Starting from the Zhang family of the stolen pen to start the disco therapy

The ceremony had been relatively successful to this point. At least Zhang Qiyuan had a deeper understanding of the authority of wisdom. Maybe he could snatch more of it after he returned.

The power of harvest permeates this land. The Zhang family, blessed by the goddess of harvest, will never lack rare medicinal materials in the future.

You get what you sow.

The misty moonlight dissipated, and the magic circle carved by Zhang Qiyuan also disappeared. The illusion on his body dissipated, revealing his face.

However, from another perspective, perhaps what is dispersing is the truth.

Before the awakened Zhang family could even wonder what was happening, perhaps their memories had already been blown away by the wind, they were soon attracted by the golden unicorn...

When the mist receded, Jin Qilin wanted to leave, but Zhang Qiyuan grabbed one of his legs. Then, Jin Qilin, who was left behind, accepted the overwhelming love from his tribe members...

Even the golden qilin, which has the merit of protecting the body, can't stand it, because even unicorns come to rub against it.

The golden unicorn, unable to bear it any longer, let out a roar and launched a sonic attack, then whooshed into the sculpture and disappeared.

Zhang Qilin, who was accompanied by the moonlight, had to clean up the mess and comforted Jin Qilin all night, because Jin Qilin felt wronged and didn't want to become a tattoo...

Zhang Qilin held the golden Qilin in his arms, and a thought flashed through his mind: Zhang Qiyuan's skill in creating nightmares seemed to be getting more and more sophisticated...

Then, Zhang Qilin's wrist shook.

The Zhang family members in the square witnessed the miracle of their patriarch for the first time, and they all went crazy. Led by Zhang Qiyuan, they immediately started a party.

As a witness, Zhang Haike looked at Zhang Qiyuan with a severe trance. He looked down at the ground beneath his feet, and there was no trace on it.

He took out the medicine box, counted it, and found that a blood-replenishing pill was missing.

"I'm not crazy." Zhang Haike breathed a sigh of relief.

He never wanted to experience that kind of scene again in his life.

Although it was not a direct encounter with the gods, Zhang Haike's attitude towards the experience of being so close to the gods was pure Versailles to the believers! !

Of course, later on, Zhang Haike discovered that the blessing effect of this ceremony was so great that the physical fitness of the Zhang family members improved by several levels, and several mutant little Qilins also appeared...

The most important thing is that the Zhang family has achieved self-sufficiency in medicinal materials.

Regardless of climate or soil, you don’t have to worry about anything. Just plant it and it will survive…

Zhang Haike, who had contradicted himself, wanted to pester Zhang Qiyuan to hold a ceremony again, but how could Zhang Qiyuan do as Zhang Haike wished? He said he had no time and ran around all over the world, but he couldn't be found at all.

What a joke! This is a losing business. Zhang Qiyuan doesn’t want to do it again!

At this moment, it is two o'clock in the morning at Zhangjia Square.

The excited Zhang family didn't want to sleep and just wanted to have fun. The talented little Zhangs took turns to perform, some played the saxophone, some played the piano, some played the harmonica, some played the drums...

This is the Western musical instrument group, and there is also a classical music group, including the guzheng, qin, erhu... uh, the one playing the suona, Xiao Zhang, just raised the suona to play, but was slapped back by Xiao Zhang next to him.

The chefs brought out the grills and marinated and grilled skewers of meat on the spot, as well as roasted suckling pigs and whole lambs...

Zhang Xiaoshui, whose mind was still not quite clear, was dragged over to act as a temporary faucet, which won unanimous praise from the chefs.

The little Zhangs who are good at magic learn from Zhang Qiyuan how to use fluorescent flashes to set off fireworks.

Zhang Haike directed his secretarial team to prepare alcoholic beverages, while the security team was responsible for maintaining order.

He watched Xiao Zhang and the others compete in somersaults...

After somersaults for a long time, everyone felt bored, so they started a high jump competition. After playing for a while, they also felt bored and suggested adding a shooting event.

Xiao Zhang, who was jumping high, held an apple on his head, and Xiao Zhang, who was shooting, aimed at the apple, but the apple kept falling down, so when he aimed, he not only shot through the apple, but also often shot through Xiao Zhang's arms and legs.

The researchers from the research institute came on the scene at this time. If there was a bullet, they would remove it and bandage the wound. If there was no bullet, they would just... ignore it.

Xiao Zhang and his friends are very tough.

The square was a place where demons were dancing wildly, and because of the arrival of several large cannons, it attracted everyone's attention.

"This is a firework cannon specially made for the clan leader!"

“Is it majestic enough?!”

"The chieftain is not here, but we can fire a few more shots to celebrate for him!"

"Yes! Maybe the clan leader will see it when he looks up!"

