Everyone looked at the expression of the sixth tasker with a good time, and Fenghe Jiayin spit out two words from the red lips: "Panic."

The boy subconsciously glanced at Feng Hejia, his brows and eyes were gloomy and violent, and his maliciousness was more intense and obvious than the strange and uncomfortable feeling that Xiangnu gave.

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 didn't say you two knew each other, we just thought it was a coincidence that you looked alike."

The young man didn't speak, his brows 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's body, he couldn't help lowering his eyes to avoid him. 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, and the young man obviously knows Xiang Slave, so Xiang Slave should also know this young man.

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

It was 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 pain.

Xiang Nu 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 boy doesn't really know him, he can ignore this sentence.

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 if Xiangnu heard it wrong, but now everyone can confirm that this young man really knows Xiangnu.

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, stop standing at the door, come in and do it, by the way, introduce yourself."

The boy stood on his toes and kept turning on the ground, his expression 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 don't know that Xiangnu's words touched the switch, and the young man suddenly withdrew his gaze 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 for a moment, lowered his head and slowly sat down on the sofa.

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 two taskers who came in last, the middle-aged Fatty White 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: "Sir, 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 wasn't 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 bowed clenched the clothes on his chest, his chest heaving 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 was solidified, 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 cards with black stripes, the cards solidified, she held onto the two cards hesitantly and said, "These two cards belong to my sister Wang Qiaoqiao and I, but we don't know exactly how the two cards are divided. of."

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

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

The teenager stared straight at the cards when a few people were dividing the cards, his eyes widened, and his mood that was not very calm became more chaotic after seeing the cards.

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, and 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, stretched 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 teenager bit his lower lip slightly, took the card with the blue clown pattern without saying a word, and slumped on the sofa.

"Name." Xiangnu urged.

"My name is..." The boy'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 Li Xiang gave her a stern look.

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

In the end, there were the middle-aged Fatty White and the little Fatty. The middle-aged Fatty White looked at the remaining card, sweating nervously on his head: "This, this, there are two more people, why is there only one left? card."

Feng and Jia Qing tutted: "It's an interesting question, so, which of the two of you is directly a non-tasker?"

The middle-aged Fatty Bai moved to the side in an instant, pointed to the little fat man beside him and said, "Don't tell me, it must be this little fat man, he looks like he is only in his teens? I have never seen it in the mission world. Such a small child, he must have a problem."

The little fat man defended: "You haven't seen it doesn't mean you haven't. Besides, she's not much older!"

The little fat man pointed at Wang Zhihui, and argued clearly with the middle-aged fat man.

The middle-aged fat white opened his hand to show everyone the red mole on his hand: "I have a systematic branding mark!"

Not to be outdone, the little fat man said, "I have it too!"

The sweat on the middle-aged Fatty White's head suddenly increased. Ren Weiliang glanced at him and couldn't help asking, "Why are you sweating all the time?"

The little fat man sneered and said: "I'm afraid I'm guilty, so I'll be frightened."

The middle-aged Fatty White gave him a stern look: "I'm weak in body, not in conscience, 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 tasker!"

He pointed his hand to the slave and said loudly: "I have done missions with him before, and 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 Fatty Bai was in a hurry, and said to the slave: "Brother, are you serious? I am the tasker, 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 when she saw Xiangnu testifying for Qingfeng, she didn't hold back, and mocked: "Before you testify for others, you can't say anything about yourself."

Xiangnu's eyes narrowed a little and he didn't speak, but Li Xiang immediately regretted seeing his expression, her face and body froze.

Fenghe Jia pointed his chin and said, "Lixiang, are you doubting the identity of the slave? I'm sorry, I can also prove that the identity of the slave is fine. We have done missions together before."

Li Xiang was stunned, her stiff expression suddenly relieved a lot, and then she glanced at Xiang Nu, no longer as frightened as before.

Wang Qiaoqiao scratched his 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 fake name?"

Li Xiang looked a little uncomfortable.

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