After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

"Ah, Zhang Yan, you're here." Li Xiaojun smiled at him, "I happen to have a few things I want to give you."

He got up from the grand master's chair, walked to the cabinet, chanted a spell vaguely, unlocked the seal, took a package from it, and spread it on the desk.

Both Zhang Yan and Yin An leaned forward, and there was a black wooden sword in the package.

"This is?" Zhang Yan looked at Li Xiaojun suspiciously.

"This sword is called Jinglei. Senior Qian Yuanzi entrusted me to bring it to you." Li Xiaojun blinked, "Since you officially joined us, you should have something convenient."

Looking left and right, Zhang Yan didn't see anything special about this mahogany sword, but the sword Qian Yuanzi gave couldn't be ordinary, so he couldn't help being very puzzled.

Seeing the question marks on his face, Li Xiaojun said, "Pick it up and try."

Zhang Yan stretched out his hand suspiciously, but withdrew his hand the moment he touched the blade, with a look of surprise on his face: "This—why does this sword have electricity?"

Li Xiaojun smiled lightly, pointed at the sword, brushed the blade with spiritual energy, and said: "This sword is made of peach wood that was hit by thunder and fire on the day of the Awakening of Insects. It naturally carries the breath of thunder and fire, and it is extremely Yang Qi. Holding this sword, ordinary monsters cannot get close."

As soon as the words fell, a few blue arcs flashed across the pitch-black sword body, and it was actually the thunder and fire energy in the wooden sword that was stimulated by spiritual power and dispersed.

Zhang Yan stared at the wooden sword dumbfounded, and said after a long while, "I have low spiritual power, is it too wasteful to give this sword to me?"

This is a real magical weapon.

"Hey, why did you say that?" Li Xiaojun said, "This sword has been in Yingzhou for hundreds of years, and the senior handed this sword to you alone, which is to recognize your ability, not to mention the great kindness you have in Yingzhou , if you can't bear it, who can bear it?"

"That's right, Brother Zhang Yan, take it quickly, it's rare for Master to take out such a good thing, don't miss it!" Yin An also said hastily.

"Then...then I'll accept it," Zhang Yan was also very moved, not to mention Qian Yuanzi's kindness was hard to refuse.

"Oh, yes, there is one more thing." Li Xiaojun said again.

Both Zhang Yan and Yin An went to see him immediately, wondering if there was any magic weapon left?

But Senior Brother Li just casually took out a card from his pocket this time and handed it to Zhang Yan: "This is the reward for the previous mission, I just gave it to you, and the password is your job number."

Zhang Yan took it over and saw that it was a bank card.

"So there's still pay for exorcising demons?" He thought it was just a salary for doing special work.

"Of course!" Yin An said, "Although we can live without food or drink, how can we live without money, brother?"

"Exactly." Senior Brother Li nodded in agreement.

Zhang Yan stuffed the card into his pocket and asked casually, "How much money is in it?"

Brother Li raised a hand.

Zhang Yan thought of a relatively conservative number: "Five thousand?"

Senior Brother Li shook his head, meaning there are more.

"It can't be fifty thousand, right?" Zhang Yan took out the card, and the silver card seemed to emit a dazzling light.

Brother Li shook his head again.

Zhang Yan's hand holding the card trembled, and almost threw the card on the ground: "50?!"

"50, Brother Zhang Yan!" Yin An excitedly came over and hugged him, "That's 1 concave cakes!"

Zhang Yan imagined a sea of ​​1 concave cakes, and was too scared to speak.

So he jumped from the proletariat to the middle class overnight.

With money, the first thing to do is to improve life. Just when the lease expired, Zhang Yan changed to an apartment closer to the city center, with one bedroom and one living room, in a quiet location amidst the bustle, and the price was very affordable.

Immediately afterwards, there was a big move, Zhang Yan panted and put the last box on the ground, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I am used to living in a hut of more than ten square meters, and looking at this empty living room, I suddenly feel a sense of enlightenment as if a frog at the bottom of the well has jumped out of the well.

It's nice to have money.He secretly sighed.

Yin An was still sitting on the big unopened box, dangling his feet: "Is it over?"

The boy turned around, with great boredom written on his face.

He came to look for Zhang Yan, and just happened to meet him moving, so he gave his hand. For a cultivator, physical work is easy.

"Well, the next thing is to arrange." It's a lot of physical work again.

"Don't think about how to arrange it yet!" Yin An jumped down, "Think about how to celebrate, how about calling the brothers and the others over to have a party?"

"No need?" Zhang Yan hesitated.He couldn't figure out how a group of Taoist priests would throw a party.

"Of course," Yin An argued, "it's just a matter of time to ask the senior brothers to clean up the filth here."

Zhang Yan froze: "You mean this place is not clean?" No wonder the rent of this house is cheaper than other places.

Yin An pouted towards the corner of the wall, indicating that there was something indescribable there, but the expression on his face was not serious, so it should not be some great monster.

"Alright then." He could only agree.

Yin An cheered, immediately grabbed the mobile phone he had put on the ground, and skillfully unlocked it.

He didn't know how he got Zhang Yan's password. He edited a message with two thumbs, and clicked the group post without thinking.

"It's done!" The young man was in a good mood. He moved out of the TV first, connected it to the power supply, and was about to watch "One Piece" on time. Zhang Yan walked past carrying the box and glanced casually. The screen was jumping to the local news. In the center of the screen was a deformed car There is also a disgraced owner of the Mercedes-Benz, and the location is familiar, which is the intersection not far from the coffee shop.

