"How could I not have thought about it?"
Gu Yilin's fat face became serious, and he glared at Mu Chuyue angrily.
Every piece of flesh that trembles slightly on his face seems to be strongly condemning: Why don't you work hard and plan for the future if you have such a good talent?
Mu Chuyue glanced at him and decided to ignore this nonsensical guy.
"Beauty" Mu Chuyue was lying in front of an empty task board.
There was a scantily clad receptionist sitting on the workbench next to her.
She looked over in response, glanced at the rough clothes on Mu Chuyue, and instinctively wanted to look away.
But with a sharp look, he saw her face that confused thousands of girls, and the E-class badge dangling in her hand.
Someone who becomes an E-class mercenary at such a young age must have a bright future, and the other person is so handsome.
For ordinary women, they are simply rare golden turtles.
He immediately grinned and came over with a smile: "Brother, do you need help from me?"
After saying that, he gave Mu Chuyue a wink.
Gu Yilin stood aside, stunned by the battle in front of him, and temporarily forgot about the idea of making a perfect plan for Mu Chuyue.
"How about helping me pick up a few missions, all the way to the Yanfeng Empire."
"Okay."
The woman happily took the pink spirit stone from Mu Chuyue's hand, and her mind became active.
It seems that this young man is not as shabby as he appears.
Working in the mercenary union all year round, these women are very skilled in their business.
Now, after some teasing by Mu Chuyue, their efficiency has more than doubled.
She held the carefully designed route in her hands and was about to accept the compliment from the handsome guy.
When she came back to her senses, she realized that Mu Chuyue had moved to a distant location to receive the mission.
Only then did he realize that he had been tricked, he stamped his feet, continued to shrink back to his previous position, and watched her leave reluctantly.
Although the little fat man is fat, he is not as agile as a fat man in his movements: "Brother Master, let me accompany you.
Let's go the same way."
"No."
Mu Chuyue quickened her steps and walked towards the outside of the city.
Among the tasks I just took over, the first one was to escort a caravan with a small mercenary group.
This mercenary group was only temporarily resting at Youmen Pass because they encountered bandits and killed many people on the way, so they took this opportunity to recruit fellow mercenaries from the mercenary union.
However, Mu Chuyue and them could not reach the end, and could only be regarded as companions along the way.
Gu Yilin had obviously expected that she would refuse.
He raised the badge on his hand: "I took the same mission as you."
After that, the dimples on his face sunk deeper, as if he was saying to Mu Chuyue: Look, look, you don't allow me to follow, but I still have a way to follow.
"I don't care about you."
Mu Chuyue held her forehead.
She suddenly felt that she had some unique charm that attracted the admiration of such a talkative person.
Forget it, leave it to him.
Gu Yilin kept chattering along the way, but when Mu Chuyue asked where he was from, the little fat man pretended to be dumbfounded and didn't say a word.
After two seconds passed, he would start a new topic as if nothing had happened.
After meeting by chance, Mu Chuyue would naturally not be unnecessarily curious to dig up other people's origins.
When you are away from home, who doesn’t have a secret?
She just felt that the surname "Gu" was relatively rare, and there seemed to be a relatively famous Gu family in the central region of the mainland.
However, such a powerful aristocratic family would probably not have a descendant with such low status as Gu Yilin.
Mu Chuyue would not be so imaginative as to think of him as a prince with experience in the world. xx4911131: