I Became an Anonymous Boss

"...The young master pointed to the one in front of him and said: The old lady is poisonous..."

This is classical literature.

"...The brazier was burning and crackling, but the mourning hall was so cold that everyone felt so cold inside. How could this be true? They were all thinking, if this is true, God But it collapsed, and someone hid in the corner, chanting 'this is impossible', and didn't even look straight at the coffin..."

This is a genre of realism literature.

While talking, Shirataki switched between various styles, making his scalp tingle.

If he changed his career to writing physical novels, he would definitely be able to force the editor to leave in less than three days.

The bone surface sounds very awkward, sometimes it feels emotional, and sometimes it is very brain-burning just to understand the vocabulary.

In the end, I barely understood the general process.

But listening to Bai Taki's vivid description of the details, he didn't understand anything. The only thing he knew was... This young man is really capable.

But Gu Mian always felt that something was wrong, but his head was hot from being roasted by various styles, and he didn't turn around for a while.

At this time, the break time is over, and the third stage performance is about to begin.

A woman in a long skirt walked onto the center of the stage without haste.

Following her appearance, there was a commotion in the lower corner, and many people knew her identity, and expressed that they could feast their eyes and make money.

Yes, yes, you made a profit, Tianxiang Pavilion suffered a blood loss.

Shang Yuwei cupped her hands slightly, and as the vocal music played, her figure also danced along with it.

At first it was soft and beautiful, because she had not yet held the sword in her hand, the song was soft, and the dance was gentle.

But after the vocal music turned from soft to low and then to hasty, she drew out her double swords.

The temperament changed in an instant.

With the sword in hand, the softness is gone, replaced by a sharpness.

If it was a clear stream at first, it is now a waterfall.

From this sword dance, Bai Taki actually saw the image of a gold and iron horse, and the sleeves fluttered, as if he was dancing a sword in a battle on the battlefield.

There is no killing intent, although there is no killing intent, but there is an aura and imagery.

Ordinary people only see gorgeous sword dances, difficult skills and movements.

But these are just embellishments, what really matters is the artistic conception, just like a painting, freehand brushwork is the finishing touch.

Just because she can't understand it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. This sword dance seems to allow Shirataki to see the actual scenery, and glimpse the landscape outlined in her sword dance.

Long rivers, sunsets, deserts, horses, spears, iron armor, dead wood, glaciers...

A school of landscapes appeared in front of his eyes as if they were real, and he didn't know why he could see them, it seemed to be presented deliberately.

From the beginning to the end, Shang Yuwei didn't look at him, but Bai Taki felt as if he was being stared at all the time, shrouded by that hazy image.

Shirataki watched the sword dance, and couldn't stop murmuring softly.

"Lying in the night and listening to the wind and rain...Iron Horse and Glacier are dreaming..."

Half of the seven-character quatrains are so light that almost no one can hear them.

But Gu Mian heard it, and heard it clearly, this chapter handed down from generation to generation, fell into the ears so deafeningly deafening.

His somewhat hot head was stimulated by this poem, and suddenly calmed down.

At this time, Gu Mian began to re-examine the young man next to him... Ever since he met the other party for the first time, he had a sense of disobedience. As the conversation progressed, the disobedience was temporarily covered up until the transaction was completed. He didn't have much doubts.

But now, the sense of disobedience can no longer be concealed.

...Since he is a refugee, why can he still dress up so well, not like a bereaved dog?

... He should have hated the Tantai family, but he was unwavering when he heard the news that Tantaizhong was about to die?

... He wanted to retreat bravely and leave steadily, but he couldn't see the slightest urgency from his attitude?

...How come the latent members of the outer layer have such a strong psychological quality and a calm conversation?

... Am I leading the topic, or am I being induced by him to think?

Gu Mian thought that he was thinking too much, he tried his best to prevent himself from thinking deeply, but there was a voice shouting in his mind.

...Even the previous ones can be explained, except for one point!

... It is absolutely impossible for an undercover agent lurking in the organization to have such poetic talent!

Gu Mian clenched his fists, and he continued to think, feeling that he was about to realize the truth.

...Why can he describe what happened to the Tantai family vividly?

...why has he been sitting here with such a relaxed attitude since the beginning?

...Why does he seem to cooperate everywhere but always gives me a strong sense of disobedience?

...There is only one possibility that can be thought of!

