years ago, so he issued a blue-level task, and the person who died had a good cultivation, so although there were not a few people who took this task, but every time it was a heavy casualty, it became an old reward over time.
After looking at the general introduction, Meng Ling closed the book in his hand and put it in his arms, and then released his magic power outward, and after a while, there were moths around him, only to see Meng Ling smiled coldly, and then said to these moths: "Go and find out the current location of the dead virtue." β
As Meng Ling's words fell, only to hear the jingle bell, all the moths turned into wisps of green smoke and disappeared in place, seeing this, Meng Ling hooked the corners of his lips with satisfaction.
"Tsk, since you can materialize your magic, why don't you turn them into beautiful butterflies, and you have to turn them into such unattractive moths?"
Hearing this voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar, Meng Ling was stunned for a moment before turning around.
"What did you put on me?"
Listening to the cold questioning, Cang Rong originally looked proud, and then threw the blue butterfly in his hand into the air, wanting it to go away, but saw that the butterfly was split in two by an inexplicable air flow when it flew into the air.
"You!!" Looking at Meng Ling, whose face was full of coldness, Cang Rong took a deep breath and said, "Who told you to leave without saying a word!?
Hearing this, Meng Ling smiled coldly, and then flashed to Cang Rong, reaching out and pinching the other party's neck.
"So you blatantly put thyme on me under the banner of being good for me?" As he spoke, Meng Ling's smile deepened, and his fingers holding Cangrong tightened.
"I, I'm worried about you too!" After spitting out these words with difficulty, the whites of Cangrong's eyes began to roll up.
"Heh!" After sneering, Meng Ling tightened his fingers more and more, looked at the whites of the other party's eyes that kept rolling up and the creaking sound, and said cruelly: "If I remember correctly, I warned you at the beginning, so that you don't come to provoke me, if you have a brain, you won't do it, besides, I don't need to be self-righteous." β
After saying this, Meng Ling exerted his strength, only listening to the sound of "click", and Cangrong, who was still struggling, stopped moving in an instant.
After feeling that the other party's pulse was no longer beating in his hand, Meng Ling reached out and threw Cang Rong on the ground at will.
After a pause in the steps of walking forward, Meng Ling subconsciously looked back at Cangrong, who fell to the ground silently, and disappeared in place after a complicated look.
Unknown birds on the branches, jumping from one tree to another, looking at them in groups of three or two, they don't know what they thought was a good song, occasionally a few animals came up to Cangrong and sniffed, and then flashed away, and the cicadas on the tree still sang their irritating songs that had not changed for a hundred years.
It seems that after a long time, the figure that was originally lying motionless on the ground twisted a few times, and the originally stiff fingers also moved, but it was limited to that.
Half an hour later, the person who had been stiff on the ground finally struggled to get up, and when he saw him move his already hard body at will, he said dissatisfiedly: "Fortunately, I took a fake death pill when the momentum was wrong, and my neck will not die after it is broken, otherwise Your Excellency will never see me again!"
After saying this, Cang Rong corrected his neck that had been misplaced.
"Clickβ"
After turning left and right, and seeing that there was no discomfort, Cangrong got up weakly.
Bending over the empty barren forest in front of him, he took a deep breath.
"It's good to be alive! No matter whether he will be in trouble in the future, I won't care about him anymore! Although I did do something wrong, but he wanted my life because of this incident, how could it?"
After shouting, and seeing that the birds around him were all frightened and flew away, Cangrong only felt that his mood was also a lot better, and then he randomly picked a direction and left.
"It turns out that there are really people who want to kill Rao ...... if they disagree"
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In the past two days, Meng Ling would recall Cang Rong's expression before he died from time to time, full of regret and resentment.
"Hmph, I can't blame me, I have already spared his life before, it is he himself who does not cherish his life, why should I bother with this matter again?"
After saying this, Meng Ling reached out to catch the moth that flew towards him.
"Oh? Did you go to the east?"
Seeing that he knew that the matter had finally come to an eyebrow, Meng Ling was not entangled in the uneasiness in his heart, and rushed to the east at the moment.
One of these conjured moths gathers together when it finds a clue, but because of its stealthy function, the person being tracked down often does not notice the moth.
Not long after, Meng Ling appeared in the place where the moths gathered.
The place where the dead virtue is located is a small town, and the town is not far from the place where Meng Ling took the task, if it is calculated according to Fan Rao's footsteps, it will only take two days.
Looking at the death of drinking in the wine shop, and constantly talking about the virtue, Meng Ling chuckled lightly at the moment and walked towards the wine shop with light steps.
After a long distance, he could smell the stench from the other party, Meng Ling's steps paused, looked at his body, and saw that there was no suitable thing that could touch Dead De, so he immediately walked by a wine jug on the table next to him and threw it on Dead De.
At the moment when the wine jug was about to come into contact with the dead virtue, I saw the wine jug lag in the air without warning, and then it shattered and fell to the ground weakly, and then an angry voice scolded.
"MD! Which turtle grandson dares to hit grandpa me!?"
After saying this, Shengde slapped the table angrily and got up and turned to the back, only to see that the table was shattered in an instant because it could not withstand the palm power of Shengde, and the drunkard who was sitting with Shengde naturally hid to the side and watched the excitement.
The dead brother in front of him has never failed since he came to this town, and now I don't know which unlucky guy is going to suffer!
Thinking like this in their hearts, but several people couldn't help but look forward to seeing the picture of the dead virtue killing the provocateur, just thinking about it made my blood boil!
The moment he turned around and saw Meng Ling, there was a bit of malice in his eyes.
"Tsk, you were going to hit me just now? Zimo didn't you want to get my attention, so that you could throw yourself into my arms for grandpa, right?"
, and began to look at it unscrupulously, tsk, he had never seen such a pitiful young man.
Hearing this, Meng Ling lowered his head and smiled slightly, and then said: "Originally, I thought that if you were not a dead virtue, I would spare your life, but now whether you are dead or not, you will definitely die." β
As if he had heard some big joke, he laughed, and at the same time turned his head to the drinking friends who were watching the excitement and said, "Hahahaha, have you heard, this son is going to take my life!"
Dead De's words caused a few laughs, and his eyes were a little mocking when he looked at Meng Ling.
"Come out. β
After finishing these three words, Meng Ling turned around unhurriedly and walked towards the door of the wine shop.
Seeing this, Dead Virtue raised his eyebrows and followed.