Everyone looked at the expression of the sixth tasker in a good mood. Fenghe Jiayin's red lips spit out two words: "Panic." The

boy subconsciously glanced at Fenghejia, his eyebrows were gloomy and violent, compared to Xiangnu's. The strange and uncomfortable feeling that gives people, his maliciousness is more intense and obvious.

However, he quickly adjusted his expression, looked at Xiangnu pretending to be calm, and said with a smile: "We are a bit alike...but maybe it's just a coincidence, I don't know this person."

Wang Qiaoqiao muttered: "We I didn't say that the two of you knew each other, I just thought it was a coincidence that you looked alike." The

young man didn't say a word, his eyebrows squinted and looked extremely indifferent.

But after he saw Xiangnu's face clearly, he never saw Xiangnu's face again. Whenever his eyes were about to fall on Xiangnu, his eyes couldn't help lowering to avoid Xiangnu's body. open.

This boy has a ghost.

He and Xiangnu may know each other.

These two thoughts flickered through everyone's hearts, and then they cast their inquiring eyes on Xiangnu.

When they think about it, Xiang Slave is so similar to the young man, the young man obviously knows Xiang Slave, so Xiang Slave should also know this young man.

Only Feng Hejia knew that Xiangnu was blind before, and he may have really known this young man, but he looked at the young man's face, but he might not be able to replace him with the people he knew.

It is true that Xiangnu couldn't recognize the young man, but the young man's appearance reminded him of a person... a person who just thought of it, made his internal organs aching like heart-wrenching.

Xiangnu blinked, put his hand on the sofa and held his chin, and said, "Your voice sounds familiar to me."

In fact, that's what he said. If the young man really doesn't know him, he can ignore this paragraph. talk.

The truth is, the boy's face changed in an instant, and when he spoke again, his voice became a little shrill, as if he was deliberately pinching his throat, and it sounded very contrived.

The boy squeezed his throat and loudly refuted: "I said I don't know you, you heard it wrong!"

We don't know whether Xiangnu heard it wrong, but now everyone can confirm that this boy really knows Slave.

Xiangnu smiled coldly, and the young man's shoulders shook instantly and shrank back. Xiangnu

glanced at him coldly, and said softly: "Just take it as my mistake, don't stand at the door, come in and do it, by the way, introduce yourself."

Turning on the ground, his expression was full of resistance, and his eyes drifted out of the door from time to time.

Xiangnu didn't rush, just stared at him with faint eyes.

The last missionary arrived soon after... but there were two people who appeared together, a fat middle-aged man, and a fat little boy.

They entered the villa together holding hands, and everyone looked at the cards on the table after seeing the two of them.

The last card on the table was lit, but there was no second card. When everyone saw this, their expressions changed.

After the last two taskers appeared, Bai Wu invaded from outside the villa without knowing it, and the two who came in later couldn't help but stop at the door because they saw that the boy didn't go into the villa.

At this moment, Bai Wu stained the hem of the boy's clothes, and with a light screeching sound, a hole was burned in his clothes and the skin under the clothes.

The teenager and the two taskers next to him hurriedly avoided Bai Wu and walked into the living room in panic. Bai Wu did not catch up this time, and wandered around the door before slowly dispersing.

Xiang Nu walked slowly to the side of the young man. The young man deliberately opened his face and wanted to take a step back, but his wrist, which was burned by the white mist, was grabbed by Xiang Nu.

Xiangnu's fingers caressed the young man's burnt skin, and pressed his fingers deeply along the wound from an angle that others couldn't see, stirring the tender flesh and bones inside.

The young man bit his lip, raised his dull eyes, stared at Xiangnu, Xiangnu looked at him, the movements on his fingers became more and more forceful, and the young man's face was pulled into a ball because of the pain. .

Xiangnu whispered in his ear: "Why are you staring at me all the time, to show that you have a pair of eyes that you can see?"

I didn't know that Xiangnu's words touched the switch, and the boy suddenly withdrew his eyes like an electric shock.

Xiangnu smiled slightly, regained his calm appearance, took out his fingers from the youth's fuzzy flesh and blood, and stroked lightly on his white shirt, leaving a few dark red bloodstains.

Xiangnu pushed the boy to the sofa, and said coldly, "Sit down." The

boy shook a little and slowly sat down on the sofa with his head down.

It was okay to meet Hejia, but Wang Qiaoqiao and Wang Zhihui glanced at Xiangnu with some fear, pursing their lips and didn't dare to say a word.

Feng Hejia clapped her hands lightly with a shallow smile, and after attracting everyone's attention, she said, "Okay, all the missionaries should be here, and those who are not missionaries should also be here, let's start with each other. Let me introduce you."

Among the last two taskers who came in, the middle-aged white fat man said a little uncomfortable: "What did this lady say, what is it that is not a tasker, and it's here..."

Feng Hejia smiled strangely : "This gentleman, you will understand soon."

After the teenager, there was only one card left, but two people came in. There must be something in it that is not a person.

