Chapter 157 Missing Memory
After school at noon, Mo Gree still sat in his seat and looked at the ring on his finger.
"I think we need to talk." Liang Yu's cold voice came from the side. Mo Greed up and saw Liang Yu and Wen Feng standing in front of him.
The rooftop of the main teaching building.
The dark elf teenager Raj was lying leisurely on the roof adjusting the bow string of his sandalwood bow. At this time, Mo Gree came out of the stairs and saw Raje instinctively pull out two guns.
Raj put a wolf tooth arrow on the string almost at the same time.
"Calm down, don't be greedy, calm down," Liang Yu said quickly, and then looked at Lajie: "Put down your weapons, Raj."
Lajie obediently put away his bowstrings, and Mo Cong also put down his two guns.
The atmosphere has become very delicate. Obviously, everyone's nerves are tight at this moment.
After a moment of silence, Liang Yu stretched out his left hand and said, "There is only one purpose of coming here, which is to solve the problem of the ring in our hand."
"Although I can't remember who or why we are given this vicious task, the idea that there will be no vitality if it can't be completed is deeply rooted in my mind." Wen Feng shook the white paper fan and said, "We must do something."
"Do you mean to kill each other?" Raj asked with a sneer at the corners of his mouth, but his eyes looked at Mo Gree.
"Or other ring holders." Mo Gree did not avoid Raj's eyes and said calmly.
"We don't even know where those people are. We only know their names and appearances. What's the use of this?" Raj immediately retorted.
"This may be the same for those people," Wen Feng said calmly, "They also don't know where we are."
"The strength gap between all our ring holders is not very large, and the individual heroism can't go far," Liang Yu said calmly: "And in order to survive, the weaker holders will inevitably unite to attack other holders with the situation of the team and seize the ring, so that neither the success rate is The survival rate will increase significantly.
"So we must also form a team," Wen Feng continued, "to deal with attacks from other ring holders who may come at any time."
"Combose a team that worries both the front and the back?" Raj smiled disdainfully.
"If you are worried, you can leave your back to the wall and face the attackers and teammates." Don't say it calmly.
"We are a team, Raj." Liang Yu repeated coldly.
"Well, the last question," Raje stretched out his index finger and asked, "What if we don't have or only met a few other ring holders within the specified time?"
The crowd was silent again, and the atmosphere was stiffer than before.
I haven't met enough ring holders... These people around me are also ring holders...
"Do you not invite women to participate in such an important thing?" Ziyue's voice suddenly came from the side. Four people looked at the source of the sound and saw Ziyue, Lanxin and Hongye coming from the stairs.
The three girls in the data are also ring holders.
"Or, are you planning to take our ring?" Hongye held his glasses and asked calmly.
"We are teammates." Liang Yu said calmly.
——————Split line————
During the afternoon class, Mo Dun kept staring at the blackboard in a daze.
In the team, Wen Feng is the only one who can really safely give his back to him. Mo Greeds a little hates this feeling of mutual dykes full of suspicion, suspicion and distrust, which is more uncomfortable than loneliness.
More importantly, Mo Gree always feels that he seems to have forgotten something important.
There seems to be a strange power hidden in the bracelet of his right hand. Mo Qian is very skilled in using the bracelet, but Mo Qian is full of doubts about the memory of "the bracelet he bought casually on the stall of the flea market", as well as the memory of the ring on his finger and the task of collecting rings to save his life. The ambiguity.
And about the others in the team, it seems that they both know each other and have a certain understanding of each other, but in Mo Gree's memory, he does not remember any intersection with anyone other than Wen Feng.
At this moment, not only Mo Gan, but also Liang Yu, who is sitting in front of Mo Gan, also has such doubts.
Why do you know a dark elf teenager? Why is there such a race in the world that should only exist in imagination and literature? What's more strange is why he is a little like a younger brother to himself. He can teach him so naturally, and he completely listens to himself?
What on earth have you forgotten...
While many ring holders are puzzled, three people standing at the top of many planes are watching all this at the headquarters of the Border Bureau.
"You did all this, didn't you?" Ren Jingyu asked when he looked at Murong Yu coldly.
"Do something wrong? What are you talking about?" Murong Yushi asked strangely.
"I don't remember that the rules say that participants will temporarily seal the key memory! Let them kill each other with their partners in mutual suspicion!" Ren Jingyu said loudly.
"I think you must have misunderstood," Murong Yushi said with a gentle smile, "I just hope that these newcomers can really take the exchange meeting seriously, and everyone can show all their strength... Moreover, any organization will not need this kind of scum, right?"
"But what you do is clearly that you want them to do it to your companions!" Ren Jingyu said loudly.
"Then we found another group of scum, why not?" Murong Yushi said lightly.
While the two were talking, Lei Wulong, who was sitting aside, remained silent and watched coldly.
"What do you think, Elder Lei Wulong?" Murong Yushi turned his eyes to Lei Wulong and asked.
"The smart guy doesn't look good in the end, kid." Lei Wulong said with some point.
"The teachings of the predecessors are kept in mind." Murong Yushi nodded respectfully and said.
"Hmm." Lei Wulong snorted disdainfully.
At the same time, on the top floor of a skyscraper.
While the death knight Gorha just looked down at the city, he looked at a hunter and another guardian behind him with the remnants of his eyes.
Even if the relationship between the three organizations is not at peace, the unfriendly atmosphere emanating from the two guys behind them is too strong.
It's like two cheetahs ready to go, waiting for an opportunity to catch prey at once.
Gorha's hand was placed on the hilt of the ice sword, and he was also ready to get out of the sheath.
Looking up at the sky, the sun has not yet suned into the horizon, and the moon and stars can't wait to occupy the sky.
"The purpose of these guys should be not just for the newcomers to kill each other..."