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At nine o'clock in the morning the next day, at the Star City Government Press Conference Hall.

The press conference hadn't started yet, and the reporters who were supposed to enter the venue ahead of time to make live broadcast layouts were still blocked outside. The venue that was being set up was busy with people coming and going.

Ying Bo in a suit and leather shoes was carrying several sets of takeaways and stood around the door, wondering where the people who sent him out to bring takeaways went.The passers-by saw that his suit was of excellent material but he was carrying takeaway food. At first they thought it was some unconventional takeaway boy, and then they saw the brand new pass on Ying Bo's chest, with fear in their eyes, and secretly took out their mobile phone .

The access card reads: Ying Bo—Senior Adviser of the National Temporary Special Office, Principal of Xingcheng Longzhou Guanghan Ancient Culture Vocational and Technical School.

What attracted people to take pictures was obviously the words "Senior Adviser of the National Temporary Special Office". With this title, if Ying Bo continued to stand at the door, he might attract crowds like a giant panda.

In this case, there is no need to think about where the other people wearing similar passes went.

Ying Bo backed away from the back door, and under the gaze of everyone, turned into the small corridor on the side.This small corridor is used for preparations for those who are about to go on stage, and at the end there are several small rooms for people to change clothes and rest.Ying Bo knocked on one of the doors, waited for a while, but no one opened, so he pushed the door and went in.

As soon as the door opened, a lot of noise leaked into Ying Bo's ears.

"Oops! Run away!"

"Little Fat Bird, don't run away! My sister will take a picture for you!"

Amidst the shouts, a ball of shining gold slammed into Ying Bo's arms like a ball. The impact was so powerful that if Ying Bo hadn't built a foundation, he might have fallen down directly.

Ying Bo looked down and saw Cang Cangzi shivering into his clothes, then raised his head to meet the wolf-like eyes of some people in the room, frowned, and forced them back with his eyes.

The left hand holding the camera gave a long sigh and said, "Hey, I still didn't take a picture this time."

She was talking about taking pictures of Cang Cuizi.

Back in Longzhou yesterday, Ying Bo casually made up a reason to explain Cang Cangzi's whereabouts, and then gave the bird that Cang Cangzi himself turned into a spiritual pet with the name of his Taoist companion, which attracted countless people who heard about it. People came to watch.

Has three legs!The three-legged Golden Crow in mythology!Mythical beast! ! !

Even if you can't post on Weibo or WeChat Moments, at least you have to take pictures to commemorate it!

Knowing that Ying Bo was not dead and that Yan Zhe's injury could be saved, the atmosphere on Longzhou Shuangdao immediately relaxed.Goodbye cute pets came, in order to calm down the fright they received before, everyone held a competition for the cutest pet photos that night.

The result of the competition was unusual. The champion was Sun Pengxing, and the winning photo was a posing of Hei Rabbit Agate holding a cabbage.

What?How could the little chick Cang Cang lose?

Of course, after all, no one has managed to take a good photo of Cang Cangzi...

Cang Cangzi, no, let’s call him Cang Cang.Cang Cang's photography skills are top-notch, and he has not managed to leave a photo until now.Even if Ying Bo was paid to bring takeaways to the people who didn't have breakfast just now, leaving him a bird among many evil hands, he still managed to protect his innocence.

Then Haw Haw covered Ying Bo's shirt face with tears.

"You guys," Ying Bo pushed him in a little bit, and then said, "Are you childish or not?"

"What's the problem with taking a picture?" Zuo Hand said.

"Ahem, I just want to see the feel of the three-legged golden crow feather..." said several senior Taoists headed by Zhang Tianshi from Longhushan.

"Of course I'm not childish. I just want to see if you and your boyfriend can break up after killing this bird." Yan Zhe, who had a murderous look on his face, had his palms wrapped in bandages like mummies.

He was obviously very dissatisfied with Bo being abducted by a man. If Cang Cangzi was still in human form, he would have challenged Cang Cangzi a thousand and eight hundred times.

Ying Bo said speechlessly: "When a certain person was fighting with Le Tongzi yesterday, he seemed to be still lamenting why I didn't get married early and have children..."

"Damn it," Yan Zhe said, "you are with that alien, can you give birth or can he give birth?"

