Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Slag Abuse Project

Chapter 135 The President Is Picking Up Trash 5
He was taken aback for a moment, almost thinking that he had an auditory hallucination, but when he met Shang Qingyun's firm eyes, these eyes...

There was a trace of hesitation on Feng Zixuan's face. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on his face, coating his side face with a layer of golden light. At that moment, his deep eyes seemed to be shining with brilliant golden light, and his whole person was like a god. .

Emma, ​​this year is so good, and if you keep up with nutrition in the future, you will definitely be a handsome guy who can tear the sky.

He is handsome and has a warm personality. If he returns to the Song family in the future, he will be the dream lover that countless women crazily pursue.

Qingyun is now like an old mother looking after her child. The more she looks at it, the more she feels that Feng Zixuan is too perfect. She must work hard for her son's future happiness.

Come on, come on, daddy!

Qingyun raised his little paw with glowing eyes, trying to make a "V" for himself, but the paws were connected together, so he could only raise it symbolically and then put it down.

But if you want to help Feng Zixuan, first of all, you will definitely not be able to do it if you are a weakling and a little bitch.

Qingyun had an idea, maybe she could use Moli's cultivation method, you must know that in Moli's world, all monster races can cultivate human form.

It's just that the aura in this world is thin, and it is said that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, there was a ban on animals not being able to become spirits. She probably couldn't cultivate a human form, so it should be no problem to use it to strengthen her body and protect Feng Zixuan.

So that night, after Feng Zixuan fell asleep, Qingyun quietly left the tent, sat outside and freed his mind to sense the aura around him.

Although this was Qingyun's first self-cultivation, he quickly sensed the aura around him.

She recited the mantra silently, absorbed the aura into her body, and then circulated continuously along the meridians in her body.

What's more embarrassing is that the meridians of humans and animals are different. Qingyun can't run the big and small circles according to the previous method, and can only store spiritual power in the meridians temporarily.

However, the meridians are very thin, and Qingyun didn't dare to continue after practicing for a while. If the meridians were burst by spiritual power, it would be troublesome.

Qingyun sneaked back into the tent, lay down on the plastic sheet and continued to sleep.

The next morning Feng Zixuan prepared a steamed bun for her as usual, and then went to school.

As soon as Feng Zixuan left, Qingyun immediately opened his eyes, got up and moved around, and felt that after practicing yesterday, his body seemed to be stronger, at least he could walk on four legs without wobbling.

It seems that cultivation is still very useful, and it is necessary to continue tonight.

She jumped off the bridge, went to the river to wash up, and then set off to the police station in the county for a walk, familiarized herself with the route, and went to the neighborhood of Feng Zixuan's adoptive parents' home to inquire about news.

Feng Zixuan's adoptive father is called Feng Jiannan. As the name suggests, he is indeed a bitch. At the beginning, the husband and wife ran to the county from the countryside to set up a steamed stuffed bun shop. After earning some money, he began to go out secretly to find the lady, but it made his belly bigger. Divorced and married that young lady, gave birth to another son, continued to run the steamed stuffed bun shop, and lived happily ever after.

Feng Zixuan's adoptive mother, Wang Qiuju, was not a good person either. She was infertile, so she secretly spent money to make a false certificate, saying that Feng Jiannan was infertile.

Then she bought two-year-old Feng Zixuan from someone else. Because she was not her biological child, she was unambiguous in her behavior. She let Feng Zixuan, who was a little older, wash clothes and cook at home every day. If Feng Zixuan hadn't been lucky enough to have a full meal, he would have died from all the trouble.

Later, the couple got divorced, and Feng Jiannan knew that Wang Qiuju had lied to him, so he took advantage of this to sell the house in the county seat, and returned the [-] deposit to Wang Qiuju.

Wang Qiuju, who was divorced, relied on some money in his hands to marry a man whose wife had died and brought a child. This man was honest and a bus driver, and Wang Qiuju lived a very happy life.

As for Feng Zixuan, Feng Jiannan and Wang Qiuju had long forgotten about him. After the two divorced, they were afraid of being attached to Feng Zixuan, so they directly said that he was adopted and they had no obligation to raise him, so they drove him away.

Qingyun sneaked into Feng Jiannan's neighborhood, just as Feng Jiannan was walking downstairs with his one-year-old son in his arms. When the little kid saw Qingyun, his eyes lit up, and his chubby little finger pointed at Qingyun and shouted: "Dog, dog..."

As he spoke, he struggled to get off Feng Jiannan's body and touch her.

Seeing his saliva dripping, Qingyun ran away with a look of disgust.

When the little kid saw Qingyun running away, he immediately cried loudly, shouting: "Dog! Dog!"

Feng Jiannan felt sorry for his precious son and immediately held him in his arms to catch Qingyun.

Yo, my old lady ignored you, and you came to provoke me!Then don't blame me for being ruthless!
Qingyun squatted still. As soon as Feng Jiannan stretched out his hand, she turned her head and grabbed Feng Jiannan's thumb.

Feng Jiannan yelled "Aww" in pain, his son couldn't care less, and he was about to hit Qingyun when he fell to the ground.

Qing Yun ruthlessly bit off Feng Jiannan's thumb at the root, and then ran away with the severed finger in his mouth. When he passed a smelly puddle, he spat it into it.

Hmph, the severed finger is contaminated, even if you find it, you can't take it back.

Feng Jianan, you will be disabled for the rest of your life!
For money, he and Wang Qiuju teamed up to send Feng Zixuan to the operating table and died alive by gouging out his heart. This minor injury was regarded as the interest recovered.

Qingyun strode away triumphantly with his short legs, and then went to the next target, the place where Wang Qiuju lived.

Wang Qiuju lived in an old community. The house was bought by her newly married man a long time ago. The environment of the community was not good, it looked dusty, there was no guard at the gate, and there were stray dogs and cats everywhere.

Qingyun swaggered into the community, and when he passed the garbage bin, he saw a group of cats and dogs digging through the garbage. A pile of garbage was scattered on the ground, and the stench was overwhelming.

Qingyun stayed away in disgust, but unexpectedly, when the group of dogs saw a strange puppy approaching, they mistook Qingyun for food, and immediately glared at her. One of the dogs, a big yellow dog with a strong physique, rushed at her. Issued a low roar of anger to demonstrate.

Qingyun: ...

Neuropathy?

Qingyun didn't want to talk to them, and walked forward directly.

After a few steps, I heard cheers of "Wow, woof" from behind, and a group of dogs howled: "Boss is mighty! Boss is powerful! That coward was scared away by you!"

Qingyun: ...

Do all stray dogs suffer from secondary illness?
Proud of cooperating with a pack of big dogs to scare away a newborn puppy?
No wonder some people say "silly dog", this is simply a bunch of sand sculptures!

Everyone used to say that dogs are friendly, but co-authored friendliness is only for humans?

Qingyun felt that his world view was being challenged.

She turned her head to look at the group of silly dogs, feeling that they deserved a beating.

No, don't be impulsive.

She is still just a little milk dog, she ran over rashly, if she was beaten to the ground, it would seem a bit embarrassing?
Emmmmm, it seems that I have to go back and strengthen my practice. Next time I come, I must hang up this group of sand sculptures, and take them as little brothers by the way, so that she will have a lot of eyeliner running around.

(End of this chapter)