Slightly stunned, the moment Mu Cheng's eyes looked at her and asked this sentence back, Fangran wondered if the other party who had such an intuition had already guessed something, so he smiled and asked back.
"Then Miss Chengzi, do you have one too?"
The quietness and seriousness just now was like an illusion, and the next second Mucheng folded her hands on the table and continued to lie lazily on her stomach, looking away and muttering.
"I won't tell you."
Hey... Could it be that you said what you said before, and ended up living a peaceful life in your life...
When Fangran couldn't help but think this way, he saw Mu Cheng looking at the people who were discussing on the other side, and his eyes recovered from the dry things, recalling a little ecstatically:
"When I joined the night game, the young master was already there. Except for the magician, alchemist, and Sister Susu, he was the first member who voluntarily joined, although I have always wondered why he likes to be free and doesn't want to be restrained. Do it."
"Speaking of which, the young master is always the one who cares most about all kinds of things in the bureau, but I always thought he was just idle..."
Hearing Mucheng, the only senior in the children's group, say such a thing, Lime, who hadn't moved her mouth yet, picked up a donut and thought about the things about the young master since she joined the night club.
And Fangran, who had only seen the young master for a few days, was amazed at the young master who had left an indelible impression of him as a rich and prodigal son from the first meeting.
What kind of unknown past is there that makes Emma, who is just like a real person, become a member of the night team.
"The same goes for the national war, this time I came back early..."
Listening to Qing Ning's low voice, which she always felt a little unwilling to admit, Mu Cheng, who was lying on the table, lazily closed the drawn-out tone that was about to fall asleep.
"Yeah~~ He's obviously a playboy who brings his mechanical girl to the world~"
"Sister Chengzi, you should reflect on yourself here, and you too, Jota."
"Yeah... sorry..."
"すみませんんん~~"
Looking at Yota and Mucheng who obediently admitted their mistakes and dragged their voices without repentance under Qing Ning's severe criticism, Fangran was a little surprised and speechless:
"Is it the same in the national war... How should I put it, such a responsible approach is really out of proportion to his unique style of painting."
Hearing everyone's aspirations from him, Mu Cheng opened his eyes droopingly, glanced at the cup in front of him quietly, then closed it safely and yawned lazily.
"Well, it's probably the same as why he joined the night bureau, it's because of Sister Yesheng..."
Sister Yesheng...
It was rare to talk about this with his companions in the night game. When Fangran was taken aback when Mu Cheng said that, Jota added in a low voice while holding a milk glass.
"After all... Sister Yesheng is so kind...helped me a lot when I first awakened..."
"My mother's illness was only gradually improved after Sister Ye Sheng gave me the medicine after she found out about it."
Gou, who had been sitting next to Fangran and quietly listening to everyone chatting, put down his teacup and spoke softly and calmly.
"In fact, although things like national warfare are a means of solving hidden disputes on the surface, they are not very important to most participants who join a force 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 or the will to fight from my opponent. It was more of a business-like thing that I would almost admit defeat when the mission was over."
Speaking of this, Qing Ning took a small bite of the donut in her hand, and glanced over there quietly to ensure that she would not be heard. At the same time, she was a little embarrassed to speak to her at this age, but she still whispered:
"So everyone wants to win the national war because Ye Sheng wants to win. Although their reasons are different, everyone wants to do something for Ye Sheng,"
"Eldest Young Master, he probably thinks so too..."
Hearing these words, Fangran was suddenly in a daze. At the same time, from the memory of the night when the Maserati exploded in the flames and Yesheng hugged him to avoid the attack against the water, he remembered a lot in an instant, although he had been thinking about it since then. Knowing that everyone in the bureau is extremely important to Ye Sheng, Ye Sheng is also an indispensable existence for everyone.
But this connection seems to be deeper than he imagined.
This... maybe it should be called a 'bond'...
For some reason, this word popped up in Fangran's mind, as if something lit up in his heart.
