There seems to be something wrong with the fairy world

"What should I do?" Jia Nuannan shrank his shoulders.

Chan frowned slightly: "Together?"

"No, no, no, this person is crazy. My suggestion is an anesthetic." Jia Nuannan said with a serious face, "It needs to be the one that can knock down a dinosaur."

Chan nodded, took out the gun from his space storage, and aimed at humans from a distance.

Qing Lan was having fun, watching Nan Bo Wan cruelly being thrown into the dust.

"Please let me go..." Nan Bowan said with difficulty: "I'm dizzy..."

"Hahahaha!" Qing Lan laughed happily and fell even harder.

An anesthetic was shot at Qinglan, Qinglan didn't care at all, she just felt itchy and tired.

A black flying machine stopped not far away, and the ten-armed middle-aged bio-robot got off the flying machine. The moment he saw Qing Lan, he couldn't help but froze.

"CEO, help!" Jia Nuannan ran over with tears in his eyes: "This lunatic can't even put down an anesthetic! We've tried our best!"

"Don't call him a lunatic!" The man frowned: "Leave the matter to me. Everything you saw today is not allowed to be said."

"Yes." Jia Nuannan looked at the man in confusion.

I saw the man slowly approaching the human, opened his ten mechanical arms, and rushed forward.

Qinglan turned around as if she had sensed it, put down the toy in her hand, and looked at the man with a smile.

The man moved forward quickly. Qing Lan looked at the man's face and tilted her head. Why, did it look familiar?

Without giving Qinglan time to recall, one of the man's mechanical arms grasped Qinglan's left hand flexibly like a snake. Qinglan reacted, but before he could break free, the man leaped into the air, behind Qinglan, the other mechanical arm Clutched Qinglan's left shoulder.

Qinglan elbowed back with her right elbow, and was fixed by the man with four mechanical claws. Qinglan got angry and kicked back, but was pinched by the man's legs.

Qinglan turned around in the air, stepped on the key part of the man with the other foot, and used her strength to turn it over again, and kicked the man in the face.

Qing Lan landed a little unsteadily, and for some reason, the things in front of her eyes also became blurred.

The three men watching the battle gasped and looked at Qinglan sympathetically.

Do you know who the president's son is?The strongest of the bio-mechanical family, a twelve-armed extreme bio-robot, you dare to kick his father in the crotch, and even step on his face, pills!

The middle-aged bio-robot didn't seem to expect Qing Lan to be able to break free, and even tortured himself, his expression became serious.

Here, the anesthetic on Qinglan's body finally took effect, Qinglan seemed to be drunk, her steps were messy.

The man seized the opportunity and instantly attacked Qing Lan, a left uppercut landed on Qing Lan's temple, causing Qing Lan to lose direction.

Seeing that Qinglan was about to fall, the man stepped forward to catch the human being, and with a knife in his hand, the human was literally passed out.

"President." The three of them gathered around and looked at the human being in the man's arms curiously.

"Don't tell anything about today, and don't tell Desting." The man wiped his face.

"Yes." The three of them vowed at the same time.

The man picked up Qinglan horizontally, grabbed Qinglan with the mechanical arm a few times in the air, and threw the crushed little bee camera to the ground.

The three of them watched the president leave with the human being in his arms, a heart of gossip ready to move.

Don't tell anyone, not even your own son, this is... in love?

Qinglan only felt that she had a very long dream, dreaming that she was going through a catastrophe, dreaming that she was in a completely strange place, and she foolishly regarded it as a fairyland.

Qinglan opened her eyes, and what she saw was an unfamiliar white roof. A man with ten mechanical arms came over, and said in a kind voice, "Are you awake?"

Qinglan stared blankly at the ten mechanical arms swinging behind the man, and closed her eyes again.

He must have not woken up yet!

The man stood by the bed awkwardly, and whispered softly: "Want to eat something? Your assistant has been looking for you for three days."

Qinglan wanted to cry, why did the nightmare come true!

Qinglan pulled up the quilt, covered her face, and went through the scenes of coming to the "immortal world" in her mind again.

"I know you're in a bad mood." The man sat on the edge of the bed with a serious and gentle tone: "Can you tell me what happened?"

Qinglan muffled under the quilt: "You don't know even if I tell you."

It's really like when Desting was a child!

The man smiled and said, "You can tell me. I have lived for more than 800 years. Maybe I really know something."

Qing Lan pulled down the quilt, revealing her eyes: "I'm over 1000 years old."

The man blinked, and various thoughts surged in his heart.

"I was originally in another world." Qing Lan tried to explain: "In my world, as long as the cultivation level reaches a certain level, you can become a fairy and go to the fairy world. When Jie woke up, I was here, but this is not the fairy world."

Qinglan looked at the man eagerly, and the man kept smiling: "Then you may have accidentally walked through the wrong door."

Qing Lan nodded disappointedly: "But I don't know how to go back, there is no Thunder Tribulation here at all."

"Is your lifelong goal only to go to the fairy world?" the man asked suddenly.

"This is just a stage goal." Qinglan thought for a while: "If possible, I still want to become a god."

"What about after becoming a god?" The man looked at Qing Lan seriously.

"After becoming a god..." Qinglan blinked in confusion: "Probably to benefit the common people, to cultivate a perfect Taoism, and maybe to travel to unfamiliar areas, to see the prosperity of the world, and to improve my xinxing."

The man smiled: "In our place, there is a kind of education in ancient times called exam-oriented education. There is an exam at each stage. As long as you do well in the exam, you can enter a higher level, continue to study, and continue to take the exam."

Qinglan opened her eyes wide and listened carefully to the man's speech.

"When the children were young, they all had an ideal, to be a scientist, to be a leader, or a teacher, a doctor, or a soldier, in short, to be a person who contributes to society." The man looked at Qing Lan softly: "However, in Before that, you had to reach a certain level and pass a certain level of exams. So the children started to study hard, and everything the teacher taught had to be tested, and the parents took care of everything for the children, as long as the children studied hard for the exams.”

"So in the end, when the children grow up, they only know the content of the test. Some of them can't even take care of themselves. What they want to do and what they have learned can't be matched. Waiting for the test again and again In the past, many people have forgotten their original dreams, and all they got was stuff to deal with exams.”

The man's tone was gentle: "What you just said is to help the common people, complete the Taoist heart, and travel the world. Isn't it an excellent environment now? Why do you have to wait to become a fairy and a god?"

Qinglan stared blankly at the man, and the sadness in her heart was dispelled a lot.

"Also, maybe everything you have experienced now is a test? I believe that you will become immortals and gods in a short while, as long as you cultivate to a certain level, right?" The man proposed a new idea.

"Yes, the state of mind is also required..." Qing Lan pulled down the quilt, feeling completely enlightened.

"Here, the status of human beings is extremely low. Maybe you are here to save them." The man smiled brightly when he saw Qing Lan's appearance: "My son is also working hard to improve the status of human beings. Maybe you We can get to know each other."

"Do you know the contact information of the human leader here?" Qing Lan sat up and looked at the man eagerly.

"What do you want to do?" The man kept smiling.

"I want to contact him and tell him the way to make human beings stronger!" Qing Lan smiled: "Only when human beings themselves become stronger can the status of human beings be improved!"

The man blinked: "If I were a human representative, I would think you were a lunatic."

Qinglan was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that she was too hasty.

It takes such a long time to accept the cultural information here, and the human beings here must be extremely unfamiliar with the cultivation of the mysterious world!

"You are also a little famous now. If I were you, I would participate in the Moussekong Competition. The live broadcast of the Moussekong Competition has tens of billions of followers. You can reveal something about you intentionally or unintentionally during the live broadcast." The way of cultivation. As long as you get a good result in Miao Sikong, will you still be afraid that human beings will not follow you?" The man said very enthusiastically.

"After the Miao Sikong Contest, you can start a live broadcast, live practice, and the company will give you a big publicity, so that more humans can see you..."

Qinglan listened for a long time, then looked at the man strangely: "By the way, are you..."

"I'm Dragon, the president of D.." The man smiled and held out his hand: "You can call me Dragon, my son sometimes calls me that."

Qinglan vented for a while, and played back what Zhang Xiaomiao had said in her mind.

"D.'s president is the chief's father. Unlike the chief, this president is approachable, and...he has been widowed for decades!"

Qing Lan silently covered the quilt up, shook Long with one hand, and immediately pulled it away.

dragon:? ? ?

"By the way, thank you for helping me repay the contribution points of the program group." Qinglan was inexplicably awkward: "I will work hard and repay you."

"It doesn't matter, those should be done by my son's subordinates." Long said the word "son" very emphatically.

"I can't remember what happened yesterday, can you tell me about it?" Qing Lan said cautiously.

"Oh, it's like this, I was in my room yesterday and saw a strong thunder and lightning in my garden..." Long Wei said.

"That garden... is yours?" Qing Lan pulled the quilt up again.

"I used it to mourn my dead wife, but it's okay, you don't have to worry, I will fix it." There was deep nostalgia in Long's eyes.

"The pulse electronic barrier above the garden...should be broken too?" Qing Lan recalled the price of the pulse electronic barrier, and got a heartbreaking amount.

"It doesn't matter." Long waved his hand: "It's just small money, and my future property, including D., belongs to my son."

Long once again emphasized the tone on the "son".

"Don't worry, I should be able to pay it back before you ride the crane." Qing Lan clenched her fists: "Please trust me."