Ancient holy beasts in the wealthy

The old man was happily going crazy in the field, Professor Zhao watched tiredly.

Shouldn't the focus of attention at this time be that someone instantly made Hei Xiaomiao grow up?

Everyone has revealed the methods of monsters, and you are still obsessed with research.

Not afraid of being eaten.

The centaur "Da Da Da" came over, he was much taller than ordinary humans, standing in front of Professor Zhao looked like a giant.

Professor Zhao looked up little by little from his horse's hoof, and looked into the deep light blue pupils of the upper centaur.

The centaur bent slightly, patted him on the shoulder, and followed Professor Feng's gaze.

Professor Zhao suddenly felt relieved that he was understood.

"Here, it's good." The centaur smiled slightly. He didn't speak Chinese very well, so he could only give a simple word of comfort.

Compared with Professor Feng who snatched his seedlings, he has a good impression of Professor Zhao.

Professor Zhao nodded in confusion: "Thank you."

Turning his eyes around the other party, he tried his best to maintain a calm face, and said hesitantly, "What's your name?"

"Me?" The centaur tilted his head and thought for a long time to understand the general meaning, and answered stumblingly.

Centaurs are really not talented in learning languages, and they haven't learned much after many days.

Professor Zhao heard that there were foreign languages ​​in his words, and guessed that it was a foreign demon.

It turns out that monsters really have a nationality.Professor Zhao thought, and talked with him in the same language very empathetically.

The familiar mother tongue rushed into his ears, and the centaur's eyes lit up, and he was extremely happy.

Centaur: "@#￥%..."

Professor Zhao was surprised: "@#￥%..."

The centaur was once a shooter and was known as a forest hunter. His knowledge of various plants and trees is as good as any modern person.

Now he has someone who has the same hobbies and advantages as him, and he is very happy.

I wish I could drag Professor Zhao into a chat for [-] rounds.Quanshan is good, but he was overwhelmed by the language barrier.

Professor Zhao got a lot of news from the centaur in Chengfu who didn't care much.

For example, Qinglong, the secretary of Quanshan's big boss, is the one who turned his hand to help, and his force value ranks upper and higher here.

The big boss is called Xin Zhu, and he is an extremely terrifying existence that cannot be provoked.

The three little cubs, the little follower of the big boss can't be messed with either.

……

Professor Zhao's indiscriminate clichés were finally summed up in one sentence, and no one in Quanshan should be provoked.

Suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart, Professor Zhao laughed uglier than crying.

This is really a terrible wolf den.

If he knew Zhao Chengbei at this moment, the two of them would probably have a lot of topics to talk about, such as being the Zhao family and being scared crazy by Quanshan.

Professor Feng happily stepped out of the field, and when he came back with a handful of soil carefully, the two had become friends.

He found that they formed a special small world, and he could no longer get into it.

Professor Feng: "..."

Glancing vaguely at the centaur, he entered the laboratory clutching his beating heart.Or look into heart medicine.

Xin Zhu drew a symbol of the day, and the more he drew it, the more he looked like a dog's head.

He stared at the shit-like thing on the drawing paper, and spit out flames from the tip of his tongue, directly destroying the corpse.

After two days of tossing, Mr. Xin determined that he should not have the talent for painting.

Leave this kind of brain cell killing to others.

Zhang Shaodong happened to bring in a skinny man with greasy locks of hair, bearded face and ragged clothes.

He was carrying a patched package, and his whole body exuded the air of a decadent old bachelor, like a tramp.

Xin Zhu frowned slightly: "Huh? This is..."

The corner of Zhang Shaodong's mouth twitched slightly: "This is the one who painted the mural for us."

Dazed for a moment, Xin Zhu put down his brush and looked him up and down.

The man's beard covered his entire face, so that Xin Zhu couldn't see his appearance for a while, but his whole body was full of spiritual energy.

Don't look at Mai Mai Tai's unkempt appearance, even hot eyes, but his breath is clean.

Xin Zhu rubbed his chin and looked at him with great interest.

Hey this guy is interesting.