But since the one with the card is not a quest person, Feng Hejia can't tell the identities of the last two people.

But these are not important to her, because Feng Hejia's task is not to pass the customs, but other people will not know this.

The middle-aged white fat man smiled uncomfortably, barely stabilizing his expression.

But because of his abnormal performance, Wang Qiaoqiao, Wang Zhihui, and the middle-aged man had unconsciously guarded him.

Starting from Xiangnu, he said, "My name is Xiangnu."

The boy with his head lowered clenched the clothes on his chest, his chest rising and falling a little more violently.

Xiangnu glanced at everyone, and pressed his finger on the card with the red rose pattern on the table: "This is me." The

card solidified, and was picked up by Xiangnu and put into his chest pocket.

Next is the big king, who is introduced by Wang Qiaoqiao: "My name is Wang Qiaoqiao, her name is Wang Zhihui..."

Wang Zhihui touched the two black-patterned cards, the cards solidified, she grabbed the two cards and hesitated: "These two cards The card belongs to my sister Wang Qiaoqiao and I, but we don't know how the two cards are divided."

"If you can't tell the difference, you two should keep it first." Feng Hejia said lightly, "My name is Fenghe. Jia."

She took the card with white stripes on a black background and shook it: "This is me, the conductor or the flight attendant." The

boy stared straight at the cards when they were splitting the cards, his eyes widened. The mood that was not very calm became even more chaotic after seeing the card.

He secretly glanced at Xiangnu, the beautiful young man who did not look like a real person was leaning on the sofa, his gaze was gloomy.

Next was the middle-aged man, who said, "My name is Ren Weiliang, that black card is mine, I'm... uh, the driver?"

Ren Weiliang picked up the card opposite Feng Hejia and looked at her hesitantly.

Next came the teenager. He did not introduce himself immediately, but stared at the two remaining cards, the one on the left with a blue clown pattern, and the one on the lower right with a yellow ingot pattern on it. .

He raised his hand tremblingly and stretched it out to the card with the yellow ingot pattern. Xiangnu held his hand, looked straight at him, and smiled slightly: "That one is yours." The

young man bit him slightly. With his lower lip, he took the card with the blue clown pattern without saying a word, and slumped on the sofa.

"Name." Xiangnu urged.

"My name is..." The young man's throat was still pinched, and it sounded a bit harsh: "...Li Xiang."

"Xiang? Or Xiang? Xiang sounds like a girl's name." Wang Qiaoqiao said, and then was slapped by Li Xiang. Glanced.

Wang Qiaoqiao said uncomfortably: "Fragrant is fragrant, why are you staring at me, the eyes are so scary."

Finally, there were the middle-aged fat man and the little fat man. The middle-aged fat man looked at the remaining card, his head nervously. Shangzhi was sweating: "This, this, there are still two people, why is there only one card left?"

Feng and Jia Qing tutted: "It's an interesting question, so, which of the two of you is right or wrong? Where 's the guy?" The

middle-aged Fatty White moved to the side instantly, pointed at the little fat man next to him, and said, "Does it need to be said, it must be this little fat man, he looks like he's only in his teens? I've never been tasked again. If you have seen such a small child in the world, there must be something wrong with him." The little fat man defended

: "You haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't, and besides, she's not much older!"

The middle-aged white fat man argued.

The middle-aged Fatty White opened his hand to show everyone the red mole on his hand: "I have a systematic branding mark!" The little Fatty said not to be outdone

: "I have it too!" After more, Ren Weiliang

glanced at him and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you sweating all the time? " One glance: "I'm weak, not guilty, don't talk nonsense, you dead child!" The little fat man rolled his eyes at him and used his trump card: "I have witnesses to prove that I am the task person! " Said: "I have done missions with him before, he can prove it for me!"

Xiangnu glanced at the little fat man, nodded and said, "I do know him, and I can prove it for him." The

middle-aged fat man became anxious, and said to Xiangnu, "Brother, are you serious? I am the tasker. Ah, don't be deceived by this little fat man!" The

little fat man said unhappily, "My name is Qingfeng, you call my name, don't you know how to be polite?"

Li Xiang wanted to keep silent, but Seeing Xiangnu testify on behalf of Qingfeng, he didn't hold back, and mocked: "Before you testify for others, you can't say anything about yourself."

Xiangnu narrowed her eyes and didn't speak, but Li Xiang was seeing him Immediately after the expression, he regretted it, and his face and body froze.

Fenghe Jia pointed his chin and said, "Li Xiang, are you doubting the identity of Xiang Slave? I'm sorry, I can also prove that Xiang Slave's identity is no problem. We have done missions together before."

Li Xiang was stunned Stopped, the stiff expression suddenly eased a lot, and then he glanced at Xiangnu, no longer as scared as before.

Wang Qiaoqiao scratched her head and continued, "Actually, Feng Hejia and I also know each other, but wasn't your name Ren Jia before... Are you still using a false name?"

Li Xiang looked a little uncomfortable.

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