Global Cards: I Create Eastern Mythic Card Deck

Sitting on the sofa in the villa, listening to Brother Zongzi's constant "snoring", Ji Nian couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

This day's experience couldn't help but make him feel a little tired.

He took the envelope Yan Lou had given him out of his pocket, and when he took a quick look, he saw a thick stack of agreements inside.

After a brief glance, I found that it was full of commitments and regulations.

It just means that if he is willing to transfer to No. 1 Middle School, he can receive benefits such as materials, resources, money, "car" and house.

In the next few decades, as long as Yi Zhong is not a prostitute and he is still alive, various guarantees and supplies will continue to be provided.

"looks good."

Ji Nian said and threw the agreement aside.

He is not a short-sighted person who will be blinded by temporary gains. No matter how good the conditions offered by No. 1 Middle School are, they can't compare with Uncle Dong.

That's "general". Anyone with a little bit of common sense knows what these two words mean.

"Top thighs." Ji Nianxin said.

Although Su Wen and Fan Lei did not perform very well, in terms of office power, they are still the top leaders of a city.

But even such characters, in Uncle Dong's eyes, are just two unworthy things, "pure losers."

When Su Wen mentioned Uncle Dong, his face was full of awe.

From this we can see that Uncle Dong's strength and status are probably unmatched by anyone in the current Taoyuan.

Although he didn't know why the other party chose Taoyuan, a city with poor conditions in all aspects, to retire after retiring to the second line, he was too lazy to think about the brain circuits of these big shots.

Just hug your thighs.

"I don't even know who the new principal of No. 3 Middle School is, and the sources of information for this middle school are not very reliable..."

Ji Nian thought to himself, then picked up the agreement he had just thrown on the sofa and threw it into the trash can: "It's not worth my trust."

"The main reason is that I'm too stingy. It's such a big envelope, and I don't even think about putting tens of thousands of dollars or a few pieces of material in it. There's no sincerity at all."

After saying that, Ji Nian yawned, stretched, and went straight upstairs:

He is going to explore the [Shenglong Midnight Smile County Office] near the base tonight, so he needs to take a good rest to replenish his energy.

"Brother Zongzi, good night."

He was in a good mood and said softly, waving to the coffins placed in the hall.

"Haha..."

Brother Zongzi hummed low and muffled, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

Ji Nian was about to say something when he suddenly learned through feedback that the other party was on the verge of upgrading. He instantly swallowed the words that slipped to his lips.

"Zong...Brother Zang, have a good rest." He said softly, turned around and stepped onto the stairs, with a smile on his face: "You are lucky if you can sleep well, young people should sleep more!"

Needless to say, this world is really unfair. Many Kaling go through fire and water for card masters, go through fire and water, and after decades, they may not have the opportunity to upgrade.

Brother Zongzi only eats and sleeps, and his daily life is more comfortable than that of Ji Nian, a card maker. He only has to play games in the coffin with a smartphone, and the result is like drinking water.

"Practice a cheating device, right? What kind of protagonist treatment?"

Ji Nian couldn't help but complain that Zongzi Brother's skill characteristics make it difficult not to doubt that he is actually the protagonist of the card world.

"Ho ho..." Brother Zongzi agreed.

Ji Nian was happy when he heard the sound, turned around and went upstairs to rest.

At the same time, Uncle Dong, who was standing in front of the villa, glanced at the agreement in the trash can, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"Good boy."

He whispered, took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, took out a cigarette, pinched the filter tip with two fingers, raised his hand to light it, and started smoking in reverse.

Just as the white smoke was rising, the door light came on, making his face bright and dark.

After smoking a cigarette, he raised his hand and brushed away the traces of his presence.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket, dialed a number, and said unceremoniously as he walked: "Kid, I've made arrangements for my students."

"Uncle Dong, the number of referrals is limited, so it's a bit difficult..." The middle-aged man on the other side of the phone looked a little embarrassed.

"What's the matter? Uncle Dong has withdrawn from the second line and is having trouble speaking?"

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man immediately changed his words: "Don't dare, don't dare, Uncle Dong said, I have to do it even if it's difficult, I must be able to do it!"

"Stop trying to earn favors from me. I've been working as an official for a few years. I haven't learned anything good. I'm just learning these disgusting things."

Uncle Dong said with a raised eyebrow: "Hurry up and get the matter done, or you won't do it anymore!"

"Do it now, do it now."

The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at the energetic and handsome young man on the screen, and couldn't help but muttered: "Anniversary..."

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"Ahem...what a strange smell, so unpleasant."

A few hours later, Ji Nian woke up from his sleep.

What woke him up was not the alarm clock that had been set in advance, but an extremely strong rotten smell.

"It's like the pork that hasn't been sold in the summer market for a long time was thrown into the smelly trash can...it makes people want to vomit..."

Ji Nian coughed twice more, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the whole room was filled with dark green mist.

"what's the situation?"

Just when he was doubting, an emotion of joy came to him through the sea of ​​consciousness - Brother Zongzi's breakthrough is tonight!

"So fast!"

Ji Nian said something excitedly.

This was a complete surprise for him.

No matter how strong the excitement is, it can't suppress the physical offense.

He grabbed Yingtai, who had appeared at an unknown time and was squatting beside the bed, waving his little hands constantly, trying to help him dispel the stench. Ji Nian stepped on his shoes and rushed outside.

"Phew, finally alive."

Looking back at Tombstone Villa, where green smoke was rising, Ji Nian took a deep breath of fresh air.

"I can't stay in this room tonight. Fortunately, I slept for a few hours and I'm not very sleepy now."

Ji Nianxin said, raised his wrist and looked at the time: "Eight-thirty in the evening... not too early and not too late is just right."

After saying that, he raised his hand and the figures of Master Seven and Master Eight appeared instantly.

After briefly adjusting his condition, he took the map and walked straight to the direction of the ghost nest marked on the map.

On an early autumn night, the moon is cold and the fog is cold.

Walking in the forest, you can occasionally see a few animals passing by.

Yingtai held a long bow and moved his eyes, looking eager to try.

But as if she was afraid of delaying the official business of counting the years, she finally hung the long bow on her back after blinking.

"After the ghost nest is cleared, I'll let you hunt to your heart's content." Ji Nian promised from the side.

As of now, he has not yet figured out the upgrade logic of Yingtai.

read? in love?

"They all look a bit unreliable."

But no matter what, it is always right to satisfy his personal preferences.

Maybe when she's in a good mood, she'll "fart" like Brother Zongzi and level up.

"The little girl doesn't want to be so embarrassed."

Yingtai blinked, not quite understanding the meaning of chronology.

But still through his expression, he noticed the offensive meaning of these words, and couldn't help showing a little "anger".

But the thought of being able to hunt later made me feel happy within two seconds.