The homeless man lowered his head and followed behind with his back bent, he didn't really want to meet Xin Zhu's eyes.

Xin Zhu fiddled with the drawing paper on the table, and pointed to the seat opposite.

As soon as Zhang Shaodong saw the virtue of the pot dumper, he knew that his pot dumper was interested.

He hurriedly dragged the person to the seat, and didn't care whether his muddy and dirty body would stain the expensive leather sofa.

The decadent uncle who had been expressionless for a while paused, but quickly restrained his emotions as if everything was an illusion.

Zhang Shaodong brought the man and hurried to work.

His hair has been falling out a lot recently, and it's not because his boss is too troublesome.

The matter of the entertainment company has not yet been settled, and in a blink of an eye there is the matter of rating the scenic spots, and in a blink of an eye the pharmaceutical factory will be built.

It happened that Qin Rong and Wu Yue came, he had to discuss the entertainment company with them first.

Qin Rong and his wife agreed after many days of consideration. In Xiao's Entertainment Company, although Qin Rong signed the highest-level contract, he was still a star.

In Quanshan, Qin Rongneng was the president of Xinhuo Entertainment Company and the director of Wu Yue.

He is still very confident in their upcoming entertainment company, not to mention the support of this big family.

It's a good omen just to have a film king and a queen join just after Zhang Luo.

Zhang Shaodong left in a hurry, stopped and turned back.

He went to the restaurant to pick up special small biscuits, and came to the wishing pool to put the biscuits on a small plate.

Zhang Shaodong murmured in a low voice: "Ki carp, bless us all the best."

Elder Jin spit out a bubble speechlessly.

Zhang Shaodong complained: "Koi carp, bless the pot dumper and the little villain Pixiu who don't have time to think about unnecessary things recently."

Old Jin: "..."

Elder Jin swam around his fingers dumbfounded.He can't bless this.

His ability is a blessing to ordinary humans, but facing a mythical beast of the level of Pixiu, he thinks too much.

Zhang Shaodong wiped his face: "I'm too busy, why did I fall in love with these two ancestors?"

The young CEO shook his head, pained and happy to leave.

Old Jin: "..."

Are you here to show off? !

Going to meet Qin Rong in the reception room, Zhang Shaodong did not expect to see Xiao Shihai with a haggard look at the same time.

Zhang Shaodong was surprised for a second, and hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Xiao is here?"

Xiao Shihai raised his slightly tired face: "Mr. Zhang, I'm here this time to see Mr. Xin. If I have something to ask him to help."

Zhang Shaodong suppressed his puzzled emotions, and said with a smile: "My boss will be very happy to know that you came."

Xiao Shihai forced a smile, his brows were filled with sorrow.

Zhang Shaodong glanced at Qin Rong and asked silently.

Qin Rong shook his head indistinctly.He didn't know that it was purely a coincidence that they came together.

He had a thorough discussion with Xiao Shihai in the morning, Xiao Shihai didn't make things difficult for him, but just forced him to smile and bless him.

Qin Rong was very grateful to Xiao Shihai, but he really didn't know what happened to him.

As soon as he heard that he was coming, Xiao Shihai also followed.

Zhang Shaodong smiled and said: "Then are you going over now?" He remembered that this was a friend who was a dumper.

Xiao Shihai opened his mouth, "He should be busy now, I'll go there later."

In the rest room, Xin Zhu did not speak, and the homeless man bowed his head and did not speak.

After silently looking at it for a while, Mr. Xin was amused.

He raised his chin: "How did you get the job of painting murals before? Did you rely on this artist's demeanor?"

Xin Zhu's expression was clear and shallow, without any contempt, his eyes were full of curiosity and a smile.

The homeless man's eyes flashed, he slowly raised his eyes, and made a gasp.

Resisting the world without saying a word is like being autistic.

Xin Zhu pursed his lips, bent his eyebrows and eyes: "Join Quanshan?"

The tramp trembled, his head lowered, with a world-weary expression of refusing to talk to others.

"Your voice?" Xin Zhu rubbed her chin: "You have been framed."

