MTL - Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!-Chapter 122 task

"Beep".

Crossing show director, Ying Xiangxiang almost did not spray beauty tea. The barrage was excited like a carnival— "Oh my scarf is locked!", "I want to be a queen and you only give a mistress ?! wtF!", "Little witch rushes duck! France's first beauty rushes duck!", " Brother Wei, wonderful! Give the big sword a big sword! "

A series of question marks mixed with the male audience of the hyacinth show in the barrage: "What scarf?"

"The defender's way is so wild, and there is not much information ... Oh, here comes, the copy of the tarot card and the traffic trainer Wujin group 'Lovers' card' appeared on the photo for the first time, and the exchange did not exceed two sentences. Inklow Mori Hideo forced the group 'scarf cp' with hate. In the dinosaur era knockout, he instructed two Aeolus pterosaurs to forcibly take away Wu Jin players who could have hit the championship. Witch and Wei players wrestled with each other. Same name-this can also form cp ?? "

On the stage, the blood pigeon picked up the microphone tone and commented as usual: "Very interesting strategy. The clues of the purple card are scattered and scattered. Compared to step-by-step 'solving the problem', it is the fastest to support the think-tank player's 'test' and exchange benefits. Customs clearance methods. "

"Of course, all the prerequisites are based on the strength of the players who are strong in the time-"

The screen flashed back, the defender opened parachute, big Trianon, cleared in overbearing within two hours. Eventually the teams staying in Trianon had obedience and agreement trading relationships with the guard team.

Wei Shi grasped almost all the blue and purple card movements in the entire palace, and "violently took over" the clue cards of Louis XIV in the first place.

The sudden emergence of the "Wang Zhaojun-style" A-level trainee guard was not valued by most players at first, and the public impression was still on "good face", "fried cp", and "raising the dragon", no doubt at this time Many trainees were frightened.

In the middle of the screen, Wu Jin was forced to follow behind Wei Shi.

Vera's face was sullen, and her talking eyes seemed to be able to pop up in a second: "Little witch hemp doesn't allow you to make such a big sacrifice for the copy!"

Chu Chu smiled and followed: "Two, our King Louis XIV is very kind. It is not difficult to unlock Mrs. Montelipan, the first mistress. Little witch players don't even need to contribute a beautiful body to the king! As long as you sell your brainpower ... ... "

Willa was mad, and the hot chicken king obviously wanted the little witch to contribute beautiful ...

She said coldly: "Every card in Versailles is independent of each other. I don't think our mission needs to be entangled with the king."

The guard was indifferent.

Chu Chu quickly corrected: "90% of the information next to the perfume rack is in our hands. I can't say 'entanglement'. I prefer this to be a transaction. You are the buyers. We sell about 'Mrs. Montelipan'. Information."

The door of the King's study slammed open, and two biography of Louis XIV were placed on the table.

"Relax," Chu Chu sent parchment to both of them: "It's just a very simple open book exam. The exam questions are written on the paper, and as much as you can solve, Montelipan's information will be exchanged to you."

Several crooked rectangles were drawn on the parchment paper, as well as scattered parts of the year.

"..." Not only Willa, but even Wu Jin was down.

Wei Shi glanced clearly: "Is this what you copied?"

Chu Chu immediately flattered: "Although there is a slight gap, the charm of the original question is basically retained. Just a few figures, a few rectangles, big difference is not bad! Big difference is not bad!" Then he waved with a small hand: "Start to solve the problem, everyone . "

On the side of the long table, Willa repeatedly thought that she was wrong: "Shall we run?"

Wu Jin said with difficulty: "All the clues of Mrs. Montelipan are here. Leaving Grand Trianon is just giving up the card. It's okay, we make this deal."

Vera glanced at the twisted geometry again: "What the **** is this?"

Wu Jin glanced at the card held by the gangster and said softly, "That's the clue of Louis XIV's card."

Willa froze.

"They haven't solved the cards yet," Wu Jin said. "The character cards taken out of the lockbox are at least famous, year of birth and death. It shouldn't be only the portrait of Louis XIV. Most likely, the purple card in their hands is just The uncleared copy card, the clue is the geometric figure, they occupied Trianon Palace in order to hold the players to solve their problems. "

For a long time, Vera gently moved her lips: "Use the blue card mission books to change the clues for the purple card ... they are really making money."

Wu Jin spread his hand: "We have no choice."

At night, the flames of Trianon's Palace began to burn. The paper-pen intersects, and the door opens slightly, and the night breeze drifts in.

Wu Jin has turned over half of the biography. On the parchment, the year and place are densely written. Next to it is a 17th century administrative map of France. Several major battles are marked with messy lines.

Willa leaned on the softest collapse in the farthest part of the room, her head was covered with a biography, and Wu Jin was guarding him. The person who had fallen asleep was unknown.

