star hunter

Su Xian leaned against the head of the bed, watching Zhong Yuncong pick up a can of canned oranges, and use the can opener to unskillfully pry off the tin lid.

He didn't know what he was doing, but he finally opened the can, but his hand slipped, and the can slipped out of his hand.

Fortunately, Su Xian's movements were quite nimble, and he caught it quickly with his eyes and hands, but a lot of the pulp and juice inside still spilled out, dripping onto his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Zhong Yun apologized and tore a few pieces of paper to help him wipe his hands, "Fortunately it wasn't your injured arm, otherwise I would have committed a greater crime."

Su Xian put the can on the bedside table, frowning slightly: "What are you thinking about?"

"Huh?" Zhong Yuncong was startled, then smiled, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Su Xian didn't say a word, but his eyes were fixed on him, and the words "I'm not easy to fool" were written all over his face.

Zhong Yuncong avoided his gaze with a guilty conscience, pulled over a chair, sat down, brought over the canned oranges, scooped up a piece of orange flesh with a long and thin spoon, and then sent it to Su Xianzui Side, with a tone of asking for credit: "Is your Brother Zhong keeping his word?"

Su Xian was not polite to him either, he opened his mouth and asked vaguely, "What keeps what you say?"

"Last time I said, if I have the chance, I can feed you too. No, it will be fulfilled immediately."

Su Xian swallowed the pulp and sneered: "Yes, I was also injured in the end, your crow's mouth is really good."

Zhong Yuncong touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment: "Okay, then feed a few more mouthfuls, and it will be regarded as an apology. You should also add more nutrition, and get well soon."

He did what he said, scooped out the rest of the orange meat and put it into Su Xian's stomach. The latter didn't have any special preference for sweets, and he ate so much in one go. Indicating that his act of repaying gratitude can be stopped.

"There's only one piece left." Zhong Yun continued to scratch the spoon in the glass bottle, trying to pick up the last piece of orange, "Don't waste it."

His expression was unexpectedly focused, his brows and eyes were lowered, and the corners of his mouth were unconsciously pursed, forcing the soft lip line into a stern curve.

Su Xian's heart moved slightly.

That feeling, how to describe it, is like standing in a large deciduous bush, suddenly there is a wind blowing over, and the leaves are falling off.

This is also a kind of power, the kind that can push people into a whirlpool.

He let out a breath slowly, forbidding himself to continue indulging, he stretched out his hand to hold Zhong Yuncong's wrist, the latter gave him a surprised look, he shook his head: "Don't change the topic."

Zhong Yuncong knew the meaning of his words, and he slowly put down the things in his hands: "Yesterday, I saw Old Zhong."

Su Xian was taken aback: "...Where is it?"

Zhong Yuncong was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "It's in their hands."

Su Xian's breath stagnates, it is obvious who this "they" refers to.

"No wonder..." "It happens to be me."

Su Xian looked at him silently, and Zhong Yuncong smiled wryly at him.

After a while, he grabbed Zhong Yuncong's shoulder: "If your father is really in their hands, we will definitely rescue him."

Zhong Yuncong felt that his words seemed a bit mysterious: "You mean, the one in the hands of 'Shadow'...isn't necessarily my father?"

Su Xian didn't deny it, but he didn't say anything dead: "It's just that there is such a possibility, you know, 'Island' is different from other places, and there are many supernatural beings in 'Shadow'... find someone to pretend to be your father , it’s not too difficult.”

He paused, then asked again, "Have you had any personal contact with your father?"

Zhong Yuncong shook his head: "No, I just took a look from a distance."

His tone was a bit hesitant, obviously Su Xian's speculation did not have no effect on him.

Su Xian pondered for a while: "But whether it's true or not, we have to do it. Don't worry too much, it's just..."

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly found Zhong Yuncong staring at him intently, and he was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Su Xian didn't realize at all that he counted himself among "us" again and again, and didn't realize that this matter itself had nothing to do with him.

Naturally, he didn't realize that his unthinking spontaneity...it's really poignant.

Zhong Yuncong slowly turned his head, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing, just keep talking."

Su Xian thought he was a bit strange, but he put the other party's fleeting inexplicable emotions into his worries about his father, and didn't think much about it.

"I was wondering, is there something else you haven't told me?" Su Xian raised half of his brows, and looked at Zhong Yuncong suspiciously, "They arrested your father, they will not show mercy and help you Are you looking for your father?"

Zhong Yuncong sighed heavily: "They indeed used Old Zhong to blackmail me."

Sure enough, Su Xian frowned deeply: "What kind of coercion?"

"They want me to help them find a 'treasure'." Zhong Yuncong was also full of doubts when he said it. The mysterious man didn't finish his sentence, but left a suspense-"You can ask you That Director Zong, he must know."

What?At that time, Zhong Yuncong's mind was full of question marks, but after the other party dropped that sentence, he completely cut off the message. He was full of doubts, but there was nothing he could do.

Sure enough, Su Xian also looked confused: "What treasure?"

He joked half-truthfully, "Isn't it for you to dig for emeralds?"

In the "isolated island", what can be called a "treasure" is the rich jade veins. With Zhong Yuncong's ability, it is indeed easy to think of jade.

"It's fine if that's the case." Zhong Yuncong also smiled, but soon changed back to a frowning face, "But I always feel that it's not that simple, and the other party didn't speak clearly... I'm going to ask the Zongju."

"Zongju?" Su Xian's heart skipped a beat, thinking that this matter has something to do with him again?

Or, is it related to the entire governance bureau?

But these turbulent emotions did not show on his face, he just shook Zhong Yuncong's right shoulder: "Then go and meet him."

"I'm still too weak." Zhong Yuncong closed his eyes, trying to hide the frustration in his eyes, "If the ability of the last time can be displayed at any time, I might be able to save Lao Zhong."

"Then you should go see the Zongju." Su Xian glanced at his profile, "Maybe you can learn something from him."

Zhong Yuncong was startled: "Learn from him?"

Su Xian blinked, showing a little surprise: "Don't you know?"

Zhong Yuncong spread his hands, obviously looking like he didn't know anything.

"That may be because I forgot to tell you." Su Xian shrugged, "Zongju is the strongest psychic supernatural power in the governance bureau... No, even in the entire 'isolated island', he is also a psychic supernatural power." One of the best among those who can."

Zhong Yuncong's jaw almost dropped: "So... Zongju is also a person with spiritual abilities?" Isn't that the same attribute as him?No wonder you can point him out.

It's just...his news is really closed. Speaking of it, it also has something to do with Zong Zhengzheng's identity. He is the director of the Management Bureau and has a good reputation. Everyone, including Su Xian, subconsciously feels that Zong Zhengzheng is different. Can be well known.

In fact, it was almost like this, except for Zhong Yuncong, an outsider.

In fact, Zhong Yuncong has always wanted to inquire about it, but unfortunately, one thing after another these days, he has already forgotten about it.

"What is his specific ability?" Now that he mentioned it, his curiosity naturally came back, and he couldn't wait to inquire about it. Su Xian's expression changed, and he said seriously: "He has a nickname, called 'Dream Maker' '. It is said that he can pull people into the spiritual world he built. In that world, he is the creator, an omnipotent god who can do whatever he wants, and can easily control the life and death of others... It is said that as long as he is located, A remote assassination is not out of the question."

"In fact, the essence is a kind of mental attack. The victim often seems to have experienced a nightmare, but unlike the dream, they will really die."

Zhong Yuncong gasped in shock: "...is he so awesome?" After such a comparison, he felt that he was not an ordinary scum.

Su Xian smiled: "I'm just hearing it, he's not someone who likes to brag... After all, the people he attacked either died or became idiots. I don't know the details."

Su Xian's words reminded him of the Zhou meeting in the training camp, which left aftereffects from his immature attack... I don't know how he is now.

At the beginning, he still felt a little inferior, but Zhong Yuncong has always had a good attitude, so he quickly let go of himself - if he is not awesome, how can he be qualified to be the top leader of the governance bureau?If one day he is also promising, maybe it will be his turn.

Of course, the last sentence is purely YY.

"So, what you mentioned to me before, the one that turns people into idiots...is the Zongju?"

Su Xian gave a "hmm", and then gave him a meaningful look: "Tsk tsk, you people of the spiritual department usually don't show your mountains and show your water, but when you make a move, you are more ruthless than anyone else... It's really insidious."

Zhong Yuncong couldn't help laughing: "I haven't reached this point yet, are you hurting the clan bureau? I'm going to make a small report to him!"

Su Xian coughed dryly, and then changed the subject: "If you want him, you have to plan on time, and inquire about his work schedule at the end, so as not to be in vain, Mr. Director is very busy."

>>>

Facts have proved that Su Xian's words are correct at all, Zong Zhengzheng really has endless things to do, and Zhong Yuncong only saw him after sitting on the sidelines for two times.

"Tell me what's going on, I'll give you 5 minutes."

Zong Zheng took off his hat, sank on the chair, then picked up the water glass and took a sip without taste.

Zhong Yuncong looked at the leader with a tired face, and guessed that these 5 minutes might be a time for him to drink water and catch his breath, but he was disturbed by himself.

He was really sorry, but he still had to bite the bullet and say, "5 minutes...may not be enough."

Zong Zheng frowned, and the nasolabial folds on the side of his nose twitched: "You tell me first, let me judge whether it is enough or not."

Zhong Yuncong told about how he was threatened.

Zong Zheng held the teacup and was silent for a while.

When Zhong Yun was feeling anxious, he suddenly heard him laughing softly.

"How do you know that Zhong Zhiyuan must be a hostage?"

Zhong Yuncong froze in place.