Infinite Throne

   Chapter 1119 [Xi's invitation letter]

   [The administrator applies for temporary permission to access the 'source database'. 】

   [The administrator has applied for the temporary permission to "develop the attacking posture of Sileland". 】

  【The administrator has applied for the temporary permission to "Expand the Assault Stance of Hiland". 】

   [The administrator applied for the temporary permission to "expand the ultimate form of Hiland". 】

   [The administrator has applied for partial permission to "tamper with the core database of Sileland". 】

   Yi Rin typed out a large number of applications to the boss in one go. After finishing, he looked at Xiaoxi's back wrapped in the quilt and said softly, "Please approve."

  Xiaoxi was silent.

  Irin smiled: "Progress always comes with sacrifice, you don't have to ask me whether I will blow up the ship or not. No matter how many times, I will still answer: Hell, I have been there long ago."

  【The temporary permission of "Expand the Offensive Stance of Hiland", the application is approved. 】

  【The temporary permission of "Expand the Assault Stance of Hiland", the application is approved. 】

  【Partial permission of "tampering with the core database of Hiland", the application is approved, and the upper limit of the offset is 10%. 】

  【The temporary permission of "Expand the ultimate form of Xi Paradise", the application is rejected. 】

   [Elevation of authority is not easy, and it is used and cherished. 】

   Some passed and some rejected.

   Well, it's normal.

The normal method of    negotiation is to mix a bunch of normal requests with outrageous ones that are visible to the naked eye, so as to reduce the boss's expectations.

   For example, when an employee asks for a raise, he asks in blood.

  【A. The monthly salary is 100,000. 】

  【B, with ten secretaries. 】

  【C, 600 square villa with garden and swimming pool. 】

  【D. Resign. 】

  【Single-choice question, please choose your boss. 】

  Look, isn't it easy for this boss to make a choice?

  …

"clear."

   When Yi Rin was about to leave, he looked back at Xiaoxi, he sighed softly, and quickly lifted Xiaoxi's quilt with super-fast hands. Xiaoxi cried out, Yi Rin picked Xiaoxi up, and then he noticed that Xiaoxi's eyebrows were tightly twisted, looking like she wanted to cry but couldn't cry.

   Hug, hold high, hold high again.

  Irin put Xiaoxi back on the bed, and reached out to smooth Xiaoxi's brow: "What you don't want to do, I'll do it."

"Um."

  Xiaoxi nodded.

   "By the way, Xiao Wu asked me to say hello to you."

   When Xiaoxi heard this, she quickly rolled herself into the bed and made a vague voice: "I'm fine!"

   "By the way, I actually wanted to ask, your relationship with Xiao Wu..."

  Xiaoxi didn't seem to hear, and snored through the bed.

  Irin saw this, stepped forward, and touched the obvious bulge through the fragrant pink quilt—it should be the head of the goddess. Kneaded, soft and a little hard. Yi Rin thought thoughtfully: "Then, ask again next time."

   Well~ This is the gentleness of the administrator to the boss.

  …

  …

   Leave Qingcheng.

  Irin pinched and calculated.

   He thought about it and came to the capital.

  Mo House.

  Mo Rendi is practicing boxing, and Bai Huahua's hair is as silver as silk. I saw him swept across with a fist, and the yellow leaves, under the influence of the fist wind, were wrapped around Mo Rendi's side, like armor. When Mo Rendi calmed down, the leaves all over the sky landed leisurely, and a smooth circle was spread out with Mo Rendi's center.

  Irin watched for half an hour before quietly landing.

   "Yeah, come here. Just in time!"

   Mo Rendi beckoned to Yi Rin: "Come and have a drink with this old man."

  Irin raised her head, looked at the sky, and wondered, "But it's still daytime?"

   "What's wrong with the day? When it comes to drinking wine, life is geometric."

"Fine."

  Molly is not at home recently, so I don’t know what to do in the lab. This is so bitter that Mo Rendi has a frowning face all day long. He wants to find someone to beat up but can't find it, and he has a lot of worries. He moved a coffee table and placed the sealed old wine. After two or three cups, Mo Rendi began to complain:

   "I'll tell you quietly, my granddaughter, Mo Mengmeng, seems to be remembered."

Um?

  Irin paused calmly, then asked, "There shouldn't be anything."

"The old man hasn't mentioned it yet! How do you know?" Mo Rendi was taken aback, the old friend's firm tone made Mo Rendi feel a little weird, but he continued: "Don't say it, the old man's eyes are I didn't miss anyone, my good granddaughter seems to be a little interested in a new guy in our special group. The old man is thinking about whether to suppress it or not. "

   Yi Rin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What age is this? The freedom of love was achieved hundreds of years ago, okay?"

   "Hey? Look at what you said," Mo Rendi suffocated the wine in his glass: "This old man has worked so hard to raise Mengmeng, and this tender cabbage can't be humiliated by pigs!"

  Irin's mouth twitched.

  Although this is unwarranted, Yi Rin knows who the "boy" Mo Rendi is talking about. This kind of feeling of being pointed at the nose and scolding "pig" in front of him certainly sounded uncomfortable, but he didn't feel embarrassed to refute it. Isn't this a self-destructing truck?

   The two had a drink under the tree in front of the flowers. After three rounds of drinking, the two of them didn't feel that the wine was getting stronger, but the more they drank, the more sober they became.

   "You said just now that you came just right, isn't it just for this little thing?"

Mo Rendi's beard kept staring at Yi Rin: "A trivial matter? Bah, this is a major event in Mengmeng's life! Why is it such a trivial matter? In other words, you are Mengmeng's uncle, why don't you worry about this old man? "

Worry?