This person's breath is transparent, and he is a rare cultivator in a thousand years, but there is a strangle mark on his neck.

The strangle marks are intertwined with strong love and strong hatred, hindering his study and swallowing his vitality.

But even if he was strangled by the throat, this person still achieved results.

It is conceivable how talented he is.

The homeless man froze, and suddenly looked up at him, his copper bell-sized eyes widened.

He had a look of disbelief and confusion, "Uh..."

Xin Zhu waved his hand: "I can help you break through the restriction, and you will work for me."

The homeless man was a little confused, he opened his mouth.

"Lehen has the hatred and love of your parents. Your parents should be dead, and the people who dealt with you are vicious."

As if struck by lightning, the homeless man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he gasped heavily for a few seconds.

Xin Zhu smiled: "Don't want revenge?"

The homeless man's distraught appearance immediately dissipated, and he revealed sharp and resentful eyes.

After staring at Xin Zhu for a while, he bent down and bowed deeply.

Xin Zhu raised the corner of her mouth: "Come here."

The homeless man clenched his fists and his head was buzzing. He was very confused now, and even doubted the point of his persistence all this time.

In a trance, the homeless man felt a sharp pain in his throat, his feet softened, and he swayed and fell forward.

Xin Zhu was caught off guard and hugged him straight.

Xin Zhu: "..."

A sour and smelly smell rushed into the nostrils, and suddenly he didn't hate the old dragon's smell much.

The system sighed: "Mr. Yan loves cleanliness so much, only when there is comparison can he be satisfied."

Xin Zhu: "..."

Fine.

After Yan Youjiu contacted the mayor, she happily came to claim the credit. As soon as she stepped into the meeting room, the green spring breeze rushed over her face.

His lovely wife was hugged by a wild man on the sofa...

Green and green.

The smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, and Yan Youjiu's heart felt sour, as if he had eaten dozens of lemons.

Taking big strides to push away the wild man, Yan Youjiu hugged his wife, his dark eyes were bottomless, "Who are you?"

Those deep black pupils were brewing with turbulent waves, and the thin lips that were usually smiling were drawn into a sunken straight line.

Holding Xin Zhu, Yan Youjiu glared coldly at the homeless man, and kissed him flamboyantly.

It's his wife heard no wild man!

After taking the oath of sovereignty, Yan Youjiu pierced the homeless man's eyes with condensed and menacing eyes, and the temperatureless gaze turned into a knife light.

The homeless man was stared at with suffocating horror, and his skull was covered with chills.

This man is so strong!

Yan Youjiu said with a faint smile: "Why is this gentleman making such a move? Can I sue you for harassment?"

tramp:"…………"

Enduring the pain, he stood up and tried to squeeze out a few words: "Sorry... sorry, I just... don't... be careful..."

His voice was very hoarse, like the blowing of a broken bellows, and it sounded like he hadn't spoken for many years.

The pleasant light fragrance rushed into the nostrils, and Xin Zhu's damaged sense of smell was rescued.

Crooked eyes, he gave Yan Youjiu a look of approval.

Yan Youjiu glanced at Xin Zhu's dirty clothes corner, her mood that had just eased up a little became sour again.

The cold air diffused outwards, Mr. Yan was thinking about the feasibility of killing people to silence them.

The agitated Yan Youjiu accidentally released a wisp of ghostly air, which swallowed the heat, and the room cooled down rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the warm spring-like lounge was frozen and snow condensed, and the blood of the homeless man was frozen like falling into an ice cave.

The homeless man was so startled by the sudden change that he almost had a heart attack.

Xin Zhu: "..."

Xin Zhu snorted with a half-smile, "It's almost done."

The fluttering laughter echoed in her ears, Yan Youjiu regained all her sanity, and suddenly realized something.

He smiled meaningfully at the little mentally handicapped child, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He quickly put away the ghostly energy, pretending that nothing happened.

Xin Zhu grinned, with flames twining between her teeth.

With a slight smile on his face, Yan Youjiu's heart trembled, Xiao Zhu was so angry that he spit fire.

Trying to keep calm, Mr. Yan said with a cheeky smile: "Xiao Zhu bullied you just now, and I beat you back."

