Ancient holy beasts in the wealthy

With Qin Rong and Yan Youjiu leading the flight, Xin Zhu relaxed and swallowed the phone happily.

Minister Wen: "..." This is the only creature he has ever seen with the ability to regurgitate a mobile phone.

Xin Zhu looked sideways, and the bright and dark eyes moved up and down.

Minister Wen held his breath, his heart beating like a drum.He knew that this person could pinch and count, so he didn't dare to look at him for a long time.

An old man, facing Xin Zhu Qingyue's gaze, Minister Wen seemed to have returned to his primary school days.

"Are you nervous?" Xin Zhu raised his eyebrows suspiciously, he was satisfied with Comrade Lao Wen's knowledge and good manners, and he liked him very much.

Minister Wen smiled, with a benevolent eyebrow, "What did Mr. Xin see?"

"Well, my heart is not very good." Xin Zhu nodded.

Minister Wen's complexion was dark red and his skin was bruised.Looking at his face, he is expensive, but he seems to have a heart disease.

Minister Wen's pupils have shrunk, and he has been recuperating. From being bedridden to now, after a few years, he is almost no different from ordinary people.

"Let me think about it." Xin Zhu thinks this person is pretty good, and also wants a longer advertisement.

His eyes lit up, and he turned his head and spat out a bit of green grass with a "poof".

Handing the green grass that looks like fungus to Minister Wen, Xin Zhu opened his mouth under Minister Wen's tangled eyes.

"Boil water to eat, seven bowls of water for seven days, drink it and heal."

Minister Wen opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, "Mr. Xin, this is..."

"Wu Li." Xin Zhu said.When he passed Xiaohua Mountain many years ago, the villain there gave him a lot of chime stones and these things.

On the mountain of Xiaohua, there is Lily, which looks like black leeks. It grows on stones and trees, and it hurts to eat it.

Black leek is a kind of moss, and the color of Lily is emerald green, crowded together in clusters.

Minister Wen has never heard of it, but it must not be an ordinary thing, but he is just entangled in this preservation method.

"Believe it or not, eat or not is up to you." Xin Zhu glanced at him.

With a twitch of his heart, Minister Wen didn't dare to dislike him anymore.

Well, electronic products will not break, Mr. Xin's stomach is probably connected to a different dimension.

Minister Wen comforted himself in this way, in fact, he told the truth.

The three-legged Jinwu baby pretending to be a doll raised its head when it smelled something delicious.

"Chirp beep chirp beep!"

Xin Zhu raised her eyebrows: "You want to eat too?"

The baby chick raised its head: "Chirp, chirp, chirp!"

I really want to eat it.

Xin Zhu was happy, and smiled at Minister Wen: "If you don't like it, you can feed it to the chicken..."

Minister Wen: "..."

Is the boss so picky?Still ready to go back? !

Whenever there is competition, there is a market. Minister Wen stopped being hypocritical and hurriedly put away the green fungus safely.

The three-legged golden crow wanted to eat it, it was a good thing.

"I have been ill for many years, thank you Mr. Xin for your generosity." Minister Wen smiled.

Xin Zhu blinked, it was the first time he was praised for his generosity.

Eh, I'm a little happy.

"It's gone, let's eat a chime stone." When Xin Zhu raises a child, he feeds whatever he thinks of, regardless of whether it can be eaten or not.

Fortunately, the three-legged golden black skin is solid, and if it can't be digested, it will be burned to ashes and spit out.

Minister Wen was dumbfounded, watching the baby bird swallow jade.

Meiyu just twirled in Xin Zhu's hand before entering the little bird's beak, and was swallowed by the little chick.

In just a moment, Minister Wen saw that the clear emerald green, shiny and plump is the best.

emperor!king!green!

A few words popped up in my mind, Minister Wen almost had a heart attack.

Taking a few deep breaths, Minister Wen looked at Xin Zhu again, his eyes were complicated and difficult to distinguish, he never thought that it would cost so much to raise a beast.

It's hard for him, no wonder he is so picky, thinking about bonuses and subsidies.

