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

After the ban was lifted, Zhang Qiyuan immediately summoned his throne, adjusted the crown on his head, and the legendary magic book automatically floated to his hand.

The cold and sticky sea water became warm, and the whispers and pollution that had squeezed into my mind gradually dissipated.

Zhang Qiyuan hooked his finger, and a golden cage floated over.

"Tsk, so violent." Zhang Qiyuan looked at the tattered golden cage. The tentacles curled up inside were unable to break through the membrane and looked a little irritable.

Zhang Qiyuan was not unreasonable. He first cast a fire spell, and a series of fireballs, each as big as the sun, hit the tentacles accurately.

"I was greedy at the beginning, I was sorry for you, and when I left, I pulled away a tentacle."

"But the headquarters deducted a lot of points from me. Why are you so fussy about it?"

Haha, the stingy headquarters didn’t give our boss Wu any compensation at all!!

The people at the headquarters were also unwilling to work with Boss Wu, simply because the pollution was too severe.

They don’t have as strong tolerance as Zhang Qiyuan!

After Zhang Qiyuan apologized, which he thought was sincere, he kicked lightly, and the tassel of fate swung, and the long river of time fell, washing away time and space.

"Let's do another Silent Annihilation."

Combined with the sense of decay after being washed away by time and space, it has a unique beauty.

Zhang Qiyuan watched the deep sea he was in slowly moving away from the higher dimension. He wanted to take the opportunity to extract the pollution from his soul, but he helplessly discovered that this pollution had already merged with him.

He processed the souls in batches, kneaded them into balls, and no matter how he looked at them or beat them, he could not pull out a trace of pollution.

The deep sea scroll burned out bit by bit. Zhang Qiyuan sat in the stove, silently looking at the ashes in front of him. He had an expressionless face and reached out to pinch the residue.

A flash of lightning passed by, and the last ashes turned to dust.

After the system beeping sound faded away, Zhang Qiyuan suddenly felt very tired. Perhaps he had wronged Boss Wu all along.

His pollution arises from his own consciousness and cannot be eradicated.

In other words, he might be a carrier of some neurological genes, and then he would have an attack when he encountered any stimulation one day.

Could it be that the father Ms. Wen found for him was a crazy man? ?

Otherwise, where would genes of this level of pollution come from?

He didn't think Ms. Wen was crazy, she just liked to act crazy occasionally. There were several mothers like her in their class, and she wasn't unique.

Zhang Qiyuan slumped in the stove like a boneless man, and had to accept one thing, that is, he might really be sick? ?

"But I didn't do anything that would harm the universe."

Zhang Qiyuan hugged himself aggrievedly.

A bunch of bad guys at the headquarters!! Bullying people!!

Zhang Qiyuan was feeling sad about the passing of time when a black head poked its head in from the stove. He wanted to leave but reached out and pulled it.

"Chairman, please be gentle." Tom fell face down, and was so scared that he quickly looked in the mirror to see if his face was damaged.

Zhang Qiyuan looked at Tom's frivolous behavior and rolled his eyes speechlessly: "It's not disfigured, no need to make such a fuss."

Tom thought to himself that if he didn't have this face, the chairman would probably beat him to death.

"Chairman, are you unhappy?"

Tom, who was burdened with a heavy responsibility, was pushed out by Zhang Qilin and Zhang Haike to find out why the chairman had been staying in the furnace.

This is so abnormal, something must have happened.

Zhang Qiyuan looked at Tom and suddenly remembered that Tom was also a born mental patient with red eyes: "How did you cure your congenital mental illness?"

Tom replied: "No, it's not cured." With the chairman's example, what does his minor mental illness matter?

But why did the chairman ask this?

Could it be that the chairman has just realized that he is sick?

Ah, what a strong willpower! !

"Well, I don't think this disease needs treatment." Zhang Qiyuan frowned and said decisively, "This is not a disease. This is a personality that is more extroverted."

Tom just watched quietly as the chairman began to define the spirit cake.

Zhang Qiyuan suddenly realized and said: "Super E person!!"

Tom nodded calmly in affirmation, and then said sincerely: "Our Super E chairman, do you want to go out for dinner?"

Zhang Qilin and Zhang Haike are still waiting outside.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and eating is the biggest thing.

Zhang Qiyuan has lived for 100,000 years and finally found his accurate personality. He said happily: "We must eat something to celebrate."

It turns out that I am a super E person!!

