Chapter 10 Beginner Task • Continuation
After leaving the bookstore, Mo Dian took a bus to the snack street in the downtown area, bought a few baskets of steamed buns at the best soup steamed bun shop, and then quickly returned to the bookstore with steamed buns.
In the basement, the wind is still staring at the light screen, and next to him, any door is already standing there.
"No matter how many times you watch it... There is always a sense of discord..." Mo Greed at any door and whispered.
"It's good to get used to it," Tianfeng said casually, "This is a high-tech product from the future. The transfer device developed by the Tianlong Dynasty of the First Empire in the center of the universe is from the molecular level, dispersing objects and then regathering them. That kind of painful normal person will never want to try again. If the portal is opened, I Magicians without infinite magic and infinite magic crystals. As for the teleportation of the superpower system... This only belongs to individuals, let alone sword flying. If you are not a manager above B, you will never be able to master that ability."
"... Did I say that you usually think about problems in such a chaotic way of thinking?" Don't ask in a cold sweat.
"So, just get used to it." Tianfeng said calmly, "Hurry up and deliver the takeaway. If it gets cold, the prince may take the opportunity to attack again."
"Okay, okay..." Mo sighed and walked into any door.
On the other side of any door is naturally the headquarters of the Airbound Administration. Mo Gree still has a relaxed and leisurely expression, but two tall and strong men in black blocked his way.
Mo Greed up at the two big men and felt like the black-headed bodyguard man who followed the president of a certain country when he was traveling.
"Is this the food the prince wants?" A big man pointed to the food box in his hand and asked.
"Well, if there is only one prince here now... it should be..." Mo said cautiously, because he instinctively felt something wrong with his aura: "Then, please..."
The two big men did not take the food box, but directly grabbed Mo's arm and walked out: "Your Highness has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Huh? Me?" Don't say at a loss.
Mo Cong was quickly passed through the luxuriant hall by two big men, through the long corridor, and finally came to a delicately decorated room.
Several people in the room immediately attracted Mo Gree's attention.
The first thing that attracted Mo's attention was not the handsome man sitting in the middle with an irritable face, but a black-haired and yellow-skinned oriental man standing beside him.
The man had long black hair, some of his hair was tied into a bun, and the rest were casually scattered on his shoulders.
He is very handsome, and no woman will refute this. He has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and his eyes are brightly. Obviously, he is firm-minded, brave and resolute, but there is no lack of wisdom.
He wears a quaint robe and looks like an actor coming out of an ancient costume film, with a Qingfeng sword on his back.
When Mo Grean looked at the man for the first time, he was as comfortable as the spring breeze. A breath similar to the origin of life emanated from the man, and the people bathed in it seemed to be 100 times more energetic.
"Is this a real practitioners?" Mo Greed in his heart, and then turned straight to a man standing on the other side of the man in the middle relative to the practitioners.
A feeling of running from the south of the four seasons of Changchun to the frozen north instantly surged into Mo Greed's heart.
The long hair with the same shawl is as pure white as snowflakes.
The same handsome face, but with a little evil and ghost.
It also has an aura, but exudes a breath of death.
The same sharp sword emits a scorching cold light and a frost that is enough to freeze the earth.
The man was wearing a European medieval-style steel armor with an evil smile on his face, as if he were a demon who could do anything bad.
But Mo Qian is very clear that these two people are the real elites of the Airspace Administration, and they are always S-level managers who can't see the truth.
Because when I saw the two people, the bracelet transmitted the basic information of the two into my mind.
One of the two people in front of him is the "Liu Feng Taoist" Feng Wenliu, and the other is the "Death Knight" Gorhagang.
In the end, Mo Gree's eyes fell on the young man in the middle.
In terms of appearance, this young man is undoubtedly much worse than the two people around him. To be from the heart, he is also a handsome man, but he is obviously a little awkward under the background of the two managers next to him.
This may be the reason why he was not noticeable at first, but what made Mo Nian notice was his eyes, which were completely as good as the two S-level managers, full of wisdom and courage, but perhaps it was Mo Grean's illusion. He always felt that there was still a trace of cruelty and cunning in the young man's eyes.
"Your Highness, the takeaway has been delivered." The two big men who came to the young man with Mo greedy said.
This sentence brought Mo Cong back to reality. He subconsciously picked up the food box: "Uh, please..."
The death knight Gorha just squinted at the food box in Mo's hand, while Feng Wenliu frowned and took the food box.
However, the young man in the middle was one step faster than Feng Wenliu and first stretched out his hand to get the food box.
"Your Highness." Feng Wenliu's hand stopped in mid-air and whispered.
"Don't bother you two about this. I'm not a spoiled noble son." The prince said politely and then opened the food box.
Because the food box with time magic is used, the steamed buns in the box are still in a steaming state that has just come out of the cage.
The moment the death knight Gorha saw the steamed bun, his eyes almost narrowed into a crack, and a slight smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Fengwen Liu frowned and reached out to pat the prince on the shoulder: "Your Highness!"
The prince picked up a steamed bun with his chopsticks and sent it to his mouth.
Mo, who stood aside at this moment, vaguely felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong. He wanted to run away but found that the two big men who 'sent' him did not seem to have let go of himself.
"It's really delicious." The prince took a few bites, swallowed it gently, and then turned to the wind and asked Liu, "What's wrong?"
Feng Wenliu grabbed the prince's right hand and put his four fingers on the prince's pulse.
And Gorhagang gently put his hand on the ice-smitting sword around his waist.
At this time, even Mo Gree felt that something seemed to be wrong, but he didn't realize what was wrong.
The next moment, Yin Hong's blood suddenly flowed out of the prince's seven orifices, and then the prince fell softly to the ground!