Gu Mian clenched his fists, breathed rapidly, and looked uneasy, but suppressed this uneasiness.

He guessed that he had fallen into a trap and fell into the trap set up in advance by the other party. He found out, but it was too late.

Because the conversation is over, because even the exposure was intentional and proactive.

From the beginning to the present, the other party has not concealed anything, not a single lie, and not a single truth!

The bones were a little unwilling, and he suppressed the trembling feeling in his heart, and also suppressed the killing intent that would explode at any time.

Looking at Shirataki, suppressing his trembling voice, he asked in a low voice: "I have a question."

Shirataki watched the sword dance, without thinking, "Say."

Gu Mian asked: "You are the son."

He questioned, but in a firm tone.

Hearing this, Shirataki raised the corners of his lips without any surprise, and said confidently and affirmatively, "That's right, I'm right here!"

Chapter 96 I Bet You Don't Have Bullets In Your Gun!

Shirataki had been waiting for the other party to ask a question for a long time.

So almost without thinking about it, I just said a word.

Pretentious, not shabby.

On the other hand, the bone surface almost crushed the armrest of the seat.

He admitted it too quickly.

No, he never hid it from the beginning.

Not only did he not hide it, but he even deliberately pointed it out at the end.

Gu Mian secretly lamented his own stupidity, and at the same time cursed the opponent's cunning through gnashing of teeth.

This is a trap, and this is also a trap, a well-set trap, waiting to invite you into the urn.

Perhaps from the moment he took the initiative to approach and start probing, he had already fallen into the opponent's scheme.

But how did he know the effect of the Taotie Order?And how did you know about the Tianxiang Pavilion meeting?

Comparing this is pointless.

From the moment he stepped into the Tianxiang Pavilion, he was destined to fall into the opponent's hands.

The bone surface was secretly startled, how sharp the other party's words were, and how well he controlled people's hearts. He seemed to be passive everywhere, but he was actually persuasive.

His state of mind is even more calm, not in a hurry or impatient, and when he sees a fish taking the bait, he still puts on an attitude of trying to catch it. Obviously, if he shows a little anxiety, he will be noticed by himself, but he doesn't.

Gu Mian also had to marvel at the flexibility of the other party's wrist, but such a character would remain unknown all the time.

He said in a low voice: "It will fall in your hands... I won't be wronged."

Bai Taki was satisfied, but pretended to be modest: "That's ridiculous."

He snorted twice coldly with a superficial smile.

This person is really hypocritical, his expression and words are obviously sincere, but no matter how you look at it, he is so hypocritical!

Even though he already knew that he had fallen into a trap, and the other party was so confident, he might be unable to fly.

Is it hard to give up struggling?If it just fell into the other party's hands for no reason, it would be truly doomed!

Gu Mianxin said that there is still a chance, because the location is Tianxianglouge.

The Tianxiang Pavilion is the property of the Martial Sect, and swords are not allowed. The implication is that it is not allowed to use force here, otherwise it will be an enemy of the Tianxiang Pavilion and slap the Martial Sect in the face.

That is to say, young master, he dare not take the initiative to take action, the initiative to preemptive strikes rests with himself.

If it is in other places, I am afraid that I have already become a prisoner, or I don't need other people to do it. If this young man dares to sit beside him, he must be extremely confident in his strength, and he can take him down by himself.

At the same time, what I want to bet on is his self-confidence, betting that he has no other backhands outside!

But that's not enough!

It is impossible for the other party to watch him escape, and he will definitely chase him out, so a third opportunity is needed.

That is to get enough time to escape.

The best way to delay the opponent's pursuit is to injure him.

But Gu Mian saw that Shirataki did not focus on his side at all, as if he was not on guard, but even less confident to act.

The more confident the opponent is, the less confident he will be. For example, if the opponent holds a hand of garbage and challenges you with four twos, you have to panic.

Gu Mian didn't think that the young master was holding a hand of rubbish cards, but the undoubted Wang Zha.

Wouldn't it be like lighting a lamp in a latrine if the other party must have taken precautions in advance?

Therefore, he dare not bet on how deeply Bai Taki's strength is hidden.

Then, he can only gamble on something else.

The bone-faced eyes looked around, and happened to catch a glimpse of a maid who was pouring tea and water.

The maids of Tianxiang Pavilion are also disciples, or peripheral disciples, or anonymous disciples.

She's just a maid, she's underage, and she can't perform on stage, so she's naturally very weak.