"Who will tell me what's going on? This kid doesn't look like a human being."
Ji Ziyang's actions have begun to attract the attention of some customers and waiters outside the glass door of the private room.
"Sir, sir, what happened?"
"Putting down the weapon is the effect of Ning Pingle's talent. He is a normal person, but he is an S-level seal master and has other things sealed in his body."
Jiang Meng said.
"Hey, I also asked you why you were talking about S level when we came in."
He carefully put away the stick and charms, slid his fingers on his left eyelid, and looked at Ning Pingle again, and found that the aura of the mountain and sea creatures on his body was gradually fading, and then he believed what Jiang Meng said.
He leaned back, waved his hands to the waiter, indicating that nothing happened, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"Next time if something happens, don't be so scary. Just eat, eat, eat!" Ji Ziyang's dialect was so frightened that he was obviously really nervous just now.
Ning Ping smiled and said to Jiang Meng:
"She must have finished digesting that thing (pointing to Xiang Liu Corpse). What did you do? She seems very angry."
"At least from my sources, I have never heard of anyone taking action against that thing. Such a dangerous thing will be difficult to end if it is not handled well." Jiang Meng thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "It wasn't a few decades ago.
This uncontrollable power needs to be used urgently."
"So, why would a noble S-class and a rare seal master come to team up with a novice like me?" Ji Ziyang said, "Logically speaking, more strong teams are willing to bring such newcomers, right?"
"You used to be rated as A-level, but you just dropped to C-level this year. Are you that surprised by the S-level seal master?" Jiang Meng said.
"Can this be the same? Can it be the same?
Is this guy a normal S-level? I have left Sanqing Palace, but it does not mean that the vision I cultivated in Sanqing Palace has been thrown into the trash can."
Ji Ziyang muttered: "This guy is S now. That's because the upper limit of the evaluation is S. As for the presence of the spell I just perceived, he is obviously more suitable for the other set of evaluations, Sister Meng and yours."
system."
Jiang Meng didn't say anything, but looked at Ji Ziyang steadily.
Within a few seconds, Ji Ziyang broke into cold sweat, made a French military salute, and said:
"That's wrong, that's wrong. I know no one wants me now, so I won't be picky anymore. What's more, this is an S-class one. I can't wait to hug you!"
Jiang Meng nodded, looked at Ning Pingle, and said:
"Counting the time, the last teammate should be here too, just wait."
Ning Pingle nodded.
…
…
【Half an hour later】
Ning Pingle looked at Jiang Meng hesitantly:
"Did something happen to the last member?"
Jiang dreamed for a while, thinking that waiting like this was not an option, so he took out his mobile phone and made a call:
"Hey, Youyue, have you gone out?"
After a while, Jiang Meng clicked on the speakerphone of her phone, seemingly because the voice was too low, and then she could clearly hear the soft voice on the other end of the phone:
"Ah, you are already downstairs?"
Jiang Meng looked at the two of them in confusion and said:
"Come right up, we'll be in the private room on the second floor."
"I~I've been waiting downstairs for an hour."
Because the speakerphone was turned on, the voice on the other end of the phone was a little louder. Ning Pingle was considered to have sharp ears and eyesight after possessing the magic power, but he could barely hear the voice of the last teammate.
The voice is small and the accent is soft. The first impression is that he looks good...
Although Ning Pingle knows that guessing the appearance based on the voice is nonsense, this does not prevent Ning Pingle from liking good sounds.
Think about it, when you are on the phone with the boss of your department, suddenly a lovely person comes to your mouth and pecks her gently. He does not interfere with your conversation, but whispers softly in your ear.
This is one of the two most critical uses of good sound.
"So why don't you come up? Did you not find us when you came up?"
Jiang Meng said, but then she thought something was wrong, so she asked her:
"The waiter can bring you here directly in Yazheng Pavilion on the second floor."
The voice on the other end of the phone became quieter and said:
"She~ they look a little busy."
Jiang Meng added: "It doesn't matter. This store is old and the service level is in place."
There was suddenly no sound on the other end of the phone, and a moment later a slightly crying voice sounded:
"But there are too many people inside, I dare not go in!"
Ning Pingle, who was drinking mung bean soup, choked and nonchalantly reached out to the napkin on the table.
Then I saw another hand——
From Ji Ziyang who accidentally got sour plum sauce on his face.
The two looked at each other and suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for each other.
Jiang Meng took a deep breath and said:
"You two wait a moment, I'll go down and bring her up."
She then remembered that this person was the conjurer who was forced into this team by Zhou Beimo. She had heard of her experience before, but she did not expect that the situation would be so serious.
"What's all this about?"
Jiang Meng rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that it would be very troublesome to manage this team.
"I'll go down there."
After Jiang Meng finished speaking, he stood up and left the box.
"It's a bit troublesome..."
The expression on Ji Ziyang's face was a little solemn.
"What's wrong?" Ning Pingle asked.
He knew nothing about the world of domestic conjurers. When encountering this kind of problem, he could only rely on Zhou Beimo, Jiang Meng and Ji Ziyang to popularize science.
"According to my position in the profession of magician, you should be taking the route of sealing and attacking magicians.
I took the aggressive and versatile route.
So what this team lacks most is an auxiliary spellcaster."
Ning Pingle nodded: "So this is the direction the last person walked?"
"There is a high probability, but among the existing auxiliary magicians in Tiandu City, there is only one person with the word Youyue... Jian Youyue, the 'former' senior auxiliary magician with an A-level evaluation, she is very popular in Tiandu City
famous."
Ji Ziyang also wiped his face with tissue paper.
"forward?"
Ning Pingle frowned.
"Well, Jian Youyue used to be very famous and a real elite.
But last month, she encountered an accident in the game, and it is said that she has been basically disabled and even quit the team."
Ning Pingle began to fall into self-doubt.
Ji Ziyang, the "rebel" of Sanqing Palace.
Jian Youyue, the former assistant father, is now disabled.
In addition, in the eyes of outsiders, I am a self-destruct device with random timing.
Le Shi, what kind of combination is this? Or should it be called "Hell Le"?!
Damn it, wouldn't such a team really want his life? Just as he was thinking this, Jiang Meng arrived belatedly and walked up with a girl hiding behind her.
Street Diary:
【Fake Positive Diary】
Luoluo: @武文NRongmo has not saved the manuscript. I feel uncomfortable, my throat is stuck, and my fingers are sore. Didn’t you notice that I haven’t been able to type normally for several days? (Cat boy crying.jpg)
Wu Wen Nongmo: If you don’t save the manuscript, what should you do if something suddenly happens? Won’t the more than 300 consecutive days be interrupted?
Luoluo: Uncomfortable, stuck in throat, sore fingers
Han Shouting Monkey: Kawen every day
Wu Wen Nongmo:@罗洛???
Han Shouting Monkey: I want to cut books every day
Taking advantage of the void to control the wind: Two thousand words is the limit of human beings
Wu Wen Nongmo: These three behaviors of yours...
Luoluo: It feels a bit like Fuyang, but my temperature has not risen for three or four days.
Hanshou Ting Monkey: @罗洛 Isn’t this a sign of being raped?
Luoluo: Maomao question mark.jpg
Han Shouting Monkey: When Luo Luo looks for help, even if it’s just once, will you be a hero or...jpg
(Evaluation: It is indeed the most abnormal nine groups)