Xin Zhu didn't know that he was misunderstood. In fact, there were so many things in his space that he didn't want to put them away.

Rather than putting a few chime stones to occupy the land, Mr. Xin wants to save a few roast chickens.

Xin Zhu and the others entered the research office of the military region. The military headquarters is located in the suburbs of Yanjing, where there are green mountains and green waters, and the environment is much fresher than that in the city.

Baby Taotie finally didn't have to hold his nose.

Yan Youjiu sent a message to Xin Zhu, got off the car halfway, and was going to visit the compound with Professor Wei.

Xin Zhu put away her mobile phone, opened the car window and looked out at the slender man.

Yan Youjiu stood by the car, holding the car door with one hand, with a half-hearted smile on the corner of her mouth, a strand of black hair was blown by the breeze.

When he looked over, his faint smile deepened, his black eyes were smudged like ink, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Standing next to the straight-as-pine soldier, he acts casually, surrounded by nobility.

"Xiaozhu, I'll wait for you." The voice was soft and persistent.

Xin Zhu hesitated for a moment, then said "En".At that moment, he had a strange feeling that Yan Youbing was a bit handsome.

The system hummed: "It's just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, and I can't..."

Xin Zhu gave a half-smile and cast a sideways glance at the system.

The system is as quiet as a chicken.

Due to special circumstances, the unlucky guy who was poisoned by the corpse was arranged in the research institute together with Mao Zong.

Mr. Xin has never been to the research institute, but he has seen end-time movies.

He turned his head and said curiously: "Do you study zombies, do you experiment on human beings?"

Minister Wen paused and looked at him blankly.

Xin Zhu: "Will your special medicine really turn you into a zombie if you smell it?"

Minister Wen sighed quietly: "Mr. Xin, movies are all deceitful, less trust is better."

Xin Zhu pursed her lips, not believing it.

Zombies have them all, so what's wrong with zombies, just because they're uglier?

Minister Wen's mouth twitched, he couldn't stop the crazy people in the world, but at least they didn't abandon their personality.

"Ahem, it's almost here." Minister Wen didn't want to say more, and the topic ended here.

The research institute is 50 meters away, and every threshold is guarded by heavy soldiers. It is difficult for flies to fly here.

The ground of the research institute is paved with light-colored marble, with a row of straight incandescent lamps.

The walls are clean and tidy, without any hanging decorations.

There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air, the smell was not strong, but the gluttonous baby still had teary eyes.

He has a keen sense of smell, which can sometimes be a torment in the modern age full of polluting waste.

Xin Zhu dug the Dansu with his fingertips, and touched the forehead of the Taotie baby.

It pinched his sense of smell.

Baby Taotie twitched its nose and twitched vigorously, and found that it was no longer uncomfortable, and immediately looked at Xin Zhu adoringly.

A pair of black eyes shone with a faint blue, like bright stars in the night sky.

Xin Zhu curled her lips and poked his face.

The delicately carved milk doll has a little vermilion on the forehead, which makes people love it just by looking at it, let alone the old man's Minister of Culture.

If he hadn't been sane enough to know that it was Taotie, he would have hugged him and held him high long ago.

After crossing the eighth threshold, they came to a hall full of technology, with a light blue screen floating in the air.

Boss Xin's eyes lit up, he stared at the screen and poked.

The little robots standing in a row imitated his movements and poked around, as if practicing cult skills.

The three people in a panic came up and surrounded several people: "Minister Wen, Minister Zhang!"

They, one woman and two men, are the only remaining fruits of a group, and the other members of the group were quarantined because of being poisoned by the corpse.

Minister Wen nodded, facing a group of people, he had the majesty of a superior.

A group of team members: "Minister Wen, please come back, is there a way? That, that..."

The three of them looked around and were strangely silent.

Minister Wen: "..."

Xin Zhu and Baby Taotie squatted together, poking the little robot one by one.

"They're so interesting." Baby Taotie said in a childlike voice, "It would be great if I could take them home, I want to give them to my brother!"

"Apprentices make a row and place them at the door." Xin Zhu waved his paw.

Feng Shu: "..."