The big guy went out once in the middle and came back with a chill.

Wu Jinzhang's back is straight, and his mind is obviously not on the data. The man walked slowly along the long table, just like the invigilator of the exam.

Wei Shi stood beside Wu Jin.

The automatic machine on the side quickly caught up and took a few mirrors. The teenager was bitterly engulfed on the parchment paper. The invigilator teacher put pressure on him behind the back, Wu Jin was angry and raised his ears.

When the camera is finished shooting, click to turn off the lights to save power.

Chu Chu was still strolling outside, and Vera had a sweet sleep. Wu Jin's head was warm, and her rough hands rubbed softly on her soft curls--

Wu Jin cleverly raised her head.

Wei Shi stooped, and his rough lips pressed against Wu Jin's long drive.

The boy immediately persuaded the quail, fearing that Vera would wake up.

The sky turned round, and the kiss was over. The man re-wrapped Wujin, which was soft into a marshmallow, and licked his teeth.

"The piano plays well." Wei Shi commented in a low voice.

Wu Jin was jealous in her heart and remembered something, and also lowered her voice and murmured and accused: "I want to see your original card."

The man simply pulled it out, Wu Jin re-extended the next row of rectangular spaces, and made a gesture with the boss to say "It's all right".

Wei Shi moved a chair expressionlessly and sat next to Wu Jin. The long-legged cricket was not too embarrassed. He had to squeeze with Wu Jin's feet on the opposite stool.

The nib slid on the parchment paper, Wu Jin had no inspiration for the row of rectangles, and could only turn to the year of study: "1672, French-Dutch War. 1685, Order of Fontainebleau, 1688, Grand Alliance War. 1701, Spanish Throne Inheritance war ... All years are the ruling achievements of Louis XIV. Time is the axis, rectangle is the major event, and the interval is not the same as the year. "

Inspiration dried up, two feet stepping on the gang's legs unconsciously: "Can't think of it ..."

Wei Shi said: "Then step on again."

As soon as Wu Jin stiffened, she had to retract her legs silently, but she was suppressed by the guard.

The pure black pupil of the man flickered under the candlelight, like a flame of flames, and the hot hormone made Wu Jin instantly unable to find the north: "Come, sleep."

Wu Jin whispered for export: Wei! Pull!

Wei Shi: "Afraid of something, she hasn't seen her before."

Wu Jin was dizzy and lost her thoughts, and then she put it together: "Then, Willa wakes up and calls me ..."

He took a hard breath of the big guy in the copy, and lay here for a while, lay there for a while, arching around for a second, restless. Strangely it seems to be back to the r yard base, and he is still bullying the ten-year-old guardian angel, and it is almost beautiful and bubbling.

"Don't move." The man's voice was dumb.

Wu Jin was well-behaved for a moment, with a nasal hum—

Wei Shi's eyes were deep, he wanted to wake people up and not to be ruthless. Can only retaliate rubbing two times on the juvenile neck, rough gun cocoons and the embossed buckle that once healed. Not wanting to wake up at this moment, Vera by the fireplace in the distance, she would pin down her biography on her head.

Wu Jinchen's wake.

The teenager's eyes were round and round, and seeing that Willa was about to take off the biography, she wanted to pull away from the big brother in a mess, but her ankle was still resting on the big brother's legs. Fall down.

The guardian's eye-wounding hand quickly grabbed people, but Wu Jin rolled a salty fish. He threw himself out, and fell on the velvet blanket.

Guardian: "..."

Willa was instantly awake. Seeing Wu Jin fall to the ground miserably, Wei Shi sat in a chair and looked at it suddenly. "He just couldn't solve the problem! What did you do to him! What to do if the little witch was broken!"

She glanced at the camera and saw that the recording light was off before adding a happy sentence: "Scum!"

After a quarter of an hour, Wu Jin's explanation was dry and dry, and Vera hesitated to say, "How good were we to find the paintings at first! Little witch, don't be afraid, we can drive away Wei Yan, the great demon, and we can drive away the guard!" "

Wu Jin quickly went on to explain, Yu Guang accidentally swept the rectangle under extension—

He had a sudden meal.

"Find a picture ... The rectangle is the frame."

Willa was at a loss: "What frame--"

Wu Jin quickly said: "The French-Dutch War, the Grand Alliance War is the subject of painting, and the rectangle is a picture frame arranged in sequence. There is only one place in the entire Palace of Versailles that describes the entire history of the French coup d'etat.

"War Promenade."

"The next clue to Louis XIV's card is on the war promenade."

Wu Jin pushed away her chair and stood up: "Let's go and finish the deal."

At 9 o'clock in the evening. After learning the clues, Chu Chu immediately called for the guard in the perfume room. The prospective king took the clue and disappeared into the night of Versailles in an instant.

