I may have cultivated to become a god [Interstellar]

Hess didn't realize the meaning behind Xiu Binglin's words, and continued talking.

"Mo Ling is the future successor of the Zerg race. I know he has always been dissatisfied with me, so I have been looking for a suitable male for him. Although our races are different, Mo Ling will like him after all."

Xiu Binglin: ......

The brains of this Zerg are all sick, right?Even a foolish and deceitful little junior would not do such a stupid thing.

"I, I don't like him." Mo Ling always felt that Hess was not his ideal male. Should succumb to male brainwashing kits.

"Then what do you like?" Hess was a little surprised.

The two Zerg chattered for a long time, but Xiu Binglin was patient, so he found a place to sit and watch them chat.

——What kind do you like?I'll find it for you.

——I don't like what kind, don't worry about it!

Had a good time chatting.

"What are they arguing about?" Suddenly someone asked.

"I don't know." After answering subconsciously, I realized that there was an extra person beside me: "Xiu Binglin, may I ask?"

As he spoke, he observed secretly. There was a faint aura of Taoist magic on this person. He just appeared quietly, and he didn't even notice it with his own spiritual consciousness.

Either there is a treasure in his body, or his cultivation base is far beyond his own.

Xiu Binglin tended to be the latter. Although he spoke calmly, he was on guard all over.

"I'm Zong Hao."

This name... Xiu Binglin thought it sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.The person in front of him was extremely handsome and well dressed, if he had seen or heard of him, he would never forget it.

"This little phoenix bird in your arms, can you give me back?" Zong Hao had a smile on his face.

"This chicken?" Xiu Binglin thought for a while, and this was the only thing related to Xiaofengniao on his body.

This little yellow chicken that can only call 'chi chi chi chi'.

He took out the little yellow chicken from his sleeve and looked at it. He didn't know if it was an illusion. The little yellow chicken seemed to have grown a bit after being by his side, and one of the hairs on the top of its head grew very long.

Xiu Binglin noticed that Zong Hao's eyes lit up when he saw the little yellow chicken, and couldn't help asking, "Are you from our Taoist sect?"

"It's not true, but the origin is not shallow." Zong Hao denied this.

Looking up and down, I can't tell the depth of my cultivation, and I don't want to offend an expert for a little yellow chicken.Xiu Binglin thought so, but the words that came out of his mouth were: "I got this chicken by chance, I have no control over it, but if you want to ask for it, you have to explain the relationship with it."

After finishing speaking, the little yellow chicken also yelled in response.

The crisp voice caught Zong Hao's attention, he stared at the little yellow chicken for a few times, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he was very pleasantly surprised.

Seeing Zong Hao's face change, Xiu Binglin's tense hand had a flash of spiritual light, and the peach wood sword was in his hand.

"I am the owner of the camellia house. This is a spiritual object I put in the illusion, but you got it." Seeing Xiu Binglin's guard, Zong Hao took a step back reassuringly, and saw that he still looked puzzled : "Que'er, come here quickly."

Zong Hao looked confident, but the reality slapped him.

The little yellow chicken didn't understand at all, felt a gust of cold wind, and immediately burrowed into Xiu Binglin's cuff.

"It looks like it doesn't know you." Xiu Binglin was very surprised by this little yellow chicken's behavior. The spirit beast is indeed a domesticated one, unlike Xie Yin.

Sighing slightly in my heart, if Xie Yin could be so obedient...

"You have a predestined relationship with him, I will not stop you, please take good care of him. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, use this thing to find me."

Zong Hao looked sad, and threw Xiu Binglin a messenger talisman, looked at the little yellow chicken, very reluctant.

The communication talisman is a Taoist thing, no matter how far away you are, it can be used for one-way communication.

Under Zong Hao's expectation, he kept it carefully.

I thought there would be a fierce battle, but who would have thought that this person would just walk away in such a buoyant manner, as if...he was just here to remind himself that this little yellow chicken was very important early on.

Xiu Binglin looked at the little yellow chicken carefully, maybe it really has something to do with it?Little phoenix?bird?