"Then how did our previous national wars go?"
Shaking his head slightly, shaking out the inexplicable feeling just now, Fangran asked this question, and then saw Qing Ning biting the doughnut.
"I only participated once, and I lost the last time."
Uh... Didn't you just say that the other party has no fighting spirit or conviction...
"The national war before that...?"
Slightly speechless and ashamed for a second, Fangran tentatively asked Mu Cheng who was lying on the side, and then saw Mu Cheng silently put on the hat of the small buried cloak.
"I also lost last time."
Fangran: "..."
Speaking of it, it seems that I have heard Sister Sui say that the night game is a relatively weak force...
"Then before..."
"From the formation of night wars to the stability of the world forces, the established national wars will only be held once every four years, and our current night scene was established almost ten years ago. Before this time, we have only experienced two national wars. .”
Hearing that Fangran seemed to want to ask about the earlier national war, this time he was answered by Gou, who had already known the relevant knowledge.
"Speaking of the rules of the national war, why did we all lose? I feel that everyone in the game is not weak."
Hearing that he had lost twice in total, Fangran slapped his forehead and asked speechlessly.
"Well... Fangran, compared to the strength of everyone in the game, the main reason for our night game is actually that there are fewer people, so we..."
"There are fewer people?"
Seeing Jota weakly explaining the root cause to himself, Fangran blinked in confusion, and then Mu Cheng, who still participated twice, looked at himself lazily with salty fish eyes and said:
"Well~ there is no way, after all, in addition to the three rank battles of three members of each rank whose strength has reached the basic combat strength of c-level and above, there are also group battles that require the scale of forces to be enough to fight ten b-ranks , although everyone in B-level in our game is good, but because there are not so many people, we still lost a game directly."
"It's because the number of people is not enough. They obviously won both the C-level battle and the B-level battle last time. The opponent just bullied us for a short time to set up the night game..."
As soon as this was mentioned, Qing Ning snorted dissatisfiedly, Fangran looked at her angry look and frowned slightly and said:
"A-level, B-level, and C-level each played three people, plus the team battles for a total of four games, so if we win twice, shouldn't we at least be a draw?"
"No, the rule of the national war is that if the victories are the same, the side that wins the A-level battle wins. After all, cutting-edge combat power is the key to judging whether a power is strong or not."
"Even though Sister Yesheng's abilities as a cultivator are very comprehensive and strong, after all, the inheritance time is still short. It is very difficult to win against an opponent who has at least ten years of experience and has started with an A-level, let alone the opponent has two A-levels." Level, oh, by the way, by the way, although the national war rules require three players in each rank, A-level battles are generally dissatisfied."
Listening to Mu Cheng lying on the table in a daze and saying this in a dry and salty tone, the memories in his mind suddenly turned back, and the memories of the past came surging.
-'You can't kill that monster'-
-'But if you can't do it at all, those are just illusions, and you are just dying in vain! '-
-'That's my business, I must get the reward for this scene, and use my own efforts to prove to everyone...'-
-'I am enough to hold the weight of this Lingyuan! '-
...
In the hunting scene, the words of Ye Sheng arguing with him in the disaster city surfaced, and finally turned to the sunny ward not long ago, Ye Sheng looked at herself smiling slightly, and the wind blew her strands of hair.
-'No matter how hard you work, I want to win the next national war. '-
"Is... how..."
In the end, Fangran, whose thoughts were drifting away, said in a daze, and then was interrupted by Hua Ling and Su Qun's argument on the other side.
"Huh? What's wrong with Miss Hualing?"
Qing Ning also noticed that the voice over there asked strangely, and after listening quietly for a while, Gou barely guessed from the few words he could hear:
"It seems that sister Hua Ling objected to Brother Su Qun's appearance as a combatant...?"
"Really... well~ this is normal, after all, Su Qun was injured so badly because of Hua Ling last time, it's inevitable that she would blame herself and worry..."
