"Three, three people, and I'm included?”
Liu Zimo exclaimed.
According to his understanding, the team in the Demon Slayers Bureau was formed by five people. Other than the technical analysis, the other four were the main members.
A team of three…
"Our team has just been established, and I have requirements for the strength and quality of the members.”
"I don't want those people who make up the numbers.”
The little loli raised her head proudly with her hands on her hips.
This was true. If there was someone like Huang Qi in the team, Liu Zimo felt that it would be better to act alone.
"Alright, then as the captain, your strength and talent must be very powerful, right?”
Liu Zimo asked.
Lan smiled with narrowed eyes and nodded proudly.
"Of course. I have a rare talent.”
"I can use my own fat to create items, be it food, drink, or all kinds of weapons.”
"Isn't it very powerful?"
She looked at Liu Zimo and smiled as if she was waiting for Liu Zimo's praise.
"Yes, you're indeed very powerful. You can eat and drink. Can you conjure a bottle of iced coke?”
He had eaten too much meat just now, and he was a little flustered.
At the same time, he wanted to see if what this little girl said was true.
"Cola?"
Lan pouted and shook her head regretfully.
"I can create items without a formula.”
There had to be a formula?
Liu Zimo thought that she could change even if she said her name.
"Then give me a glass of orange juice."
"I can do this."
Lan could not wait to demonstrate it in front of Liu Zimo.
Hmm?
Liu Zimo felt a ball of spirit energy gathering in Lan's palm.
The spiritual energy she released was very gentle, unlike Huang Qi's manic nature.
Rank 5!
He was very sensitive to Lan's strength.
Such a little girl actually had the strength of a Rank 5.
It seemed that the so-called genius members of the Dragon Team lived up to their names.
The spiritual power began to disintegrate and reorganize in her hands, changing the structure of the air, as if it was the genetic reorganization of something.
Soon, a glass appeared in her hand, and an orange liquid appeared in the glass.
"Here, it's done."
She smiled and handed the orange juice to Liu Zimo.
"It really is orange juice."
Liu Zimo sniffed it and took a sip. He smacked his lips to feel it before drinking it all in one gulp.
"Hmm, not bad. This ability of yours is very powerful.”
Liu Zimo could not help but praise.
Lan put her hands on her hips and nodded with a smile."Of course."
Her angry body trembled slightly.
Liu Zimo suddenly pondered for a moment and said.
"The items you make consume your fat.”
" Then, the orange juice that I'm drinking, doesn't that mean…"
Liu Zimo's gaze seemed to be pointing at something. Lan followed his gaze and lowered her head.
"Liu Zimo!"
Lan scolded angrily. Her pretty face was flushed red. It was unknown whether she was embarrassed or angry.
Liu Zimo was just about to apologize.
Lan's little fist was already coming over.
This was the little devil.
She looked docile on the surface, but her temper was definitely an existence that no one in the Demon Slayer Bureau dared to provoke.
Liu Zimo teased him openly.
Of course Lan was angry.
A few consecutive punches came over.
Liu Zimo dodged left and right, causing her fists to hit the air repeatedly.
The surrounding people could not help but exclaim.
"As expected of the Blood Monk. He even dared to provoke the little demoness.”
"That's right, that's right. This is an awesome person.”
"But why do I feel like the little witch is also playing?”
"Well, that's true. If she's really angry, this canteen will definitely be finished.”
"However, the Blood Monk is indeed very strong. The little demoness couldn't even touch him.”
"In my opinion, it's a good thing that the Blood Monk joined the little witch's team. Otherwise, if he joined other teams, those teams wouldn't be able to accommodate him.”
"That's true. Other than the little demoness, who would dare to accept him?”
"In that case, the little devil and the blood monk are quite a couple.”
"Eh, isn't he a monk?"
"Have you ever seen a monk who drinks wine and eats meat?”
"Ji Gong."
"Get lost!"
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After the little witch's fists missed countless times, she finally gave up.
She bent over and panted heavily.
Liu Zimo put his palms together and chanted,""Amitabha."
"Female benefactor, calm down, calm down. It was just a slip of the tongue.”
"Humph."
Lan's cheeks flushed red as she snorted and turned her head away.
He did not believe Liu Zimo's explanation at all.
"I'm a monk. I definitely have no intention of taking advantage of you.”
Liu Zimo pretended to be innocent.
Lan's heart wavered when she saw this, but she quickly shook her head and said coquettishly,
"You're a fake monk who drinks and eats meat, not a monk.”
"Amitabha, I didn't mean to do that.”
"Really?"
" It's true. It's more real than diamonds."
Lan bit her pink lips and pondered for a moment before believing Liu Zimo's words.
Liu Zimo's innocent look was indeed very convincing.
"Alright, then I forgive you."
Lan nodded and let this matter go.
Liu Zimo was secretly delighted. Were young ladies so easy to deceive nowadays?
Speaking of which, Lan looked so young and pretty, so she had a lot of capital.
At least a C. No, it was probably a D.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing. I suddenly want to drink milk.”
he said subconsciously.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a sense of danger welled up.
Liu Zimo activated the Golden Bell Shield. A crisp sound was heard as a bullet hit the golden bell phantom.
"F * ck, Captain, are you serious?”
Liu Zimo exclaimed.
He looked at Lan in front of him. A pistol had appeared in Lan's hand.
The bullet was undoubtedly fired from the pistol in her hand.
Lan bit her pink lips and glared at Liu Zimo.
"If you dare to spout nonsense again, the next time I hit you, it won't be a pistol but a rocket launcher!”
She looked like a little wild cat. She was indeed worthy of being called a little devil.
Liu Zimo rubbed his nose in embarrassment, indicating that he would be more careful next time.
Lan disassembled the pistol.
"Let's go, I'll bring you to see another member.”
"Alright."
Liu Zimo nodded with a smile.
It was better not to provoke this little devil for the time being.
Lan's delicate nose let out a snort. She knew that her shot would not hit Liu Zimo.
This fake monk was very powerful, so powerful that even she felt afraid.
If he really wanted to fight, he would definitely not be a match for this fake monk.
However…
She was still very angry!
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