There was low laughter in the room, Yan Zhe was obviously shocked by the fact that Ying Bo had found a boyfriend and lost his mind.

Ying Bo rolled his eyes, put down the takeaway, and this group of people who hadn't eaten breakfast rushed up to take away their share, Suofen's Suofen, Grilled Noodles' Grilled Noodles.All of a sudden, the narrow dressing room was filled with the aroma of oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and shallots.

Ying Bo himself didn't eat breakfast, but now he has no appetite.When it comes to Foundation Establishment, this kind of food without aura won't taste good anymore.But he picked out a bowl of millet porridge in his hand, scooped up some with a spoon, and brought it to Cangzi's mouth, whose head was poking out from his chest.

Cang Cuizi opened his mouth.

Don't eat.

""Dong Ming Ji" says that the three-legged golden crow eats the immortal grass," said the old Tianshi Zhang of Longhu Mountain who was eager to study Cang Cubezi, "Little Ying, do you think it will eat shallots?"

There is too much difference between shallots and immortal grass. Seeing Master Zhang pick out a shallot from his bowl, Ying Bo shook his head expressionlessly, and Cang Cangzi flinched a little into his arms. Points, once again refused.

The knock on the door sounded at this moment.

Ying Bo got up and opened the door, and saw a staff member of the press conference hall standing at the door.

"Officer Yan, is Officer Yan there?" the staff member said, seeing Yan Zhe standing up in a hurry, he smiled and said, "Your seat has a special arrangement, you have to enter the arena now, can you go?"

"Huh?" Yan Zhe was at a loss, "Didn't we sit together?"

"Maybe Director Li wants to take you out to save face." Ying Bo said.

"It's possible." Yan Zhe said, without any doubts, he followed the staff with his bandage-covered image.

As soon as he left, everyone turned their attention to Ying Bo.

Ying Bo pretended that he didn't say anything, took out his phone and connected it to wifi, clicked into the webpage of the live broadcast of the press conference, glanced at the time, and said, "It's about to start."

"Jiujiu?" Cang Cangzi poked his head out of his arms, and looked at the phone screen with him.

Come over to be a temporary bodyguard, so as not to be attacked by a lunatic in Guxiu. A few people exchanged glances, took out her notebook with her left hand, and connected to the live webpage as well.

The others stared at the constantly rotating "loading" on the screen, silently counting the time.

It's ten o'clock.

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"It's ten o'clock."

Luo Xiangmeng, a student in Class [-] (Senior [-]) of Chengnan No. [-] Middle School in Xingcheng, told her deskmate Ni Nuannuan.

This time belongs to inter-class exercises, but senior high school students are not qualified to do inter-class exercises. The first two periods are Chinese. They took a test paper, and the Chinese teacher went out with the collected test papers. A set of test papers walked in.

Before class, he handed out the papers and said they would be collected after school at noon, then sat on the chair behind the podium, lowered his head and connected to the live broadcast website with his mobile phone.

The students below also glanced at each other, and a few started to do the questions, but their faces looked very anxious.More students took out the mobile phones they secretly brought to school, and entered the same website as the teacher on stage.

"Nuannuan," Luo Xiangmeng clasped his hands together and pleaded in a low voice, "I've run out of traffic for this month, so I can't buy gas packs if I don't have money to pay the phone bill."

Ni Nuannuan carefully glanced at the teacher on the stage, saw that he had his head down and had no time to pay attention to them, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and pushed the phone to the other side of the table.

"One, let's watch together." She said.

Magic City, the first floor of an office building.

I don’t know when, the sound of typing and writing materials all stopped. A clerk in a corner looked up and found that other people had opened the webpage of the live broadcast. He quickly opened the browser and looked at the stuck page anxiously. , while inserting the headphone plug into the main unit.

Beijing, Zhongbeihai.

Many elderly people and a small number of middle-aged people sat down in the magnificent conference hall, and the live broadcast of the special line that had already started was displayed on the big screen.

None of them noticed that a blurry figure accompanied by countless burning incense suddenly appeared at the back of the conference hall, and together with them, looked at the big screen.

American White House...

The Russian Kremlin...

10 Downing Street, UK...

At this moment, countless people from Xingcheng, Xiangfu, and even Chinese and foreigners who came over the wall all clicked into this webpage.