Mu Cheng, who was obviously wearing a small cloak and looked like a dead house, lay down on the table and said in the tone of a person who has experienced the vicissitudes of life:
"However, if we use more alchemy this time to make this A-level combat power, even if no one appears in the C-level battle, we may still win..."
"That... Sister Susu seems to be telling us to go over..."
Jota, who was curled up on the chair, noticed that Su Su was beckoning them to go over. Although it was particularly strange that something happened, they all got up one after another and went over there to find a place to do it.
Then when they all looked at Ye Sheng, they heard her raise her dark pupils and say calmly:
"Although it is a bit abrupt, I decided to give up this national war."
The moment the voice fell, the expressions of all the members of the night bureau, who had been relaxed for a second, froze immediately. After wondering why she said such words suddenly, they all digested this fact in silence.
But also at the moment she just finished speaking, there were people who couldn't accept it and couldn't help asking why.
Fang Shu faded the laughter from his face, looked at her with a slight frown, and after a moment of silence, asked slowly:
"Why?"
On the other side, the young master raised his brows slightly in surprise, and then calmed down and spoke seriously:
"Yesheng, are you serious?"
Unexpectedly and naturally, after hearing the words of giving up the national war from Ye Sheng himself, the first ones to react were the alchemist and the young master who were the most unprofessional on weekdays.
"Well, that's right, I've thought about it for a long time and decided to give up the victory in this national war."
Yesheng nodded in Pingjin's confirmation, without the slightest intention of joking.
"Sister Sheng..."
Hua Ling murmured inconceivably beside her, Su Qun frowned at this decision in puzzlement, the magician and Su Sui looked at each other, they both saw it in each other's eyes and didn't know it.
Meng Lang, who was also stunned, glanced at the uncle quietly, and sighed in confusion when he saw him shaking his head insignificantly.
How is this going
As for the 'kids group' who just arrived here, Mu Cheng and Qing Ning were even more confused.
Everyone didn't know why Ye Sheng suddenly said such words on the eve of the national war.
Looking at the other people who also seemed to be ignorant, the Eldest Young Master raised his eyebrows and asked Ye Sheng.
"Can you tell me why?"
Recalling some prophecies I heard on the phone not long ago, Ye Sheng should have maintained the agreement with Shui Linlang in the end, and replaced the unspoken reasons with other reasons.
"Su Qun's recovery can't be risky yet. Uncle's strength damage is not within the rules, so we don't have any suitable C-level candidates at the moment. We put all our bets on the b-level and A-level battles. For the already absent For those of us who fight as a group, such a victory is meaningless even if we get it."
"Instead of making unnecessary efforts, I hope that everyone will give up the idea of winning and treat this national war as an ordinary exchange."
Hearing Ye Sheng say such irrefutable words, the atmosphere suddenly became a little dull. The lack of numbers caused even no one to play in a certain rank, which was a fatal flaw of the night game.
The alchemist who was about to say something was silent for a while, the young master raised his brows and said nothing, and Meng Lang saw that the c-level battle couldn't even proceed, so he could only dispel the idea of using special rules to fool Fangran into the game , Feeling a headache and sighing in my heart.
There is no other way, it seems that here I can only say that I have concealed my strength and I am actually a C-level...
But just a second before Meng Lang opened his mouth, Su Qun looked at Ye Sheng and said calmly:
"Sister Sheng, I..."
"Needless to say, Su Qun, I agree with Xiao Ling, I can't let you take this risk."
But before he could speak, Ye Sheng shook his head lightly, rejecting his request to continue playing.
"that... "
Then at this moment, a voice that seemed to be unaware that it was inappropriate for him to speak now because of the serious atmosphere sounded behind the crowd.
Knowing whose voice it was, everyone looked at him unexpectedly, and then under the eyes of all members of the night bureau,
Fangran had a naive expression of 'what are you arguing about', and said something that stunned everyone else.
"I'm C-level."