As a filial son, Qinglong stood in front gracefully and said with a smile, "Please wait a moment."

Everyone: "..." Are you so spoiled?

Xin Zhu got up, grabbed the little chick on his head: "Change to a robot."

"Chirp beep?" The three-legged Golden Crow baby blinked blankly, then furiously blew up: "Chirp beep chirp chirp chirp chirp!"

Minister Wen: "..." I want to change, but it's impossible.

After tactfully rejecting Mr. Xin's proposal, Minister Wen briefly introduced each other.

Xin Zhu: "Boy, they don't care about you."

"Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp!" The three-legged Jinwu baby changed from the sadness of being replaced to the grief and anger of being looked down upon.

Minister Wen: "..."

After 10 minutes, they finally saw the wounded and Mao Zhi.

Baby Taotie stepped on his feet: "Ugly."

A group of wounded are all human beings, and basically have superpowers. The most seriously injured is the team leader, whose ability is to generate electricity.

He is like a storage battery, as long as it is fully charged on weekdays, it can produce lightning.

Xin Zhu blinked: "This ability is not bad."

Minister Zhang raised his head proudly. A team leader was tempered by thunder and lightning all year round, and his physique was extremely strong, even surpassing Zheng Xuan.

It was once the treasure of their town, and even the country had to weigh it.

Xin Zhu's eyes were scorching, staring at the wild rough guy up and down: "Can it be used as a power bank?"

Minister Zhang: "..."

Xin Zhu sent out a soul torture: "Do you support 220v stable electricity in the wild?"

Minister Zhang: "..."

Excuse me, farewell.

Not being able to get a response, Xin Zhu was not discouraged, and reached out curiously to touch the rough man's arm.

Feeling a ray of electricity hit his fingertips, he blinked suspiciously, and touched again.

This look of putting it down is like a disciple.

Everyone was stunned, Qinglong and a group of only women all smiled stiffly.

Qinglong turned his head silently.His parents are still alive, for the sake of family harmony, he is not going to tell Yan Youjiu what he has seen and heard.

After being touched twice, Iron Man also felt it, not to mention the leader of a group with extremely keen perception.

He opened his eyes slowly, and two lightning bolts flashed by, his sharp eyes were cold.

"Team leader, you're awake!"

"Hmm." The group leader looked at the stranger with sharp eyes.

Minister Zhang touched his nose and introduced each other.

A group of team members may have mild or severe injuries, but they are generally in good physical condition, with a high recovery rate and strong resilience.

Minister Wen was puzzled, and asked in a low voice, "Can they all be treated?"

Xin Zhu said: "Yes."

He unsealed Taotie's sense of smell, pointed to half of his arm: "Smell, Zhu Ming and Qinglong are accompanying."

Taotie nodded obediently, took a quick sniff and then waved his hand.

This taste is very strong.

"Then go." Xin Zhu waved and looked at Minister Wen: "Open the door."

Minister Wen looked shocked: "Is this all right?"

Xin Zhu let out a "hmm".Going up to the ground, even in the water, Taotie can smell it and hunt it down.

This is a talent that cannot be learned.

At least, Xin Zhu couldn't do it, his sense of smell was no better than that of ordinary people.

A group of all members were mobilized, and even alarmed the higher-ups. Tanks and other weapons were dispatched, but they failed to leave all Mao Zong behind.

The eighth group actually sent only two adults and one milk doll.

This contrast is too big.

A team leader frowned: "He's just a child, that's not an ordinary zombie."

child……

Minister Zhang sighed like a senior.

Let Taotie let go of his belly to eat, he can treat Mao Zhi like a crispy chicken.

No child is so cruel.

Xin Zhu waved his hand: "It's okay, the team leader doesn't need to worry."

A team leader frowned, his eyes were blank for a moment: Team leader, who are you talking about?

The group leader who can generate electricity is referred to as the electric group leader.

Everything went smoothly, and in the third hour of Xinzhu's roasting of the corpse poison, the three of them made a triumphant return.

Qinglong held Mao Zong who was bundled into rice dumplings by candles.