Xin Zhu: "..."

Mr. Yan continued to talk nonsense in a serious manner: "We are husband and wife, and I will protect you."

Xin Zhu, Xin Zhu has a dull face and has nothing to say.

Mr. Yan, ojbk.

Yan Youjiu also has a third trick to change the subject: "By the way, I got the news that the three special tourist lines to Quanshan have been confirmed to be opened."

Xin Zhu was very surprised, and immediately attracted his attention: "Three??"

Yan Youjiu smiled: "Yes, a line passes through several tourist attractions in Qingyun City, and the end point is Quanshan."

"Yeah." Xin Zhu pursed her lips, a little happy.

Not long ago, Quanshan was an ominous place where everyone's face changed.

Now it has become a famous scenic spot in Qingyun City, and it is still developing rapidly, and it will soon become popular all over the world.

"The second one is connected to the pier, and the airport on the third day." Yan Youjiu is very satisfied with the efficiency of the city.

It is not in vain that he donated a building and two lines of buses to the city government.But he wasn't going to tell the little mentally handicapped about it.

Xin Zhu squinted happily, and said, "It's pretty good."

Yan Youjiu wanted to kiss her dear one, but the homeless man had no eyesight at all, so he glanced uncomfortably.

Xin Zhu: "Leave the promotional brochure to Zhao Chengbei to complete, if the Quanshan logo..."

After talking in a circle, he went back to the tramp.

Xin Zhu frowned and said, "I'll leave the sign to you, is it okay?"

The homeless man was a little dazed, he stared blankly at the two embracing each other.

Yan Youjiu hooked her lips with a smile, and there was no smile in her eyes: "Are you Xiaozhu's new recruit?"

The homeless man trembled, lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "Ah, yes, I am..."

Yan Youjiu said with a faint smile, "Thank you for your hard work."

The homeless man shook his head: "No, I will..."

After confirming again and again that this person is indeed not threatening, Yan Youjiu's unfriendly eyes are only a little friendly.

When the person finally left, he said softly: "Why did Xiaozhu recruit him?"

This person is ugly and so weak...

Just such a person met his wife, Yan Youjiu whimpered bitterly.Touching the surviving hair, his eyes were dark and dull.

Xin Zhu narrowed his eyes: "Zhang Shaodong said that Quanshan needs an art department, and I think he is suitable."

Xin Zhu touched his chin with great interest.

A person who can paint ordinary murals with soul cannot be underestimated.He wondered how far the man could go without the shackles.

Yan Youjiu: "..."

Is his little mentally retarded man admiring wild men in front of him? !

Mr. Yan turned into lemon essence.

No, just thinking about it makes him sore, he can't bear the stimulation.

Ding dong.Xin Zhu raised her eyebrows, quickly scanned WeChat, and clicked on the voice to reply.

Within 3 minutes, Zhang Shaodong walked in with Xiao Shihai.

Xin Zhu raised her eyes and blinked in surprise.

He met Xiao Shihai's face, it was a great luck, why is there still a layer of black mist now.

This very faint wisp of black mist is full of death and evil spirits, and it should have rubbed against it from somewhere else.

Xin Zhu raised her eyebrows curiously: "What did you meet?"

Xiao Shihai's expression paused, his breathing became slightly heavier, and at the same time he heaved a sigh of relief: "Mr. Xin, did you see it?"

Xin Zhu was very puzzled by his appearance, "Well, it's evil spirit."

Xiao Shihai nodded heavily: "Yes! I was wondering if I was thinking too much."

Xin Zhu: "Huh?"

Xiao Shihai: "My younger sister got the flu, but now she is going to die, there is nothing I can do..."

The hospital was overcrowded, even if he went to a specialist, it would be of no avail.

It was obviously just a small cold, why did it go up to depriving his sister's life?

Xiao Shihai wanted to come to pray for blessings, and hoped that Mr. Xin would help.

Xin Zhu narrowed his eyes gradually: "Impossible. I look at your face, your family will go well under your good luck..."

"Unless..." is something wrong.