"The clan leader loves looking at the sky the most!"

……

Zhang Qilin: Listen to me, thank you!!

There were too many Xiao Zhangs who wanted to set off firecrackers, so Zhang Haike had to let them line up and take turns. They could only set off firecrackers once, not more than once.

In order to ensure fairness and justice in the lottery process, a notary public needs to be selected.

Zhang Qiyuan was the first to raise his hand: "I'll do it! I'll set off some fireworks for you to see, and then I'll be your notary!!"

"No, the chairman loves to set off fireworks, so he definitely doesn't keep his word!"

“We all love to use big cannons in our family!”

"Does Xiaoge like it?"

Grindelwald exclaimed, "I like it very much!"

"Okay, this one won't work either!"

Finally, Zhang Haike asked the research institute to bring out their giant computers and use iron lumps in base 01 to draw numbers for them.

So, the Zhang family, who were partying all night, continued to have loud firecrackers and fireworks until the sun came out, and Zhang Haike received a complaint call from his neighbor.

"Chairman, it's a call from the Hong Kong Inspectorate." Zhang Haike frowned after answering the call. The Zhang family does not want to confront the inspectorate head-on at the moment.

Zhang Qiyuan looked at the singing and dancing little Zhangs. He sat on the steps and drank a drink: "The gifts haven't arrived yet?"

Zhang Haike shook his head: "We have given away hundreds of thousands of dollars. We have already given away five times this year."

In fact, Zhang Haike also understood the inspector. No one would feel at ease after setting off fireworks for a whole night.

But, are Zhang Haike and Zhang Qiyuan the kind of people who are good at self-reflection?

What they are probably best at is pleasing themselves and solving problems.

For example, now, they are all thinking about how to solve this problem.

"Is the inspector new?" Zhang Qiyuan put down the cup, feeling warm in the sunlight.

Zhang Haike knew what Zhang Qiyuan meant: "It's a ghost."

"That's easy. You talk to Tom and ask his Death Eaters to take action." Zhang Qiyuan took another drink and handed it to Zhang Haike. There was a smile in his eyes, as if he was talking about the weather.

"In return, we can also send people when Tom needs it."

Zhang Haike took the drink and took a big sip. He was infected by Zhang Qiyuan's calm and relaxed attitude. Perhaps it was because he had experienced the extremely strange ceremony, he felt that he was now omnipotent.

"Well, are you sending someone from our family?"

Zhang Qiyuan pointed at the Zhang family members who were waving small sticks to grill meat and said, "People from our family are not strangers to the magic world."

"The people from Quan Xing?" Zhang Haike's mind was quick. "Will they be obedient?"

"Zhang Xiaojiong will make them obedient." Zhang Qiyuan straightened the messy hem of his skirt. The little black snake shuttled between the red folds, which was confusing and weird.

Zhang Haike took a look, shuddered, and immediately retracted his gaze, saying, "Chairman, are you an evil god?"

Zhang Qiyuan, who was adjusting the hem of his skirt, glanced at Zhang Haike in surprise. He smiled sweetly: "What do you think?"

Zhang Haike slapped himself in the face: "I slipped my tongue."

“Hehe, how could the real evil god play games with you for so many years?” Zhang Qiyuan stood up, his body blocking the sun, his red skirt swaying in the wind.

A chilly chill enveloped Zhang Haike. He looked at Zhang Qiyuan and leaned over slightly, saying softly, "Are you scared? My dear little guest, welcome to a brand new world."

Zhang Haike met Zhang Qiyuan's extremely dark eyes and was so frightened that he fell down the stairs and fell on his butt.

"Hahahahahahaha, you coward!! Hahahahaha, damn evil god!!!" Zhang Qiyuan stood with his hands on his hips and laughed. He used to be just an ordinary cultist. As a kind and righteous god, he had even killed the evil god!

Has he ever boasted about such a great achievement?

hum.

Zhang Haike was hit in the face by this series of laughter, and in an instant, all his fear disappeared.

He didn't know whether Zhang Qiyuan was an evil god or not! !

He just knew that he had been fooled.

Moreover, no matter how weird it is, it is at most an evil unicorn! !

The evil unicorn is still a unicorn! Even in the Zhang family, it has to lie down! !

Zhang Haike got up fiercely, looked at Zhang Qiyuan who was running away, and roared: "Come here!! I promise I won't beat you to death!!! Zhang Qiyuan!!!!!!"

All the fear and panic turned into anger.

In the end, the fire did not burn Zhang Qiyuan, but directly burned a manor in the British Empire far away in the West.

The port inspector returned home to attend the funeral and died on the way.

In troubled times, losing a few lives is not a big deal.

The whole family is together, and it is a very "merciful" act.