I can't think of the origin of the little yellow chicken, but now I am very sure of one thing, the various Taoist spells that appeared before, and even the optical brain that tested him, probably came from this person.

Just why would he do this?They had never met before, and they didn't even know their names or origins.

Xiu Binglin wanted to ask, but the man left directly.

If you have cultivated to this level of divine movement, you will definitely not be able to beat it. Xiu Binglin looked at this soft and weak little yellow chicken again, and found it inconceivable.

"What the hell are you, little fellow?"

"Ji!" Xiu Binglin stared at him, and the little yellow chicken yelled happily.

Could this be Phoenix?Do not make jokes.

"Who are you talking to?" Mo Ling and Hess had already finished arguing, and happened to see Xiu Binglin speaking into the air, and now he seemed to have regained his senses, and spoke to a little yellow chicken again.

"It's nothing, you guys can go back and rest after the quarrel. Tomorrow morning, I'll take you to the SP building again. Now that there are more people, I have to raise the price too."

A Mo Ling is worth 300 million, plus Mo Ling and his Taoist partner, think about it, and you will feel that the future of 'money' is endless~

Although Xiu Binglin was solely responsible for Mo Ling's safety, the Ministry of Security also monitored it.As soon as Hess came into contact with Mo Ling, he was discovered. Before the next day, Qiu Heng ran over excitedly in the middle of the night.

When I got home with Xiu Binglin, I was on the front and rear feet, making people feel that he was lurking next door.

Qiu Heng brought someone to interrogate him, but he was obviously Xiang Zhuang's sword dancer. After leaving the job to his subordinates, he pestered Xiu Binglin to find 'Pei Gong'.

Looking up and down the room, Qiu Heng asked strangely: "Did you summon Xie Yin? Didn't you say that he was fine at the time, why didn't he come out after several days."

Qiu Heng didn't know what was wrong with him, but he really wanted to see Xie Yin.

"Why call him? Because of his violent temper, if you don't look for him when you are fighting, he will tear down the house."

Because Xie is a notoriously vicious beast, if Penglai was disturbed by him at the beginning, if he hadn't been subdued and taken away, there would still be a lot of trouble.

"He is violent, and his nature is always good." When Qiu Heng said this, his eyes wandered, afraid that no one would see through his thoughts.

But Xiu Binglin is not an ordinary person, and he planned to tell some embarrassing things about Xie Yin to scare people away.

Tossing around for a day today, even if the ascetics practice without the sun and the moon, they will not feel tired, but it is always so annoying and uncomfortable.

Just about to speak, Xie Yin suddenly ran down from upstairs: "Why are you here?"

He dragged Qiu Heng and ran away.

Xiu Binglin: ...

After the two left, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Looking around, Mo Ling and Hess were surrounded by investigators from the security department for questioning, and Xie Yin and Qiu Heng went to nowhere.

Xiu Binglin's surroundings quieted down as he wished, but he always felt that something was wrong. After thinking about it, he took out his optical brain and sent a communication request to Fan Kang.

As soon as he dialed, Fan Kang didn't respond, and Xiu Binglin pinched him again.

What am I guilty of?

I'm not guilty.

Xiu Binglin hesitated for a moment, trying to convince himself that Fan Kang's communication request had already been sent, and the voice prompting whether he needed to connect rang in his ears, and it seemed to knock on Xiu Binglin's heart.

Randomly wanted to refuse, but slipped through.

"What's wrong?" The lights in the hospital ward had been turned off, and Fan Kang's pretty face looked very soft under the light of the brain.

"It's nothing."

Beauty fooled me!

Seeing Fan Kang's face, I couldn't bear to say anything serious.

"Really? Can you come and peel me another apple tomorrow?" Fan Kang smiled softly, and his voice touched Xiu Binglin's ears, and seemed to caress his forehead.

"There are so many people who want to peel apples for you." Xiu Binglin knew that there were a lot of fans of Fan Kang in this forum [Major General Fan Club].

This time, he was injured in the battle with the Zerg and was hospitalized. Many supernatural fans came to the ward and gave gifts directly.

"But I miss you."

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