The Lord's World Tour

After all, Bai Yi sighed softly. The mind summoning system: "I was unwilling to cooperate with pretending to be dead before, but now I can open my mouth after leaving the world of fairy sword?"

The host application has been detected, and the interactive module is being constructed... please wait

After waiting for a few minutes, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in my mind: Hello, I am the temporary interaction module!

Bai Yi said lightly: "You know the situation, there is no need to say more, the explanation is also suspected of being watery, just give the solution directly! And what should I do after the fairy sword world, will there be punishment for mission failure? And what did it do to my body?"

Feedback received from host, processing.....

System internal testing, bugs are predictable risks...the processing plan is adjusted for the time-limited task module, and the adjustment time is estimated to be two weeks in the World Time of Adventures.

Compensation for the loss of the host, the compensation list: the number of lottery draws X3, the number of upgrades for a single spell X1

A host problem was detected, and the task failed with "the system will not punish", and the actual situation has nothing to do with the system.It is safe to detect that there is no implant in the body.

Although the interactive module's answer was dull and rigid, it basically gave a positive response to what it wanted to know, and Bai Yi nodded in relief.

Now that I think about it, my previous self was indeed a bit drifting.After collecting the talisman and running it from Chenlong's hand once, I don't know what my last name is.

Sigh lightly.

......

adventure world,

San Francisco, antique store.

There is a pile of white paper on the table in the study, and the old man writes and draws on it.

Chenlong stepped forward and whispered, "Father, haven't you found the location of the Holy Master?"

"It's not that I couldn't find it, but that the hexagram shows that there is no trace of the Holy Master in the world above!"

The old man put down the brush in his hand, and said calmly: "The evil dragon used magic to evade detection, and the old man needs more time to find the counter spell!"

"One more thing, Tru, where is today's supper?"

"Night snack...."

"I forgot to do it!"

Accompanied by this somewhat sad tone, the floor trembled slightly. A few seconds later, a huge figure in suspenders appeared outside the door of the study. It was Mr. Tru, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

After a brief silence, Dad waved his hands exaggeratedly, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Oh, how can Dad have the energy to study these magics without supper and hot tea! If you can’t find the evil dragon, then you’ll be in trouble!”

Truben added a bit of frustration to his wrinkled face: "I'm sorry sir, I'll go right away!"

With his head down, Tru, who was exuding depression all over his body, didn't notice the sculpture placed on the counter beside him at all. When his arm touched it lightly, the sculpture immediately shook on the counter.Fortunately, Chenlong's movements are nimble and he holds the bottle with precision.

At this time, a small and nimble figure jumped down from the second floor, grabbed the handrail and slid in front of Tru, raised the poster in his hand and pulled Tru's pants excitedly: "Hi, Tru, tomorrow is The annual food festival, there will be a lot of delicious food, you can rest assured about the event..."

In the middle of speaking, Xiaoyu noticed the depressed expression on Tru's face, and the smile on Xiaoyu's face froze.

He raised his head, looked at Tohru carefully, and said cautiously:

"what happened to you?"

"You've been weird recently, you've been absent-minded... Is it because of the smell of garlic on Dad's body?" Although it's a bad habit to belittle people behind the scenes, but for Tru's mood, Dad should understand, right?With such thoughts in mind, Xiaoyu continued: "That's right, only he loves to eat, but in fact, everyone can't stand him..."

"No, sir."

"It's because of my mother!"

"What? You...have a mother?" Xiaoyu had a surprised expression on her face.

"She is very dissatisfied with me quitting the black hand and the organization. So she came from Neon..."

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"No, shouldn't this be a good thing?" Xiaoyu turned over and sat on the counter, and continued: "I mean, quitting the black hand and organizing is a good thing."

"I didn't tell my mother that in her impression, Varon's organization was as polite and noble as his own. Working with Varon, although she didn't think she was outstanding, at least it didn't let her Shame."

Xiaoyu was a little surprised: "So, you have been hiding from your mother about the organization of Walon and his black hands?"

Tru nodded, went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, rummaged through it and said, "In the past, I always wanted to make my mother proud of me, but I didn't live up to it, and I didn't succeed in everything... I still throw it away now." It’s a job she thinks is a good one.”

"Ah, uh...Speaking of which, Tru, you left the Mafia before and organized to find an antique shop. Why? It can't really be because the antique shop provides food and housing, right?"

"no!"

"I'll just say it!" Xiaoyu said with a smile, "Why is that? Can you say it?"

Tru's movements paused.

As soon as he mentioned the reason for leaving Wa Lone, he would subconsciously think of the quarrel with Wa Lone and the photos Sergeant Black showed him when he was in the thirteenth district.

"Because...they're too much."

Before leaving, he also persuaded Wa Long to put on a mask and go to the big kill, once and countless times...but Wa Long refused.

In Valon's eyes, nothing is more important than wealth!If you can easily make money following the Holy Master, then why do you have to go back to your own gray business, relying on people's faces, and suffering so much to only earn a little bit all year round.

Valon felt that he had nothing wrong with him. As for the incident in the Black Hand Building, those hundreds of JCs and agents died miserably... You were ordered to kill me, so isn't it normal for me to fight back?The process was a bit cruel, but there was no way that the mask could erode people's hearts and magnify the dark side of the heart. In addition, the resistance was too fierce, resulting in a tragic ending.