“Huh~”
In the No. 2 dormitory building of the Gaohai City Non-Security Bureau, Song Luo stretched, stood up and checked himself, feeling amazing.
Did I just enter the game in a virtual state?
Song Luo didn't expect that such a situation would happen.
But there was nothing too surprising. The challenge of the dungeon just now was just like the dream trial in the past, there was no difference.
"Your current mission rating is: B."
"Do you want to complete this dungeon? Or continue to challenge it within three days in exchange for a higher level evaluation."
Of course Song Luo would not choose to complete the copy. Who would tolerate the birth of a B-level rating?
Song Luo couldn't tolerate it anyway. If he had to get anything, he should get an A. A real man is born in this world, how can he be depressed and live with an A for a long time!
But not now, take a break and organize the information.
After the merman dies, their contracted followers will also die with the merman. If that's the case, then it's much simpler.
However, the key to completing this mission was meeting Su Bolan.
If it weren't for Subolan, where would he go to find the trace of the fishman?
However, Subolan's idea was not very good. He actually wanted to use the Murloc to fight against the White.
To be honest, if the indigenous people want to resist oppression, Song Luo will raise his hands to support them, but resistance is one thing, but what's the matter with you colluding with non-human aliens?
This kind of thing is unforgivable, even if he handed over some information about the murlocs.
However, Song Luo felt that he could still let his nephew go.
After all, there is nothing wrong with this nephew except that he knew the truth but did not report it and did not sacrifice his relatives for the sake of justice.
Of course, this is also a bad point, but it is much easier for him to choose between the two.
When they were chatting, they mentioned an 'Ancestral God' many times. Song Luo thought it would be better to leave a single offspring for that 'Ancestral God'. Who knows, this 'Ancestral God' might be useful someday.
Besides, Song Luo felt that the Australian Aboriginal uncle and nephew were somewhat pathetic and pitiful.
Although they are the masters of Australia, they act like outsiders. Even when they communicate with each other, they use Australian English.
Their own ethnic language has disappeared from the public's view.
Now that things have come to this, it’s better to keep a gentler one as the only child to prevent him from doing anything bad.
After closing the game, Song Luo moved his wrists and ankles and looked at the current time. It was probably around five in the afternoon.
It was also dinner time, so Song Luo went downstairs without thinking and prepared to go to the cafeteria of the Non-Security Bureau for a meal.
It is said that practitioners who have reached a certain level of practice can go without food.
However, for Song Luo, even if he has reached the state of abstaining from food, sometimes he still has to eat when he wants to.
Even gods and monsters have their own desires, let alone humans.
There were quite a lot of people at the Non-Security Bureau this evening, and the tables not far away began to be put together, as if they were celebrating something.
No way, sir, it shouldn’t be that cost-effective to have a meal together in the cafeteria, right?
Song Luo didn't know those people very well, so he just hid in the corner and ate quietly.
I ordered a bowl of pork trotter rice, a famous Cantonese dish, and ate it in silence.
In the Non-Security Bureau canteen, pork trotter rice sells very well and can be said to be a hit.
The reason is very simple. The word "pig's feet" sounds like "protagonist" in Chinese. Although it is "jiao" instead of "jue", who cares about that? Just make it auspicious and that's it. Who doesn't want to be the protagonist?
As for Song Luo's thoughts... he didn't have any ideas. He just saw the high sales volume and the cafeteria auntie's strong recommendation, so he ordered one.
The taste was okay. Song Luo didn’t have any other feelings. He was just a simple eater.
"Song Luo?!"
At this moment, a clear voice suddenly reached Song Luo's ears, attracting Song Luo's attention. He couldn't help but look up and look in the direction of the voice. It was Zhou Yuanting.
"Classmate Zhou."
Song Luo nodded, and his gaze shifted to Wang Ting standing next to Zhou Yuanting: "And... Director Wang, long time no see..."
Wang Ting's eyes were calm: "We just met this morning."
"Really? That's quite a coincidence."
Song Luo smiled and changed the subject: "Are you guys coming here to eat too?"
"yes."
Zhou Yuanting nodded and smiled slightly. Her two canine teeth were quite cute. "Today is the farewell banquet for those colleagues who have been transferred to other positions in the Non-Security Bureau."
"I see."
Song Luo nodded and asked curiously, "You're not from the Non-Security Bureau, so why are you here? Also, who's hosting this graduating party? If you're so stingy, why not just book a restaurant?"
After saying that, Zhou Yuanting stopped talking.
Song Luo:?
Seeing this strange scene, Song Luo couldn't help but feel very surprised. He immediately looked at Wang Ting. Wang Ting was very calm and said directly: "I suggested eating in the cafeteria."
Ah, that's okay.
It's indeed a bit embarrassing to complain about someone in front of them.
After that, Wang Ting said as a matter of course: "Yuan Ting is my cousin's child, so naturally I have to take good care of her."
Is there such a thing?
Song Luo didn't know about this, but it seemed normal. It turned out that they were relatives. No wonder Zhou Yuanting was always there wherever Wang Ting went.
"Since we're here, Team Leader Song, why don't you come with us?"
Wang Ting activated one of the four famous lines of her skill, 'Since I'm Here'.
It's not easy since we're here, the children are still young, and it's the New Year.
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