Chapter 115 Looking for the Unicorn

Chapter 115 Looking for the Unicorn

"Our adorable rainbow pony!"

"For My Little Pony!"

"My man wants My Little Pony!"

The Billionaire Company is conducting a pre-war mobilization, although the mobilization slogan looks very weird.

Wan Yi, the director of the company, was wearing an evil black robe, a suit under the black robe, and a pair of sunglasses, revealing his sinister aura: "Hmph, My Little Pony will definitely fall into our hands. My Little Pony's The surrounding items will definitely fetch a good price.”

"Isn't it a unicorn? Why did you turn into a My Little Pony?"

"Isn't a unicorn a My Little Pony?"

"In my opinion, unicorns should be regarded as a subordinate branch of My Little Pony."

"Does that mean a unicorn is not necessarily a My Little Pony?!"

"Oh! Shet!"

All the Wan Yihui meetings were closed, and mobilization was no longer carried out. I suddenly lost interest.

The company manager threw his black robe on the ground: "Let's go have barbecue tonight."

"What are you going to do?" Suddenly, Wan Yi, a secretary, turned into Wan Yi's true form and appeared on the scene with a cat knife. He had the momentum of feeding all the cats if you play tricks.

"Go get My Little Pony!"

"Go, go, go!"

Immediately, Wan Yi cheered up and rushed out of the conference room shouting loudly again.

The supervisor turned to look at Wan Yi: "It's a bit of a surprise when you come out."

Maomao Knife turned back into Mr. Mask. By the way, today's Mr. Mask is Napoleon Cat. This is Wan Yi's request. It's just that he suddenly wanted to see the short-footed cat. He has no dissatisfaction with the Western countries.

What's more, the history here is different and there doesn't seem to be that person.

The Maomao Knife was not convenient to use casually here, so he took out the fresh and hot Soul-Eating Wand.

Holding this wand makes you feel a feeling of hunger deep in your soul. According to Mr. Yang, if ordinary people hold this wand for too long, they will turn into pseudo-soul-eating monsters controlled by the wand.

But there is no doubt that his gentle mental power has become aggressive with the blessing of this wand.

"Let's go, I also want to see our rainbow pony." Wan Yi said.

The supervisor curled his lips.

After all, it is still Wan Yi.

…

The green mountains and green waters are filled with natural primitive vitality, and the grass and trees sway gently in the wind. They are still a little moist because of the rain that just passed in the early morning. There is a faint muddy smell in the air, which is refreshing mixed with the forest air.

A group of people were walking in this mountain forest. They were wearing beautiful mysterious robes, symbolizing their superior status.

Leading them was a young man with a simple temperament.

"There is a river ahead, and that is where it often appears. If someone in our village is injured or sick, they will be sent there." The young man said while leading the way.

The mystics looked at each other and said, "Thank you, kid. We will make a large donation to your village to help you build it."

The young man nodded, noncommittal.

This group of people suddenly appeared in the village this morning and said they were looking for the unicorn hiding near the village.

They made it clear that they wanted to take him away.

The village was immediately filled with indignation and wanted to drive them out, and then they were all subdued.

Then they made a suggestion, saying that as long as they could lead them to find a unicorn, they could provide funding to the village, so that more young people would have the opportunity to go outside, so that the village would no longer be isolated and truly develop.

But if they are unwilling to lead the way, they will also need to pay a price for offending the mystic.

The mystic master did not elaborate on the price, but it was self-evident in his words.

This young man stood up in time, because among the people arrested were his father and his son, he couldn't just sit idly by.

But in terms of the outcome, he may still become the one despised by the villagers.

Because he betrayed the strange unicorn that had been helping them.

"The water element has become richer. He is right." A mystic said.

They continued on and soon saw a small river.

There are some wild animals drinking water on the edge of the river beach.

"This is it." The young man said.

"Okay, as long as it does appear next, we will follow the agreement." The leading mystic said with a gentle smile.

The waiting time was boring. After a mystic cast a secret spell, they sat down and took out white bread and milk to eat.

"This is our second core. The unicorn has a gentle temperament and won't spend too much effort." One person said.

"Our number of cores is smaller than that of the East. We only need seven. Now the number we have left is only half of theirs." One person said with a smile.

"This is not something to be happy about. The small number and weak strength are proof that our mysterious inheritance is not as stable as theirs, so we need to prepare more for the formation itself. Otherwise, even if we succeed, we may not have the expected effect. ." The leading man said very calmly.

“But we boldly venture into the intersection of mystery and reality, and that’s our strength.”

The leading man shook his head: "Mystery is mystery, reality is reality, and cannot be mixed at will. Those who only pursue the surface cannot understand the ultimate mystery."

"Daroll, you're so old-fashioned!"

"That's right, you must have been fascinated by the Eastern style when you were studying abroad!"

Darol shook his head and stopped talking to them.

Although he is the team leader, these people are not his familiar subordinates. It is obvious that someone in the department is unhappy with him, but it is normal. He knows that his persistence conflicts with the current mysterious pattern of the West.

Anyway, after he completed this last thing as a reward for the Western homeland that raised him and made him a talented person, he was ready to find a mysterious college to live in, and live a life of occasionally teaching and educating people, and delving into the depths of the mystery.

"Sos, why don't you say a word? You've been so silent since you had diarrhea at the airport."

After being unable to chat with the team leader, they no longer asked for trouble. After looking for a new topic, they saw their teammates who remained silent behind them.

Soth looked up and looked pale: "There is definitely something wrong with the braised food in that hotel!"

"Who told you to eat that weird thing? I felt sick when I looked at it."

"Oriental dishes, I just want to try them."

"The result is that you may have to say goodbye to your gut at an early age."

Everyone laughed, and the forest was filled with happy air.

Soss stopped talking, clutching his stomach and tightening his grip.

Darol glanced at Soth, shook his head, turned his head and closed his eyes to meditate.

The young man looked at what they were talking about and didn't understand much, but he was on pins and needles.

Suddenly, a white figure flashed across the grass in the distance.

Darol opened his eyes suddenly: "Quiet, the target is here."

Others still had such professional qualities for the time being, so they immediately put away their casual attitude and prepared for the attack.

They all drew their weapons.

Some of them had standard wands, some had more direct swords, and one even took out a machine gun with an inscription on it.

A snow-white, graceful "horse" walked out of the forest. What was different from the horse was that it had a long, spiral horn protruding from its head.

A pair of blue eyes are rippling in the water, but the hooves on the mud are spotless, revealing a dreamlike temperament.

"It's so beautiful, it's the most beautiful unicorn I've ever seen!"

"Yeah, a unicorn in captivity is nothing compared to it."

Someone whispered.

"The unicorn is timid and docile. We should not disturb it and quickly subdue it and capture it," Darrow said.

"Why not let this young man go? Doesn't it mean that the injured can get its help?" The man with the gun suddenly suggested.

Everyone suddenly felt that this seemed like a good idea.

"Idiot!" Darol suddenly cursed in a suppressed voice.

As a veteran and well-known mystic master, his aura immediately overwhelmed everyone.

"When did the mystic master need to use a mortal as bait to achieve his goal?" Dallol asked sharply.

No one answered.

After they became mystics and were influenced by the Western Mystery Bureau, they all thought that they were superior to ordinary people, but the logic given by Darol left them speechless.

In other words, even if they dare to refute, they don't dare to make fun of Darol who is now serious.

"Use me as the leader and spread out the formation."

Darol turned his head and continued to look at the pure unicorn, and ordered in a deep voice.

They can only comply.