The Magician of Clow

Chapter 781 Everyone has a story, everyone has a reason
Slightly stunned, the moment Mu Cheng's eyes looked at him and asked this sentence, Fang Ran was thinking about the other party who had something like intuition,
Have you guessed something, so he smiled and asked back.

"Sister Orange, do you have one too?"

The quiet and seriousness just now was like an illusion. The next second, Mu Cheng folded his hands on the table and continued to squat lazily, averting his eyes and muttering.

"Don't tell you."

Hey. You must have said what you said before, and your life has been peaceful as a result.
When Fang Ran couldn't help thinking about it, he saw Mu Cheng look at the people who were discussing on the other side, and regained his dry eyes and recalled:
"When I joined the night game, the eldest young master was already there. Except for the magician, the magician, and the resuscitation sister, he was the first member to join voluntarily, although I have always wondered why he likes to be free and unwilling to be restrained. To do so."

"Speaking of all things in the bureau, the eldest young master is always the one who cares the most, but I always thought he was bored."

Hearing Mu Cheng, the only older member of the children's group, say such a thing, and picking up a donut, Lime, who hasn't moved his mouth, also thought about what happened to the eldest young master since she joined the night game.

And Fang Ran, who had only met the eldest young master for a few days, was amazed when he heard such a thing, the eldest young master who left an indelible impression of the rich and prodigal son on himself from the first face,

What kind of unknown past is there, and Emma, ​​who is just like a real person, becomes a member of the night party behind him.

"The national war is also, and this time I came back early."

Listening to Li Ning's low voice, she always felt a little unwilling to admit it, Mu Cheng, who was lying on the table, closed her eyes lazily and was about to fall asleep.

"Yeah~ hey~ he's obviously a playboy who goes around the world with his mechanical girl~"

"Sister Orange, you should reflect on it here, as should you, Jota."

"I'm sorry."

"すみませんんん~~"

Looking at Jota and Mucheng, who obediently admitted their mistakes and dragged their tone under limelight's severe criticism, without repentance, Fang Ran was a little surprised and speechless:

"What do you say about the national war? Such a responsible approach is really not in direct proportion to his clear and peculiar style of painting."

Hearing him express everyone's thoughts, Mu Cheng opened his eyes droopingly, glanced at the cup in front of him quietly, then closed it and yawned lazily.

"Well, probably the same as why he joined the night game, it's because of Sister Ye Sheng."

Miss Ye Sheng.?

It was rare to talk about this with the companions in the night bureau. When Fang Ran heard Mu Cheng's words, Jota added in a low voice while holding the milk cup.

"After all. Sister Yesheng is so nice. She helped me a lot when I first woke up."

"My mother's illness was also given to me by Sister Ye Sheng after she found out, and it began to slowly improve."

Gou Yu, who had been sitting beside Fang Ran and listened to everyone chatting quietly, also put down the teacup and spoke softly and calmly.

"In fact, things like national wars are a means to resolve hidden disputes on the surface, but they are not very important for most participants who join a faction and just want to find the same kind."

"During the last national war, I didn't feel anything like the belief that I must win, the will to fight, etc., from my opponent. It was more of a business that would almost admit defeat when a mission was reached."

Speaking of which, Lime took a small bite of the doughnut in her hand, and glanced over there quietly, making sure that she would not be heard. At the same time, she was a little embarrassed to speak at this age, but she still whispered:

"So everyone wants to win the national war just because Sister Yesheng wants to win. Although their reasons are different, everyone wants to do something for Sister Yesheng."

"Master, he should think so too."

Hearing these words, Fang Ran suddenly became a little dazed. From the memory of the night when the Maserati exploded in the fire, Ye Sheng hugged him to avoid the attack from the backwater,

He remembered a lot in an instant, although from that time he knew that everyone in the bureau was extremely important to Ye Sheng, and Ye Sheng was also an indispensable existence for everyone.

But the connection seems to be more profound than he imagined.

This. Maybe it should be called 'fetters'?
For some reason, the word popped up in Fang Ran's mind, as if something lit up in his heart.

"So what was the situation of our previous national war?"

