"Miss Nan, Brother Ye, Brother Wu, Old Eagle, Captain Han..." Zhou Ling was very enthusiastic and began to greet everyone in a tactful way.
The Eagle was dissatisfied with his behavior of calling him by his name: "Why are you being so polite? Now you start calling me by my name?"
"So, should I call you from now on? Brother or Brother Ying?" Zhou Ling was a little uncertain.
When everyone heard these two second-year nicknames, they all started trying hard to hold back their laughter.
But Eagle's face turned completely black, and he asked this question himself.
"Zhou Ling, both of your sides are missing half of their psychics. Are they staying in the base or are there other reasons?" Nan Muran ignored their conversation and asked directly in a cold voice.
Zhou Ling smiled at the depressed old eagle, then took a step forward and stood on Nan Muran's left hand side: "They split into two groups, so I also sent some people to follow the other group."
"It seems that there are other plans, and we may gain more." Si Ye looked at the actions of Chen Shuhan and his group with a cold tone.
"Then, let's not touch them first and just follow them?" Nan Muran made a quick decision.
Fruit tree: But, there are still my fruits.
Nan Muran looked coldly at the tree man beside her: "The distance between the two sides is so close, can't you handle it by yourself?"
Damn, where’s the level 7 mutant tree? It can’t even reach a distance of less than 100 meters. Is it so useless?
He is not even as good as Xiao Liu, the cute one, and even worse than Xiao Bai who is at the peak of level five.
Fruit tree: It’s not that I can’t, I just want some vitality.
Nan Muran was disdainful. She hated people who started bargaining when asked to do something. "Stop talking nonsense. Either you just die, or listen to my orders and bring the fruit to me."
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