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"The fire support team is headed by Fang Xiaoling.

The strategic planning team is headed by Li Mengling.

The risk prevention and control team is headed by Li Mengli.

The intelligence collection team is headed by Li Xiaoyu.

The logistics support team is headed by Wang Chenyu.

After the meeting, the team leaders of each group should try their best to expand the members of the group, and earnestly assume the responsibilities of the group. Before Fang Xiaoling graduates from the tower school, each group must be a sharp weapon for cutting the tower.

After I refine the specific responsibilities of each group, I will ask Wang Chenyu to send the documents to everyone.

During Fang Xiaoling's schooling, everyone must focus on their responsibilities, strive to improve their personal abilities, and strive to contribute to the team in future counterattacks! "

After finishing speaking, everyone looked at each other and applauded tacitly.

The logistics support team... Wang Chenyu couldn't help but recall that when he was in the Ice Soul Continent, the Demon Race meeting was much larger than the team's meeting.

Roland unscrewed the white wine, moistened his throat like drinking mineral water, and continued: "Okay, let's move on to the next topic, and Fang Xiaoling will convey the information obtained in the [Purple Rhyme] realm."

"Uh..." Fang Xiaoling sat up straight. Although the words were in her stomach, Roland had already set the tone of the meeting just now. If she talked casually like a family chatter, it seemed a bit informal.

But let her speak in Roland's regular language, she can't speak.

"Ahem, this matter is very serious." Fang Xiaoling finally said the first sentence. She frowned and thought hard. She didn't know how to make what she wanted to say in her head more formal, so she gave up and said, "I'm sorry, sister, I didn't prepare in advance. Can you explain it in vernacular?"

Roland put down the bottle, raised his eyes and said, "Of course, the purpose of the meeting is to allow everyone to discuss more efficiently. You can say whatever you want, and there is no need to stick to the formality."

"Phew—that's good." Fang Xiaoling's hanging heart finally fell straight down. She was about to tell the story when Li Xiaoyu came in through the back door with the cat in his arms, and several bloodstains were clearly visible on his neck.

At the same time, Xiaolan also ran downstairs, complaining, "When is dinner? I'm going to starve to death!"

Seeing Li Xiaoyu coming in through the back door, she continued to ask: "Aunt Xiaoyu, do you want to eat cats tonight?"

"Of course not!" Li Xiaoyu shouted, "Cats are so cute, how can you have such an idea?!"

"I'm so hungry! Give me anything, I want to eat!!" Xiaolan was in a hurry, thinking that she had already made an appointment with Brother Chenyu for a game dungeon tonight.

In the end, everyone was waiting for him as the commander-in-chief. After so long, the meeting was still unfinished, so we had to interrupt it quickly!
Roland's face was covered by shadows, and she said in a deep voice, "Do you all think you have nine lives?"

There was no sound in the coffee shop, Xiaolan clenched her fists tightly, thinking of everyone in her mind—everyone in the game.

She thought in her heart: the portal of the dungeon for the last level is in front of her eyes, everyone puts their hopes on Xiaolan, I will bring Brother Chenyu back to the game world no matter what!
But when she looked at Roland, most of her confidence in the last second was instantly shattered.

"Okay, then I'll bear with it." Xiaolan turned around and took a few steps up the stairs, then stumbled and fell down the stairs, hitting the back of her head on the counter.

She originally wanted to pretend to fall, but it seems that her body in the real world does not have the control of the game world...

Meow!

The cat was frightened and jumped onto the conference table, its paws slipped, it flopped wildly on the table for a while, jumped, stepped on Wang Chenyu's shoulders, jumped down, and got under the sofa in the booth not far behind him.

Wang Chenyu looked at the messy meeting minutes in front of him, which were almost scratched by the cat's claws, and broke the carbon pen in his hand, "Let's eat cat meat tonight..."

Roland came to Xiaolan in an instant, hugged her nervously, and shouted: "Xiaoling! Save her!"

Fang Xiaoling rushed over immediately, and put her palm on Xiaolan's head, the palm glowed with a light blue light.

The wound on the back of Xiaolan's head was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Roland finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the nameless anger suddenly rose in his heart. He turned around and shouted: "Wang Chenyu! Replace it with an elevator!!"

Wang Chenyu was bending over and grabbing the cat under the sofa. The sound made him tremble, and he was not in the mood to compete with the cat, so he ran to the stairs and snapped his fingers.

Li Mengling looked at the elevator, shook her head and said, "This elevator has a strong sense of technology, and it doesn't match the decoration style of our coffee shop at all."

"I know! I was too nervous just now." Wang Chenyu snapped his fingers again, and the mirror-like elevator instantly became made of mahogany again. "Don't worry, just come a few more times."

The elevator kept changing, and Li Xiaoyu was amazed.

But Li Mengli sat in the original position without raising her head, folded paper airplanes in her hands boredly, "I don't think it doesn't matter, anyway, we don't have customers."

"All of you, be quiet!" Roland turned back and roared, shaking Xiaolan's body lightly, "Wake up, don't you fall asleep, Xiaolan?"

Xiaolan closed her eyes and didn't want to open them—she felt very excited now, even the feeling of hunger disappeared, and she just wanted to run a few hundred meters immediately.

But she was determined to take Wang Chenyu away, and she would not open her eyes until she thought of a good way.

"Strange, the effect of [White Lotus Root] is always immediate?" Fang Xiaoling tilted her head in self-doubt, and poured a large amount of [White Lotus Root] liquid into Xiaolan's head.

Xiaolan only felt the coolness in her head, but her thinking seemed to be much more active. She suddenly thought of a good way to widen her eyes.

Seeing her open her eyes, Roland immediately asked, "Xiaolan? Are you okay? How do you feel?"

"Auntie, who are you? Where is my father?" Xiaolan blinked stupidly.

Roland froze for a moment, a strong sense of guilt welled up in her heart, causing tears to roll in her eyes, "Xiaolan, what did you say...?"

"Auntie, don't touch me!" Xiaolan broke free immediately, ran over and hugged Wang Chenyu's thigh, "Dad! Dad, will you take me home?"

"Xiaolan! What's wrong with you?" Roland stood up and walked over nervously, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Xiaolan immediately hid behind Wang Chenyu and shouted: "Don't come here! I'm afraid!"

Then there was a piercing scream.

Roland stopped immediately, she looked at Fang Xiaoling at a loss, and asked, "What's going on?"

"This... I don't know..." Fang Xiaoling looked at her palm in surprise, "I did treat her with [white lotus root]?"