"... At 1:28 a.m. yesterday, the Mercedes-Benz driven by Mr. Huang suddenly lost control when passing the intersection and hit the barrier in the middle of the road. This is the third incident this month. Please pay attention to the general public. drive carefully……"

Is the quality of luxury cars so unreliable now?But he didn't take it too seriously, after all...

——He can't afford to drive a luxury car at all.

At the same time, Fang Qian is trying on makeup for a new play.

He closed his eyes, let the makeup brush gently sweep over his eyelids, and heard the admiration of makeup artist Andy in his ears, nothing more than praising him for his good skin, deep eyebrows, and high nose bridge... He has heard these words countless times, He just raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said thank you, but he was already a little impatient in his heart.

Suddenly, the phone on the dressing table vibrated, he opened his eyes, signaled Andy to pause, and took the phone.

This is his personal account, and only his family and close friends know about it, but there is an unexpected contact on the screen.

Zhang Yan.

It's the stalker, he frowned, how did he get his number?Looking at his phone when he's not looking?Or hack into his computer to steal his private information?

Countless conjectures floated in his mind, and he swiped the screen with his finger.

"I'm Zhang Yan, I moved recently, and I'm going to hold a party to celebrate, the address is..." At the end, he added a big smiley face.

Why did you invite him to move?

The stalker was finally ready to confess to himself why he was being followed?

That handsome face with a bit of anger appeared, and even the canine teeth that he showed when he laughed, came to the fore, so that Fang Qian couldn't get tired of this person.

He even subconsciously recalled his announcement tomorrow, calculating whether he could spare time, and then took out his mobile phone to check the map, and found that it was not far from his home, and it was very convenient in the past.

Is it a coincidence?Or did he move so close to him on purpose?Why don't you just go over and see what he's up to...

The make-up artist on the side waited for a long time, seeing that he didn't know what to think, the corners of his mouth curved up strangely for a while, and he stared at the phone screen in a daze, and couldn't help asking: "Can we continue?"

"Well, let's get started." Fang Qian put down his phone and recovered his expressionless face.

Since he was invited to celebrate the move, he always brought some gifts to the door. Fang Qian chose a bottle of red wine, and the full-length mirror at the door ensured that everything was perfect for him before going out.

It only took about ten minutes to drive to Zhang Yan's new residence. While controlling the steering wheel, he was thinking about why he was going, and he deliberately pushed down the evening announcement.

It has been more than half a month since the last time we met, he left the hospital without authorization, and without leaving any contact information, he just disappeared from his sight.

He thought he had given up on following him, but he didn't expect to take the initiative instead.

He thought wildly all the way until he stood in front of Zhang Yan's apartment.

701, Fang Qian reconfirmed the house number and rang the doorbell.

"Here we come..." There was a vague reply from inside the door, and the anti-theft door in front of him opened.The tall figure was against the light, but the shadow couldn't stop his stunned expression.

Fang Qian suddenly felt that he had made a wrong decision.

The man in front of him was incoherent in surprise: "Fang...Fang Qian?"

He was obviously the one who invited him on his own initiative, but he made such an expression, Fang Qian felt a bit uncomfortable, but he has come...

"Won't you invite me in?" he said, handing out his own housewarming gift.

"Ah..." The young man blinked, his surprised expression receded, he took the red wine and moved away, "Please come in..."

Fang Qian walked in and looked around. It turned out that Zhang Yan was not the only one who invited him.

The living room is about [-] square meters, filled with more than a dozen people—men and women, ages ranging from teens to thirties, but no one he knows—it seems full, with a dozen pairs of eyes On him, it was all astonishment.

In this kind of surprise, there was also a little fear and hostility. No one spoke out, and the atmosphere froze all of a sudden.

He frowned.After becoming an actor, he was too used to being the focus of attention, but this was the first time he encountered such a situation where people were wary of him.He couldn't figure out where this vigilance came from, and he didn't know whether to leave immediately or sit down.

"This is a friend of mine, Fang Qian." Zhang Yan behind him hurriedly introduced, and opened an empty chair for him, "Sit quickly."

What a bunch of weirdos.Fang Qian thought, just as he was about to sit down, he suddenly heard a meow, and a little white cat jumped on him, staring at him with watery yellow-green cat eyes, and immediately left three red marks on the back of his hand with its sharp claws .

Fang Qian exclaimed unexpectedly.The faces of the people became subtle again.

"Xiaobai, come back quickly!" One of them quickly stood up, took two steps, hugged the cat back, scolded the cat a few times, as if it understood, and then told him apologetically. Said: "I'm sorry, the cat is not sensible, don't worry about it, we have been vaccinated, don't worry..."

The way he looked at him before clearly meant that he knew him, but he pretended not to know him. Could it be that he colluded with Zhang Yan to lie to him?

Fang Qian turned cold, but nodded reluctantly, sat down on the seat, thinking to himself, Zhang Yan is weird enough, but he didn't expect his friends to be a bunch of weirdos too.

At this moment, another young man came out of the kitchen, holding a cake: "Here comes the cake."

He placed the cake among all the dishes, then raised his head, seeing that no one was talking in this place, so he smiled, and said to the young man holding the cat, "Shou Xing, make a wish."

Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and smiled again.

It turned out that today is not only a moving party, but also a birthday party.Fang Qian felt even more embarrassed. He didn't understand why Zhang Yan invited him, let alone why he wanted to attend the appointment.

Thinking of this, his face became even more rigid.