The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

The atmosphere in the Bounty Hunter Guild office was low.

The guild staff were stunned and confused, and no one dared to speak.

Zhao Wenting glanced at Song Tianjiao who was still sitting in the office. He saw that she was sitting there stiffly in a daze, with helplessness in her eyes, but she was still trying to keep her composure.

That’s right, this was a scene that Song Tianjiao and Zhao Wenting had discussed in advance.

Zhao Wenting pretended to bring the supernatural police to surround the bounty hunters' guild, and then took Song Tianjiao away directly. In this way, he could lure out the "unknown" big boss behind the scenes without leaking out, and would not expose Song Tianjiao's identity as a "double agent".

Zhao Wenting withdrew his gaze indifferently and said:

"The Bounty Hunter Guild is involved in a kidnapping case. The evidence is irrefutable, and the Supernatural Bureau is now interrogating someone. Do you have anything else to explain?"

"Yes, I will contact my lawyer."

Song Tianjiao immediately answered and spoke.

However, when she actually got through to the lawyer, she said, "I'm fine, I'm fine, don't come to redeem me."

Her assistant was stunned and wanted to say something, but when she saw the cold faces of Zhao Wenting and his group, she swallowed her words.

After saying that, Song Tianjiao stood up neatly, left her seat, and strode towards the office door. The assistant saw her like this, and it didn't seem like she was being arrested at all. He even vaguely felt that she was a little happy?

However, things did not develop as Song Tianjiao and his team had planned.

Song Tianjiao came to the Supernatural Bureau and ate and drank for three days, but there was no news from the Bounty Hunter Guild about Wuming, and the Supernatural Bureau also did not receive any news.

"Master, could it be that Wuming discovered something..."

Pei Ming whispered a few words to Zhao Wenting, and his eyes kept looking at Song Tianjiao who was sitting on the sofa in the reception room.

Zhao Wenting raised his eyes and glanced at Song Tianjiao who was sitting outside the transparent glass, his face expressionless.

Song Tianjiao sat quietly, looking as if she had no idea what was going on.

As time passed, she roughly guessed what their conversation was about.

"It seems that you have most likely been exposed, or... you are now just a discarded pawn of his." Zhao Wenting appeared at the door of the office and walked towards Song Tianjiao.

"Well? If it is true that he was well prepared as I said, what are your plans for the future?"

Song Tianjiao's hand holding the teacup froze.

Her eyes darkened.

"Even if Wuming wasn't around, our Song family has been running the Bounty Hunter Guild for so many years, and we have the ability to continue running it."

"Okay, if you have nothing else to do, go back first. Although the tea here is not bad, it may not be as fragrant as the one in your own office." Zhao Wenting said with a smile.

Song Tianjiao smiled and said nothing.

"Pfft——!"

When everyone was caught off guard, Song Tianjiao stabbed her left palm with a dagger, and blood gushed out.

She picked up the kettle of hot water to rinse the blood off the knife, then sheathed it, letting the blood drip onto the ground. She reached out with her other hand to ruffle her hair, looking as if she had been through a torture interrogation.

Zhao Wenting frowned slightly, threw a handkerchief at her, and said, "You are worthy of it."

"When acting, of course you have to act it out completely." Song Tianjiao smiled, ignoring the sarcasm and mockery in Zhao Wenting's words; she reached out and grabbed the handkerchief, wrapping her hand which was still bleeding.

Only then did she feel the pain and frowned slightly.

"Miss Song, let's go. I'll take you back to the Bounty Hunter Guild." Yan Mu came to Song Tianjiao like a robot and made a "please" gesture.

Song Tianjiao walked straight to the door, looked down at her hands, her eyes shining like stars.

The top floor of the Supernatural Bureau headquarters building.

Zhao Wenting stood by the floor-to-ceiling window.

The traffic downstairs comes and goes, shuttling back and forth like a sea of ​​lights, and each car is just a dot of light.

There was no expression on his handsome face, his eyes were fixed on looking downstairs, and his back had a frightening loneliness.

He turned around, took out vodka from the wine cabinet and poured it into a crystal glass, then faced the computer with an indifferent expression to handle business.

Late at night, when Yan Mu pushed the door open, he saw Zhao Wenting, who did not leave work on time but fell asleep on his desk. Since he took over the Superpower Bureau, this was the Nth day that he had to work overtime until late at night.

Yan Mumo sighed, then gently covered him with the suit jacket that was hanging on the wall.

Zhao Wenting didn't like being disturbed, and he didn't like anyone interfering in his private affairs, even if it was just a reminder to go back to sleep. So whenever Pei Ming and Yan Mu saw this situation, they chose to turn a blind eye.

……

"what you up to?!"

Mo Mo looked at him with fear in her eyes like a frightened deer. He looked at her familiar yet strange face, his heart full of pain from being hurt by her eyes, and he loosened his fingers that were holding her wrist somewhat at a loss.

She pulled back quickly, glaring at him warily.

"Are you really with him?"

Why did she act so cold and distant? This defensive look seemed to push him away thousands of miles.

"So what? What does it have to do with you? Brother Guo is the most trustworthy person in the world." She was like a child showing off candy, with her face slightly tilted up and her eyes sparkling.

He looked at her, his eyes as black as glass, his lips trembled slightly, and he spoke slowly: "Then do you remember who I am?"

"Do I even need to ask this? Everyone in the world knows that you are the god who represents evil and darkness! Why are you trying to make yourself known in front of me?"

"..."

Her words hit his heart without hesitation, and he fell into endless darkness, unable to see anything, as if he was torn apart.

With a "swoosh", he woke up from his sleep!

original……

Just a dream.

Zhao Wenting had not yet come out of the grief in his dream. There was a deep fragility and pain in his expression, which made his eyes covered with a layer of white mist, moist and shiny.

He tilted his head back and drank the remaining vodka in the crystal glass.

His eyes darkened and he returned to his usual indifferent look.

In another time and space, Mo Mo actually had the same dream as Zhao Wenting, but the two people's perspectives were completely opposite.

She saw Zhao Wenting's hurt and panic-stricken look.

Why? She can only speak in a sarcastic way in front of him? Is everything that happened in this dream just a dream? Or is it also a projection of the future?

Unfortunately, no one gave her an answer at the moment, and her system administrator, Lao Sun, was out of touch.

"It's okay, it's okay. They say dreams are the opposite. So my dream should be the opposite as well." Mo Mo hugged the little dream tapir in his arms tightly and whispered to comfort himself.