"Wait, Mrs. Montelipan's message ..." Wu Jin hurriedly reached out, "Trading! Trading!".

Chu Chu comforted: "Rest assured! God will give it!"

After waiting for a few people to return to the long table, not only Willa, including Chu Chu Wu Jin, slept in the dark, but during the high-intensity match of the Crossen show, they could only sleep for a maximum of 3 or 4 hours a day and night.

Until someone knocked on the table.

Wu Jin opened his eyes confused.

The big guy gave Chu Chu a bunch of keys: "You take Miss Willa to the guest room."

Chu Chu snorted and shook Willa. Just before White Rose was awake, Wu Jin was wrapped up in a blanket and picked up.

Struggling Wu Jin: "..."

The master bedroom opened the next second, and the wrapped Wu Jin roll was thrown directly to the bed.

"!!!" Wu Jin finally returned sensibly, and strenuously asked, "Have you found it?"

"Well." Wei Shi ordered: "Good, go to sleep."

I didn't expect Wu Jin to lie on the bed, and lie on a diagonal diagonal in a swimming position. Xiaoyuan's face was on the side of the bed.

Wu Jin was sleepy-eyed and darted to open her mouth, and patted on the bed to yell: "Monteripan ... data ..."

Wei Shi glanced at him, expressionless: "Undress."

Wu Jin: "What, what!"

Guardian: "When you get into the quilt, Montelipan's information will be sent as a bedtime story."

Wu Jin was slow to think about it, and felt that it was not bad. So slowly took off the combat jacket, rolled on the bed and threw a pair of waterproof combat trousers to the ground.

Then flattened.

Wei Shi stuffed Wu Jin, who was trapped in a piece, into the quilt, and squeezed two on Bai Xiaoxiao's small legs as compensation.

Wu Jin was pinched and called: "Ah!"

Wei Shi opened the cabinet of Louis XIV, and was very conscious of the protagonist and put on Louis XIV's nightgown. The moment before the candlelight was extinguished, Wu Jin ripped the nightgown sleeve.

Wu Jin: "Bedtime Story Bedtime Story!"

Wei Shi bowed his head and went to the bookshelf to retrieve the book: "Louis XIV's most famous mistress is called Montelipan. The king fell in love with the wife at first sight. The Grand Trianon Palace is a gift from the King to Montelipan. "

The dim candlelight was placed on the bedside, and when the big man leaned over, Wu Jin stabbed and tilted the quilt.

The man's body temperature was hot, and the small space inside the quilt seemed to be burned by the sun.

Wu Jin went to his side.

"Later, the King empathized. Montelipan was charged ..."

Wu Jin continued to squirm towards Wei Shi.

The man closed the book and turned off the light: "OK, sleep."

As soon as Wu Jin stayed, her anger rolled back the creeping distance just now: "Cheat! The key message!"

Wei Shi expressionless Huyou Rabbit: "The remaining half will be sent in the form of a wake-up story, you should sleep."

Wu Jin has yet to say, holding cold punitive kisses while being guarded.

The room was dark, Wu Jin could only struggle as a little blind man humming.

The gangster's voice was hoarse, like a current flowing across his ears and numbing: "Emotional lock-up sequelae, Dr. Zhou Nan let you sleep for a few hours a day?"

Wu Jin's guilty conscience: "7 hours ... but the game is special ..."

Wei Shi said indifferently: "I'm not here to solve your special situation."

Wu Jin was stunned and suddenly remembered the fifth round of the knockout round. When the big man changed his style, he cleared the entire Trianon Palace.

Wei's ultimatum: "Sleep."

Wu Jin quickly closed her eyes, and the eyeballs moved lightly under the eyelids until the hot breath gradually invaded between the square inches. The boy smashed his mouth, and finally couldn't stop the fatigue and fell asleep.

Ten minutes later, Wu Jin, who was almost asleep, went to the front again. It was only when he and the guard were together that he comfortably grouped himself.

Wei Shi looked down at Wu Jin.

Countless sounds in my head are noisy——

"I have never seen such a case", "The best scabbard", "The test results came out. The values ​​are completely different from ordinary people. If he is willing, we would like to follow up to understand if Mr. Wu is 15 years old. The former, in large quantities, is, in fact, overdose and abuse of MHCC psychotropic substances. "

The king's palace opened a slit and the side door was squeaked and closed.

Wu Jin was unaware of it at first, and she became short of breath after a few minutes.

"Relax." Wei Shi kissed on his forehead, holding him in his arms.

Wait for Wu Jin to fall asleep before opening the side door.

The night wind penetrated through the door.

Residues, excessive hearing sensitivity, slight claustrophobia.

The guard's eyes were sharp as bayonet.