"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

The lights in the office area were bright and two sounds were heard. One was surprised and the other was young and nervous. The studio had not started yet, and the only employee was still wet in the rain on the Bund.

There are only two people who can come in, and at most property management is added, but there will never be a little girl.

Ning Cuo and Shirley looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

The latter: This is what you call the ‘Agent’? No... a villain?

The former: Listen to my explanation...

Ning Cuo ended his "eye conversation" and turned his head to look at the figure at the door of the office. It was a little girl in a green dress:

The bun face is beautiful and cute, a small one, with a tense face, very alert, and her hair and clothes are all tide. Maybe she walked out of the office when she heard the sound of the door opening.

The office is the place where the two daily lives of "Seventeenth"... Ning Cuo looked at the south-facing window and found a window open, with the cold winter wind blowing in, and a few pieces of flying paper floating on the ground.

"I am his friend, Ning Chuo, this is my company, you are..."

Luo Yi heard her report to her home and recalled it. Finally, she remembered this person. Yes, she didn't blame her for forgetting. The main reason was that the two had almost never met. Fortunately, Suning mentioned her.

"You are not allowed to enter here." Luo Yi's hostility decreased slightly and her arms stopped the office.

It's OK elsewhere, but not here.

Ning Cuo Bingxue was smart and combined with the disappearance of the ruins, he had a bad guess: "He is inside? Are you a companion? What happened? Was he injured?"

Luo Yi had a tense face, heard this, and said decisively: "No."

"That……"

"You are so annoying, it's just inconvenient!" Luoyi shouted angrily. Suning was unconscious. She didn't know how to open the gray fog space, so she had to bring him back and place him in the office. She was in a bad mood.

Of course I won't give you a good face.

After saying that, she turned her head and opened the door, walked into the office. When she saw the two girls looking at her, she shouted again: "Don't look!"

After saying that, the door was closed with a "slam".

"This is..." Shirley couldn't touch her head and felt that she understood, but she didn't understand at all.

Ning Cuo was relieved when he heard that he was not hurt. Although he was curious about it, he thought it might be a matter of practice... Well, there are settings in martial arts novels that you cannot disturb your practice. I think Immortal cultivation is the same.

Reassuringly, she smiled and led Shirley to sit down in the rest area. She went to pour her hot drinks by herself, explaining: "Don't worry, she should be the companion of the operative. Let's wait first."

She hasn't told the latter yet, the agent = Suning = Rain Master

"Oh." Shirley was a girl who was not very good at digging into the problem. When she heard this, she walked to the rest area honestly: that is, in the corner of the office area, several sets of sofas and coffee tables were placed.

By the way, she changed her slippers and placed herself on the soft sofa. The round-faced mixed-race girl grabbed a beige pillow, hugged her in her arms, and crossed her legs in white socks.

Very relaxed.

Well, she is naturally familiar and looks like home everywhere.

"Drink some coffee and warm your body," Ning Cuo walked over generously and laughed when he saw this: "I thought you would be uncomfortable, and it seems that you have underestimated you."

Shirley raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't adapt? You killed people, why should I not adapt? Besides, according to what you said before, saving the nation will not be a good person, that's even more damn."

Although she was indifferent, this extreme behavior actually meant that she was trying hard to hide the emotional fluctuations in her heart... Ning, who had a minor in psychology, thought misunderstood.

After a few words of praise, he sat opposite him with his legs on his back. The two close friends each held a cup of hot coffee, their eyes lowered and they didn't say anything.

After a while, Shirley turned over and stared at her eyes, "What the hell is going on? Can you tell me in detail now?"

She pressed her chest against the pillow and grabbed her messy hair:

"I'm confused now."

Ning Cuo was calm and calm and said, "That's a long story."

...

A wall is separated by an office.

Luo Yi locked the door and lay down at the door to listen to the situation. She confirmed that the other party had not come, so she ran to the single bed indoor.

Suning was lying there, motionless.

"Wake up... Wake up..." Luo Yi pushed him, but it was useless. After thinking about it, she jumped onto the bed and made Suning meditate, but failed.

She was a little anxious and grabbed another handful of dirty pills from her pocket, picked out one, and tried to stuff it to Suning, but Suning didn't swallow it at all.

"What to do... What to do..." Luo Yi hugged her head and turned around in a hurry. After thinking about it, she suddenly had an idea and swallowed the pill by herself.

Then he cut his arms open and handed them to his mouth, allowing warm, medicinal dragon blood to pour into his mouth.

Blood entered his abdomen, Suning frowned, and his breath changed from disorder to lengthening.

Luo Yi was very surprised and straightened him, stood by and waited.

After a while, Suning finally opened his eyes and got up: "Is this... am I back?"

The pain in my mind faded like a tide, and memories surged into my mind... Although I was in a coma, Suning did not have no perception of external changes. At this moment, it made a brief inference and pieced together the process:

The ruins ended and I fainted. Did Luo Yi take me back?

He got up and saw the sleepy little girl lying beside the window. She leaned forward with her feet on the ground, leaned forward, and had her eyelids fighting, just like a family member who had been with her bed in the hospital until midnight.

"Luoyi? Wake up... Did you bring me back?" Suning grabbed her face.

The little girl raised her eyelids and overflowed with a little joy. She seemed to finally feel relieved. She nodded gently, and then closed her heavy eyelids with a "click":

"Hogh...hugh..."

A unique skill to sleep in seconds!

"..." Suning had a toothache, thinking to himself, was it as if you were so tired? You didn't do anything, so you tried to help the little girl up, and suddenly saw the wound on her wrist that was slowly healing, and was stunned.

...

The pressure of storing the "Giant Spirit God" is much greater than Suning expected, or in other words, the level of this immortal magic weapon is too high, and he cannot control it with his cultivation level.

If you insist on taking it, the pressure will be extremely high.

Fortunately, the result is good. After the pain period, it does not have much load for the body. After "wake up", after sitting for two minutes, it basically recovers as usual.

At this time, he finally opened the door and smiled and said, "Where are you chatting?"

He had heard the two of them talking long ago.

"Ah, are you out?" Ning Cuo stood up: "We came back just now and saw a little girl guarding the door."

"You should know her." Suning poured out a hot drink on his own and blinked at her, "Last time we took the plane."

Ning Cuo was stunned at first, then showed a look of surprise without concealing it, and stuttered: "She is..."

"That's right." Suning smiled, holding the cup and looking at Shirley: "Hello, we're meeting again."

Since I have seen it all, there is no need to hide it. Shirley next to me was confused, but unexpectedly did not interrupt, just staring at him with her big curious eyes.

This is not the first time we met, but the impression is very different this time.

Last time I got together at Hoshino Building, Suning attended as Ning's friend. I remember that at that time, my classmates wanted to see him make a fool of themselves and make jokes, but later Schneider pointed out his talent as a great person.

Shirley was still sore for a while.

Who would have thought that he was just pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and his peers with a peaceful temperament and a gentle smile were actually a big shot in the organization.

"Haaaaah, hello." Shirley jumped up in a hurry, and the pillow in her hand fell off.

Ning Cuo pressed his surprise next to him, his eyes were circulating, and he smiled, thinking that when you know that Suning is the "rain master", I don't know what he would be surprised.

She only told the other party about Suning's identity as a "representer".

"I encountered some problems in the ruins and was solved just now." Suning explained vaguely: "Luyi should be considered as protecting me."

That little girl... no, is that dragon... called Luoyi? Ning Cuo remembered this name.

"Okay, let's put this aside first, and then talk about it later, and talk about the serious matters," Suning walked over and sat on the sofa: "How is the situation of the National Rescue Association?"

The two women were able to sit here and chat, which meant that there was no big problem. Suning guessed that the arrangement had been effective, and the people from the National Rescue Association were scared away by the gray windbreaker in the palace.

This is a more reasonable inference.

Then, the matter was not over yet, and he had to deal with it as soon as possible. As a result, after the words came, he saw the two members looking at each other with a complicated expression.

Ning Chuo was wearing a long skirt, making the hem fit the curve, and sat down, saying seriously:

"The man is dead."

?

"It was killed by us."

??

Suning was really surprised. He didn't pretend. This was different from the script he thought. He put down the cup and said seriously: "What's going on?"

So Ning Cuo described the matter in full and could see that he had written the script and was well organized. He could make a paper report after writing the original words.

Suning listened carefully, and after she finished speaking, she said with a complicated expression: "You guys performed better than I thought."
To be continued...