Viewership soared in just a few minutes, reaching numbers that would give any livestreamer a heart attack.The siege lion in the background tried hard to keep the webpage from bouncing or freezing, while in the foreground, under hundreds of millions of F5s, the webpage video player finally changed from pitch black to something else.

Another batch of new audiences poured in within a few seconds, and the government spokesperson, who was being watched by countless cameras, was calm on the surface, with cold sweat running down his back.

The memorized manuscript seemed to have completely disappeared from my mind, and the spokesperson only vaguely remembered a few words after seeing the face of the boss.

"Regarding the incident that occurred between the xx shopping mall in Star City and the north of xx avenue on xx, xxxx..."

Shan Mansion, Nantian Digong.

The ancient cultivators did not have such high-end equipment as a projector, but with a spell, they could enlarge the picture on the mobile phone screen and project it on the palace wall.

Although the screens are the same, they still created three big screens, and the people watching in front of the screens also divided into three factions.

Everyone knows that Zhenjun Ziyi, who is loyal to His Majesty, is the chief envoy of the middle faction. He sits at the front, scrutinizing the characters in the picture carefully, with an inexplicably cold expression.

At this time, the live broadcast camera scanned the audience around the stage, and when the sweep was over, Zhenjun Ziyi shouted: "Master Gao——"

Gao Zhenren, whose eyes were covered with gauze, stood up, bent down and said, "This subordinate is here."

"Where are the descendants of Taiyin and Sun that you mentioned?" Ziyi Zhenjun asked.

There seemed to be something wrong with Gao Zhenren's eyes, but he still had other ways to confirm what appeared on the screen.Gao Zhenren recalled it for a moment, shook his head and said, "The descendant of Taiyin and the descendant of Sun, who is already a Nascent Soul, did not sit at the bottom."

"You still want to hide your identity? Heh." Zhenjun Ziyi sneered.

Master Gao retreated, and Gu Xiu who was beside Zhenjun Ziyi stepped forward and asked cautiously: "Does Zhenjun think that the imperial court of mortals will disclose the matter of spiritual energy?"

The chief envoys of the other two factions, Zhenjun, were still watching quietly without expressing their opinions. Ziyi Zhenjun and the two looked at each other, and leaned back on the back of the jade-paved chair.

"No." He said.

The leader of the faction on the left, Zhenjun, is a woman who looks at Yan Xing, she covered her mouth and whispered: "Ziyi Zhenjun said that if it is made public, wouldn't it be making wedding clothes for concubines and others."

The last time the ancient cultivators went out, they had already figured out the details of the mortal court. In the past, the countless prosperous orthodoxy in the cultivation world of Zhongzhou had been cut off. Whether it was in the hands of the court or the former famous temples, there were no exercises left. up.

The mortal world is so prosperous now, unlike in the past, the people are basically tied to the yellow land by food.If the imperial court dared to disclose the existence of spiritual energy and cultivation, I don't know how many people would put down their work to seek immortality.

Where can mortals go to seek immortality?

The true scriptures and immortal methods can only be found in the hands of monks like them who have come out of recovery!

Once the matter about spiritual energy is made public, people in the court will fall to Gu Xiu's side, and these monks are very confident about it.

"We can announce this matter to the world," Zhen Jun, the chief envoy of the faction on the right, said with a smile. "At that time, we will be able to open the gate of the mountain and recruit disciples!"

When he finished speaking, the spokesperson on the live broadcast screen was still talking endlessly.

"...The terrorist forces headed by it have special abilities that cannot be explained by current science..."

There was a silence in the underground palace, as if there were three loud bangs.

The Gu Xius stared at the spokesperson with wide eyes.

made public?

He actually made it public?

In the press conference hall of the Star City government, the spokesperson did not know how terrifying people were staring at him at the moment.The speaker managed to memorize the speech fluently, glanced at the teleprompter, and said loudly: "The representatives of the fighters who have done meritorious service in this incident are invited to come forward and speak!"

The representative of the meritorious fighters - Yan Zhe, stood by the stage with a blank face.

Director Li gave him a push from behind and let him take the stage.

Yan Zhe, who felt that he was going to be blinded by the flash of the lens, took a stiff step, and finally realized that he didn't know why Ying Bo got angry, and then...

I was cheated by others again!