Shaking his head slightly, throwing some inexplicable feeling out of his mind just now, Fang Ran asked this question, and then saw the action of Lime biting the donut.

"I've only played once, and the last time I lost."

Uh. Didn't you just say that the other party has no fighting spirit or belief?
"Then the previous national war.?"

Wei Wei was speechless and ashamed for a second, Fang Ran asked tentatively to Mu Cheng who was lying on the side, and then saw Mu Cheng silently put on the hat of the small buried cape.

"I lost last time too."

Fang Ran: "."

Speaking of which, it seems that I did hear Sister Fuxing say that the overnight game is a relatively weak force.
"before that"

"From the formation of night battles, the forces of the world tend to be stable, and the national wars that are set up will only be held every four years, and our current night battles were established almost ten years ago, and this time, we probably only experienced two national wars before. ."

Hearing that Fang Ran seemed to want to ask about the earlier national war, this time it was Gou Yu, who had known the relevant knowledge for a long time.

"What are the rules of the national war? Why did we all lose? I feel that everyone in the bureau is not weak."

Hearing that he had lost twice in total, Fang Ran asked speechlessly with a slap on the forehead.

"That. Fang Ran, compared to the strength of everyone in the game, the main reason for our night game is that there are fewer people, so we are talented."

"Few people?"

Seeing Jota weakly explaining the root cause to himself, Fang Ran blinked in confusion, and then Mu Cheng, who still participated twice, looked at himself lazily with salted fish eyes and said:
"Well~ I can't help it. After all, in the national war, in addition to the three rank battles of three members for each rank whose strength is above the basic combat strength C rank,"

"There is also a group battle that requires the size of the force to be large enough to fight for ten B-level players. Although everyone in the B-level team in our bureau is good, but because there are not so many people, we still lose a game directly."

"It's because the number of people is not enough. Obviously, we won the C-level battle and the B-level battle last time. The other party is bullying us that the night game was established for a short time."

At the mention of this, Liming snorted in dissatisfaction, and Fang Ran frowned slightly while looking at her angry expression:
"A rank, B rank, and C rank have three players in each rank, plus a total of four team battles. If we win twice, shouldn't we at least be a draw?"

"No, the rule of the national war is that if the victory is the same, the side that wins the A-level battle wins. After all, cutting-edge combat power is the key to judging whether a force is strong or not."

"Even if Sister Yesheng's abilities as an immortal cultivator are very comprehensive and strong, after all, the inheritance time is still short, and facing the opponent's A-level starting with at least ten years of experience, it is difficult to win if you want to win."

"Not to mention that the opponent has two A-ranks. Oh, by the way, by the way, although the rules of the national war require three people in each rank, the A-rank battles are generally dissatisfied."

Leng Leng listened to Mu Cheng lying on the table and saying this in the tone of dry and salted fish, the memory in his mind suddenly turned around, and the memory of the past came surging.
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'You can't kill that monster'--
'But if you can't do it at all, it's just a mirror image, and you're just giving up death in vain! '--
'That's my business, I must get the reward of this scene and prove it to everyone with my own efforts'--
'I can hold the weight of this Lingyuan! '-
In the hunting scene, Ye Sheng quarreled with him in the disaster city, and finally turned to the sunny ward not long ago. Ye Sheng looked at herself and smiled softly, as the wind ruffled a few strands of her hair.
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'No matter how hard I try, I want to win the next national war. '-
"Is that so"

In the end, Fang Ran, whose thoughts drifted away in his head, said dully, and was interrupted by the arguing between Hua Ling and Su Qun on the other side.

"Huh? What's wrong with Sister Hualing?"

Qing Ning also noticed the voice over there and asked strangely. After listening quietly for a while, Gou Yu reluctantly guessed the uncertain opening from the only few words she could hear:
"It seems that Sister Hua Ling is against Big Brother Su Qun's appearance as a participant.?"

"Really. Well~ this is normal. After all, Su Qun was injured so badly because of Hua Ling last time. It is inevitable that she will blame herself and worry."

Mu Cheng, who was obviously wearing a small buried cape and looked like a dead house, lay on the table and said with a kiss from the past who had read the vicissitudes of life:
"However, if we use more alchemists this time, the A-level combat power, even if no one appears in the C-level battle, we still have the possibility to win."

