Release that Witch

When the master of the drama retired, Barov immediately got together, and the eagerness and unfortunate feelings were beyond words. "Why, why don't you agree to his request? That is synonymous with the Grey House drama, and other troupes can't ask for it! I It’s not that the Star Flower Troupe is not good, but when it comes to fame, Ms. Mey is always worse. If you let Kajin Fez join in, Star Flower is the deserved kingdom’s first troupe! Even if he doesn’t know anything about the shadow, The name of Kajin can bring together a large group of actors, and the troupe does not have to worry about the shortage of staff."

Roland gave him a blank look. "Don't you have heard of it, the more easy it is to get rid of it?"

"Oh..." The boss can't help but see, "Please forgive the ignorant, which person or book did you say?"

"I said." Roland pretended to be a serious man. "This is human nature, understand? He has been attracted by the shadows, saying that everything will stay in the winter city. If so, a difficult assessment is more natural than direct Promising to impress him even more, and even grateful for the opportunity I gave, and vice versa would make the other side take it for granted. This is the difference between the two."

He paused a little. "Why, Mey can only be a disciple in front of Kajin. The star flower troupe with the master of drama can also call the star flower. It is not a big problem to participate in the magic film shooting. Outside the group, it can also give some pressure to those younger generations."

"You...just said." Barov hesitated, "but it’s a matter of making a wolf"

"Nothing is good," Roland said. "That's his own choice. I want to see it too. I can do this on the card. I can finally arrange a drama. Then, you I am worried about others here, I have finished the statistical work that I have given you, and I will do it quickly!"

"Yes, your majesty... Chen retired!" Barov quickly bowed his head and turned and left the living room.

"You are more and more like a king, and Wimbledon kneels down." The nightingale appeared from behind and squinted.

"Ah, haha... I won the prize," Roland suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart. He hadn’t heard the other person’s honorific words for a long time. "With our relationship, you don't have to use such a formal name..."

"But how do I feel that it is not so good to be too close?" The nightingale embraced the chest. "The more easily you get, the less you will cherish it." This is your idea. It seems that I usually have to pay attention to it, I can't be too good for you. Also have to remind Anna, don't let someone be too proud. ”

Roland felt cold sweat on his forehead. "Oh, that person is a man, the shadow is a shadow, the two are not the same thing! And this is not what I said first."

"But you agree," the nightingale whispered. "The magic of the chest tells me that there is at least a five-fifth percent credibility."

Now that the ability to distinguish lies is accurate to one decimal place, Roland wipes his forehead, etc... chest? He remembers that Ai Gesha said that although the witch's magic will show the shape of a cyclone under observation, it is not an entity, and it does not really gather in a group, but flows in every corner of the body.

"Have you really used it?" Roland questioned.

"Oh," the nightingale laughed. "It seems to have been discovered by you. But the words are really spoken by you. If you let other sisters hear it, will you feel that you are being taken for granted?" Treated? ”

"Five bottles of chaotic drinks." Roland launched a buying strategy.

"Ten bottles, the tastes are different." The night licked his lips.

"Too much will make others doubt..."

"What do you suspect?"

"Oh, I mean people feel unfair."

"Reassure, as long as I want to hide something, no one can find it."

"Eight bottles, if it's too easy to get, it will be"

"Ok?"

"No, nothing, I will consider it again..."

......

In the end, Roland signed the “unequal clause” at the cost of ten bottles of chaotic drinks.

Looking at the victorious, holding the little fish and chewing the nightingale, he shook his head in a dumbfounding.

By the evening, Barov counted the list of all the visitors. "I compared the records of the family and the transfer contract with Ms. Book, and determined the first batch of candidates to the fertile plains according to the principle of the former. More than 600 people." He reported on the phone, "The relevant visits are also being worked out. If it is successful, they will be able to leave in two days."

"Very good," Roland felt sincerely satisfied with the operational efficiency of the Executive Office. It is the chief minister who he has cultivated. "I will implement it as soon as possible."

"Yes! It’s just a majesty. One of the workers registered is a witch."

"Witch?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, the name of the worker is Snake, from the Long Song District, which was originally a Black Street Mouse; the Witch is a Miss White Paper."

White paper? Roland suddenly thought about it. When Pei Luo sent her over, she did mention her identity and a small dispute that she happened to meet. Is this person her former companion?

"Is it neglected?" Probably because he had not spoken, Barov asked. "After all, Miss White has nothing to do with life in the past."

Roland interrupted his thoughts. "Of course not. She said goodbye to the mouse career, not to the past companions. Don't forget, the key to radically eliminating rats is to transform them. No matter what identity they used to be, they should not look at each other. ""

The former black street mouse, the current expedition worker... He raised his mouth slightly. In terms of time, the two have been two years apart, and it is very likely that they will become even what they are. Even so, the companion still wrote the name of the other party on the handover contract, which is really not bad.

"I will inform the white paper," Roland finally ordered. "The rest will be implemented as planned."

"If you wish, kneel down."

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On the open space southwest of Tower One, the First Army is holding a simple funeral.

Nearly three hundred white tombstones are neatly arranged in the Yingying grassland, which is solemn and orderly. Although there is nothing buried under the stone tablet, everyone is standing up, as if the comrades who have passed away are standing in front of them.

"There are sleeping brave people who sacrificed to defend Tower One."

"In the face of fierce and terrible enemies, they have not stepped back."

"Because they know that the Grey Fort is behind."

"They are both the sword of the Majesty and the high wall of the people of the kingdom."

"Their names will always be remembered by us."

"Their will also be inherited by us."

"For the king to kneel, for the gray castle kingdom."

"salute!"

Under the leadership of the iron axe, everyone raised their right hand with a brush, and said goodbye to the military ceremony.

Lightning sneaked down on a barracks.

In the front row, she saw a familiar figure.

The driver of the Heihe.