Seeing that the three of them were intact, a group of people said with difficulty: "Thank you."

Qinglong smiled and said: "It's very easy..." After receiving Xin Zhu's gaze, Qinglong's expression became solemn: "Well, it was very hard work, and we took great effort to catch it. Taotie was young and almost got scratched , Zhu Ming and I have exhausted our strength, but luckily we survived."

Xin Zhu nodded in satisfaction.

Minister Wen: "..." It's easy!You are actually relaxed!

Xin Zhu: "The task is difficult, our bonus..."

Minister Wen: "..." Pooh.

The members of one group were stunned. Is the painting style of the eighth group like this?Is it because they don't study much, or is there a strange flower in Qingyun City?

Zheng Xuan turned his head silently, he will not take the blame.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Feng Shu's face full of admiration, and a mouthful of old blood poured out.

Well, Qingyun City has outstanding people.

Thank you.

Xing Yao is the boss of a game company. He gets up early and works late every day.

Two years ago, he developed a game that was popular all over the world, and his reputation was completely established. With this game, he entered the top [-] richest people in the country.

He loves swords and guns and contradictions, but the modern society doesn't allow them to be carried, otherwise the bureau will be shut down.

Five years ago, he almost went to prison when he was born.

Later, he secretly increased his knowledge, and thus learned that there are guns that are more powerful than long knives in modern society.

So Xing Yao became a weapon enthusiast, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't open the picture and lick it every day.

When I have a thorough understanding of this world, I also plunge into it headlong.

He put his full enthusiasm into writing code, designing new code from time to time to test in the game.

The real world can't stir up wind and rain, but in the game he can turn the world upside down.

Every time the other programmers saw him, they admired his black hair and asked him how to maintain and keep his hairline.

Every time at this time, Xing Yao's heart is miserable.

The reason he's not bald is because he doesn't have a fucking head at all.

Recently he experimented with a new code, which was about sticks, and then he met a sand sculpture of a pan.

This sand sculpture technique is not good, but he can keenly sense that this person has a good sense.

It is guessed that he may actually be somewhat capable.

Xing Yao was a bit interesting. As a powerful god of war, it was the first time he saw someone who could fight him.

Then he became addicted to playing with the pan, okay, you use the pan, I use the mallet, let's not bully each other.

However, it didn't take long for him to realize that he couldn't resist, and the pan stinky shamelessly beat him up.

Xing Yao angrily wrote a code: I can't beat you, and the code can't write you?

As it turned out, he really hadn't written it.

After being hanged for the tenth time and forced to be chiseled to death by Panjing, Xing Yao angrily turned his head and threw it to the ground.

What use does he want this head for!

Then he went to bed with his bald neck.

Before going out the next day, he went into the warehouse, only to belatedly realize that all the heads he bought were used up.

This is fucked up, ever since I had a fight with Pan Jing, my head has been damaged almost every few days.

Harmful.Xing Yao's arm was throbbing with veins.

These heads are all high-tech products, and he spent all his savings and even pawned a knife and a shield to buy these heads.

In a daze, he suddenly remembered something, turned on his phone and searched for notifications.

Then, stare at the wax figure of a haunted house in a certain city.

"It's done, this is it."

Xing Yao packed up his belongings, calculated the distance between the two sides, and was pleasantly surprised to find that he could walk there in a day.

Fortunately, it's not far away, otherwise he could make the city have a few more supernatural legends.

As for why he doesn't fly.

My head is pinched flat, and the plane will not let me sit.

He sent a group message to the company, telling the employees to work hard, and he will be on a business trip for a few days.

The boss was still in Yanjing, and a naked body sneaked into the wax museum.

Tourist Huihui: "Hey! Our wax figures have no heads? It's a bit scary. Is this a new plot of the Wax Museum?"

This is the third time she has come to play. The first two times she played the castle, the hospital and the front wax museum, which was very exciting.

This time she was going to clear the Wax Museum, so she brought a few friends over.

However, a good wax figure, the head is missing.

Zhang Shaodong: "..."

Which bastard is it, the one who is scratching his head, is mad at him to death.