"That. Sister resuscitation seems to be calling us over."

Jota, who was shrunk in the chair, noticed that the resuscitation beckoned them to go over. Although there was something strange, they all got up and went over there to find a place to do it.

Then when they all turned their eyes to Ye Sheng, they heard her raise her ink-colored pupils and said calmly:
"Although it is a bit abrupt, I decided to give up this national war."

The moment the words fell, the expressions of all the members of the night bureau who had been relaxed for a second suddenly stopped. After being surprised why she said such a word suddenly, they all digested this fact in silence.

But also at the moment she just finished speaking, two figures froze at the same time.

Alchemy faded the laughter on his face, looked at her with a slight frown, and was silent for a while before slowly asking:

"why?"

On the other hand, the eldest young master raised his brows slightly in surprise, and then returned to a calm and serious speech:
"Yesheng, are you serious?"

Unexpectedly and as a matter of course, after hearing the words of giving up the national war from Ye Sheng's own mouth, the first to react were the most unprofessional alchemists and the eldest young master.

"Well, yes, I have been thinking about it for a long time and decided to give up this victory in the national war."

Ye Sheng nodded calmly to confirm, without the slightest joking intention.

"Miss Sheng."

Hua Ling murmured incredulously beside her, Su Qun frowned at the decision, the magician and the resuscitator looked at each other, both seeing it in each other's eyes without knowing it.

Meng Lang, who was also stunned, glanced at the uncle quietly, and saw that he shook his head indistinctly, and sighed in doubt.

How is this going?

As for the 'child group' who just arrived here, Mu Cheng and Li Ning were even more confused. Hearing this, Fang Ran looked into Ye Sheng's eyes, only to feel that her eyes seemed familiar.

No one knew why Ye Sheng suddenly said such words on the eve of the national war.

Looking at the others who seemed to be ignorant as well, the eldest young master raised his eyebrows and asked Ye Sheng.

"Can you tell me why?"

Recalling the prophecy he heard on the phone not long ago, Ye Sheng should have maintained the agreement with Shui Linlang in the end, and replaced it with other reasons.

"The recovery level of the colony is still not risky. Because the strength of the uncle is damaged, it is not within the scope of the rules to allow the battle, so we currently do not have a suitable C-level candidate for the battle."

"Betting all on the B-rank and A-rank battles, for us who have already been absent from the team battle, even if we get this victory, there is no real meaning."

"Instead of making unnecessary efforts, I hope that everyone will give up the idea of ​​winning and treat this national war as an ordinary form of exchange."

Hearing Ye Sheng say such irrefutable words, the atmosphere suddenly became a little dull,

Insufficient number of people leads to the fact that no one can even play in a certain rank, which is a fatal flaw in the night game.

The alchemy that he wanted to say was suddenly silent, the eldest young master raised his eyebrows and did not speak, and Meng Lang looked at the fact that this C-level battle could not even be carried out,

He could only dispel the original idea of ​​using special rules to fool Fang Ran into the game, and sighed inwardly when he felt a headache.

I can't help it, it seems that I can only say that I have concealed my strength, but I am actually C-level.
But just a second before Meng Lang spoke, he was even more unacceptable than him to give up this chance to make this A-level alchemy. Su Qun looked at Ye Sheng and said calmly:
"Sister Sheng, I."

"Needless to say, Su Qun, I agree with Xiaoling, I can't let you take this risk."

But before he could speak, Ye Sheng shook his head gently, rejecting his request to continue fighting.

"that."

Then at this time, a voice that seemed to be because the atmosphere was very serious and did not know whether it was appropriate to speak now sounded behind the crowd.

Hearing whose voice it was, everyone looked at him unexpectedly, and then under the gaze of all the members of the night bureau,

Fang Ran had a naive expression of "what are you arguing about", and said words that stunned everyone else.

"I'm C-rank."

　すみません, the Japanese that everyone is familiar with is sorry, alas, these two words lead to various foreshadowing, foreshadowing, echoes, and needed popular science from the chat, it is so difficult to write ah ah ah! !

　　
　
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