The twelve volumes of the Occupational Rankings, each of which has my name on it

The sound of music suddenly rang out in the abandoned warehouse.

"Thump, thump, thump! Thump, thump, thump, thump! Wait! thump, thump..."

Bingshen felt a headache after hearing it.

This seemed to be the athlete's march that he played on repeat all day when he participated in the school sports meeting when he was a student.

What are these people who got him out of the hospital doing?

"The one who is coming to us now is Comrade Beifeng, who is willing to roll his face into the fire, disfigure himself, act crazy, and hide alone in order to organize the victory of the action. He is definitely not forced by anyone!"

A clone took the microphone and acted as the host.

Bei Feng, who no longer needed to wear a hood due to his disfigurement, smiled horribly, waved to everyone, and walked to the podium.

Song Gua was holding a dish with some props in it.

Scrolls, potions, array compasses, and other professional resources of high quality and level.

Because these were not made by Song Gua's clone, nor were they bought, but were the stocks robbed from the eight major guilds when they robbed the BOSS before.

"I now officially grant you the exclusive title of Bei Feng. From today on, you are the military advisor of the organization, and a sharp blade that can lead the charge at any time!"

Bei Feng was grateful, took the prize, and gave a speech.

"I am very excited to stand here today. Who in my family understands that the old thief can actually fulfill his promise!

If we don't follow such a boss, who should we follow!

First of all, I want to thank my parents. They are so hardworking..."

Song Gua kicked him down.

"Next."

The host's clone spoke passionately and continued to host in fluent Mandarin.

"The one walking towards us now is a shameless person who said one thing in front of us and another behind our backs, playing tricks on the Avengers girl, and snatching treasures for the boss, but giving his substitute to the sponsor, a blank slate!"

Brother Xuezi stepped onto the podium.

Song Gua gave him a complete set of level 20 flawless armor and a level 20 rare whip weapon.

"This set is not cheap, don't say that I don't love you."

"Brother! Even if you don't give me these, I dare not not give you this thing!"

Brother Xuezi took the dragon ring out of his backpack and handed it to Song Gua.

This is a level 30 artifact. Song Gua can't wear it now, but just holding it in his hand makes him feel happy.

"We are all respectable people, so we should be polite."

"Thank you, boss! In addition, I want to say that I want to thank my parents, because of them..."

Song Gua kicked Brother Xuezi down.

"Next one."

"The one walking towards us now is Hongzhong, who broke through the secret operating room and brought out Bingshen's true body... It seems that his contribution is not that great!"

Song Gua also prepared a set of level 20 equipment for Brother Huozi.

Although Brother Huozi is not level 20 yet, as long as he goes out to practice, it won't take long for him to reach level 20.

After Brother Huozi got the prize, he jumped down directly to avoid being kicked.

Brother Monkey and Brother Guizi protested on the side.

"We want to receive the prize too!"

Song Gua rejected their protest.

"At the end of each operation, we only award the top three, and the others will wait for the next operation and perform well."

Life should be full of rituals.

Especially leading a team.

Look, Brother Monkey and Brother Ghost are so aggressive, they will definitely be more aggressive next time.

"Damn old thief, why didn't you give out awards after the last BOSS fight?"

"That's right, last time it was all thanks to my talent, I got so many summons, otherwise how could I have won the BOSS!"

"My monkeys and grandchildren are also crucial."

"The author must have forgotten last time."

"I'm so angry, strike!"

Song Gua glared at the two idiots.

"Your weapons are the best among us, what else do you need a bicycle?"

The two immediately shut up, one whistled, and the other played with a big knife.

Song Gua was wearing a hood at this time.

He signaled the host's clone to turn off the sound, and then walked slowly towards Bingshen who was lying on the ground.

"Brother Bing, you're awake, why are you still pretending?"

Bingshen opened his eyes and scanned the whole audience.

All clones were wearing hoods and Taoist robes.

When there are outsiders, everyone is actually on guard.

In the conversation just now, no information about the real body was revealed.

Bingshen sat up, looking lazy.

"What are you guys doing here, you weirdos? I remember when I was on the operating table, that black-hearted dean wanted to dig

My heart, you captured me? Why did you save me? Who are you? "

A clone pushed a chair over, and Song Gua sat on it with his legs crossed.

"Brother Bing has a lot of questions, don't worry, are you thirsty?"

Song Gua snapped his fingers.

Brother Xuezi brought two glasses of red wine.

"Let go of Brother Bing's hands, otherwise how can he drink?"

Several clones stepped forward and untied the abyssal rock restraints on Bingshen's hands.

"You dare to let go of my hands? If I untie all the restraints, you can't keep me."

"The world is so big, Brother Bing can go wherever he wants. I went to great lengths to rescue you, not to keep you, but just to clarify some things."

Bingshen took the red wine and tasted it with very standard gentleman table manners, which made Brother Xuezi raise his eyebrows and call out: "Fellow travelers. "

Bingshen smiled and said, "Okay, since you saved me, tell me what you want to know?"

"Are you really mentally ill?"

"I was before! But later I got better, and Yue Sheng didn't know, so he thought I was sick again, hahaha!"

"Why didn't Yue Sheng just sentence you directly? And he took you from Shangjing to Yunshan City for your treatment?"

"I'm guilty of a capital crime, and if he sentences me, I'll be screwed, and the things the government wants to get back will never be found!"

Yes.

That's what the government attaches so much importance to.

It's also what Song Gua wants!

"Then where did you hide it?"

Bingshen lay on the ground with a wine glass in his hand, leaning back.

"Why should I tell you?"

Song Gua's mouth curled up.

"The young master of the Pang family should still be waiting for your heart now. "

Bingshen spurted out the wine he had just taken.

Thinking of the scene on the operating table, watching the scalpel dangling in front of his eyes, Bingshen felt like he was about to pee.

It was too scary.

The things he had experienced in this life were rich and colorful, but being slaughtered on the operating table was still beyond his psychological tolerance.

"It seems that you are not a good person either."

Song Gua laughed.

"Good person? Bad person? That is the definition that only children would give to people. Bad people don't think they are bad. If they think they are bad, they are not bad, but stupid."

Bingshen laughed.

"Interesting! Interesting! A group of rookies in their teens and twenties were able to get me out of that hospital. It seems that you are not simple!"

"Are you willing to tell me?"

Bingshen looked at this group of freaks.

"Presumably, if I don't tell you today, I will be pushed onto the operating table again."

"The Pang family is paying a lot of money to get my heart, and I am very tempted."

"Illusionary monument. ”

“What is it?”

“You don’t know?”

“I’d like to hear more about it.”

“You don’t even know this, and you still want to get involved. I think you’d better forget it. It’s a dangerous thing. Even if I really give it to you, I don’t think you will want it.”

“I’m Dice, I’m never afraid of danger!”

Bingshen smiled bitterly, “Do you know how I got my mental illness, which I’ve recovered from?”