No wonder my followers are all E people!!

It's because of this E-man leader!!!

There has never been such a mental illness in this world that does not affect daily life, so Zhang Qiyuan has completed his self-diagnosis and he does not have any disease! !

Those thieves at the headquarters still want to harm him!!

Tom felt relieved when he saw the chairman looking radiant again, but he was also very curious about what had happened to the chairman.

Uh, Tom suddenly thought of something very important: "Chairman, where is the painting?"

Zhang Qiyuan stood up and said casually: "I just burned it, and the remaining ashes should have been inhaled into your lungs."

Tom held his breath reflexively, then suddenly realized that this might be another fabrication.

Poor Tom didn't know that this was a rare time that Zhang Qiyuan told the truth.

"Let's go out first."

The two of them came out of the stove one after another. Zhang Qiyuan stood in the desert again, dancing around the campfire. The sound of the bells could be heard from far away.

Wang Kaixuan said to Hu Bayi: "The chairman was so quiet just now, I'm a little uncomfortable with it."

Hu Bayi was also frightened. The chairman went into the stove and there was no movement for a long time. The atmosphere in the room was extremely solemn. No one spoke, and even the chewing sounds were much quieter.

"Yeah, the atmosphere just now was terrible."

If you smack your lips while eating, Miss Yang will condemn you with her eyes.

Wang Kaixuan was drinking tea and looking at Gu Jiting lying on the sand. He couldn't help but ask, "That Taoist priest, why are blood suddenly coming out of his eyes?"

Zhang Qiyuan, who was passing by, heard this and corrected him: "It's his eyes that want to pee."

"Whose good person pees and pee's blood?" Wang Kaixuan's mouth has always been faster than his brain. He regretted it as soon as he finished speaking and looked at Zhang Qiyuan's face cautiously.

Zhang Qiyuan smacked his lips and looked at Wang Kaixuan: "You're right, it turns out he is sick!"

Wang Kaixuan: ...The chairman is also very easy to talk to.

The next moment, Zhang Qiyuan perked up: "Then I must cure Gugu's eyes. Go, go, go!! Brave and kind people are not afraid of difficulties!!!"

Wang Kaixuan looked at Zhang Qiyuan who rushed towards Gu Jiting "resolutely" and "joyfully". The fat on his belly trembled. Oh my god, Master Gu, I am sorry for you! !

Hu Bayi, who was watching the whole city, said: "Xiaopang, you really need to put a bolt on your mouth!"

Wang Kaixuan covered his mouth and said, "Yes, we need to weld a strong bolt on it."

Zhang Qiyuan squatted beside Gu Jiting, quietly lifted the gauze covering Gu Jiting's eyes, and saw a bunch of small tentacles under the eye sockets.

But these little tentacles looked malnourished, shriveled and not full at all.

Zhang Qiyuan reached out and pulled one off, and Gu Jiting screamed.

"Chairman!! Aaaaah!!!"

Zhang Qiyuan still gave Gu Jiting a considerate explanation: "Your lower eyelashes are too long, I will help you pull them out."

Gu Jiting was numb from the pain, and he was thinking, why couldn't he control his curiosity and glance at the stove...

Then blood started spitting out of his eyes.

After the bleeding in his eyes finally stopped, he started to feel dizzy again.

Before I could even figure out what was happening, the chairman arrived. He was a ruthless man who didn't talk much and started attacking right away.

Zhang Qiyuan worked very efficiently. The sounds of him pulling the little tentacles and Gu Jiting's wails complemented each other, creating a unique concerto in the dark desert night.

The black-glassed Suzaku Lihuo is just right for destroying the tentacles.

Feng Baobao watched the flames burn the little tentacle into ash bit by bit. She looked up at the black glasses and said, "It's gone."

The man with black glasses nodded: "Well, it's gone, so this thing can't be eaten." The evil spirit on it was so strong that he could see it clearly without the need for a magnifying glass.

Feng Baobao stopped talking. She turned to look at Gu Jiting, hoping that Gu Jiting's eyes would grow little tentacles again.

Gu Jiting was blind, but he could still see some things, just blurry balls of colors and mixed lines.

"Baby, let's go back and eat grilled squid."

"Uncle will treat you to a squid that is longer than you."

So, baby, stop staring at me.

Feng Baobao touched Gu Jiting's hand and said, "Make a pinky promise. Put your stamp on it. It's a deal."

Gu Jiting smiled and said, "Deal."