   I'm so worried about shit.

  Irin touched her nose.

in silence.

   "But you're right," Mo Rendi said with a snarky expression just now, and suddenly became a little more melancholy: "Today, I just want to have a few sips."

   "Why?"

   "The deceased passed away, the old man is just a little mourning."

   "When did it happen?"

   "Last month."

"Who?"

"Yingdao's first swordsman, Miyamoto Xianyi, is also the master of Oda Mai. The old man beat him back then. However, in terms of swordsmanship, except for Ying Xiake, who is comparable to him, he can be called the third in the world in my heart. ."

"third?"

"Hey, I'm afraid you don't know, when the old man was young, he accidentally beat that old boy Ying Xia with a sword, and beat him to tears." Mo Rendi boasted about the cow back then in the most indifferent tone. Forcing the past, there was a little more smile on his face: "Later, the old man felt that practicing swords was boring, so it would be better to practice boxing to get a headache, so I put it on hold."

   Ever since he knew that Mo Rendi was the "Saint" set by Xiaoxi, no matter what Mo Rendi said, Yiren felt that there was no surprise at all. He drank the wine silently, reconciling from time to time, as if he had something on his mind.

  Mo Rendi continued to brag, saying that he was actually proficient in all eight kinds of martial arts, but he felt it was boring, and finally practiced boxing, and boxing to the flesh.

   After blowing for about half an hour, Mo Rendi's face turned slightly red and he sighed: "Time is not forgiving."

  Always, he was still lamenting the passing of his old friend.

"Mo Rendi," Yi Rin, who had been silent for a long time, called Mo Rendi's full name again after many years. He was very solemn. He raised his glass to Mo Rendi and stared at Lao Mo's cloudy eyes, word for word. "Do you believe in gods?"

  【Zizzizi—】

   The moment Yilin asked this sentence, the sky and the earth clearly did not change color, but the surrounding wind, birds chirping, cicadas chirping, leaves moving, all sounds stopped suddenly.

   In front of Mo Rendi, a pure white envelope, sealed completely, slowly rotated between Yilin and Mo Rendi.

  Mo Rendi's expression froze, he looked at the envelope spinning in front of him, frowned, and asked, "Brother, who are you?"

"As the leader of the special team, you should be very clear about what kind of existence 'they' are. Lao Mo, I told you a long time ago that the enemy we will face in the future is likely to be more than that. 'Four' is as simple as that."

   "Back then, you said that you would slaughter gods with me, a mere god."

  The envelope spinning in the void is the [Invitation Letter].

   is a prop that has only existed in legends, but no one has ever seen it with his own eyes.

   But in fact, after checking the [Voyage Log], Irin learned that the [Invitation Letter] had appeared before, but the [Invitation Letter] could not be obtained by any conventional means. This is like the [invitation letter] that Wu Lulu threw to Yi Rin in **** back then. It represents "qualification", and only "superior people" can give it in person. Administrators can't get it out until they get access to the third-tier database. But now, he's done.

  The permission dog can of course do whatever he wants.

  Although in this closed loop, [Invitation Letter] never appeared. However, in the calculation of the artifact again and again, Xiaoxi once gave an [invitation letter], which led to this "legend", which was inadvertently read by the "prophet" and circulated in the circle.

   "This is an 'invitation letter', tear open the envelope, press your finger, and you can regain your 'qualification'."

  Irin smiled.

  Mo Rendixu paid attention, he knew that this was a kindness from an old friend. Therefore, Mo Rendi did not refuse. After he solemnly accepted the [invitation letter] with both hands, he did not open the finger touch immediately, but said with a smile, "Old man, think about it."

  Irin nodded, he knew Mo Rendi too well. He didn't know it before, but in the past ten years, he and Mo Rendi have become friends of Mo Ni, and he is very clear about Mo Ren Di's character and pursuit.

What Mo Rendi pursues is pure "the way of the warrior". To put it bluntly, it is a bit old-fashioned. Yi Rin doesn't know that there are already thousands of "artifact files" led by Mo Rendi in the artifact. Xiaoxi I have tried this way for a long time, but in the end, it all ended in failure. Yi Rin can't tell now whether his decision is a blessing or a curse, but from the perspective of an "old friend", it is impossible for him to watch Mo Rendi grow old.

   "Besides, Mo, there is one thing I have to remind you."

  【Zizzizi…】

"What?"

"betray."

   As soon as Irin uttered the words, she felt her head buzzing, which was a warning from the navigator. Although the operation logic of the navigator has given the administrator great tolerance. However, as an existence like the "will of the world", the administrator's primary operating logic is to maintain the normal operation of "true and unique". At present, "distortion" and "correction" can still be used when the monitor's eye of insight has not been fully restored. Barely maintaining a state of balance, the navigator immediately issued a warning for the slight misconduct of the administrator.

  Irin rubbed between his brows, the administrator's warning was like hitting him on the head with an artifact hammer, which was extremely painful.

   Mo Rendi read the suppressed pain on Yi Rin's expression, and nodded after a moment of contemplation.

   He quickly changed the subject.

   "Oh yes, brother Yilin, I have something to do, I've been wanting to ask but haven't found a chance."

   Mo Rendi suddenly shouted.

  【Zizzizi…】

   "Huh? What's the matter?"

   The administrator was rubbing Chi Chi's aching head when he heard someone call him, and the honest man answered honestly.

   "Fuck! As expected, you are a shameless, disrespectful, no big or small old boy who cares about my good granddaughter~ I'll take my life!!"

  Mo Rendi was furious, slapped the table, avoided the wine, and scuffled with the administrator.

  Mo House,

  The earth shook.

   Recommended book shortage.

   (end of this chapter)