Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The special processing center of the Chinese embassy in the United States should theoretically be the most leisurely department among all departments. When the relationship between the two countries is tense and other departments are busy, they are also leisurely and carefree, closing the door and playing chess.

But now, in the wee hours of the morning, this most leisurely department is in complete chaos, the sirens are blaring louder and louder, and the staff who stay on the night shift stare dumbfounded at the swarm of bees in the supposedly empty office. A group of people rushed out, the barefoot ones in pajamas and even the ones covered in shower gel foam, they ran out in a hurry and pulled out all kinds of weird Taoist robes and monk clothes from nowhere to put them on. , talking non-stop.

"Damn that bastard did it again?!!!"

"Even if it is a first-level alert, can you let me put on some clothes first!"

"I'm going to wipe the old man's alchemy furnace and it's about to blow up. Any of you can help me deal with it. I'm in the center of Manhattan. If it blows up, the building will collapse!!!"

"My old lady was still filming commercials before, who is going to erase this memory? I don't want to be on the headlines of tomorrow's supernatural edition!"

"I was feeding the pets when I left, let me go back! Something big is going to happen!!!"

"What's the big deal with cats and dogs? Go get my pill furnace first!"

"I raised the Transforming Snake and Singing Snake, when the time comes, your mother will fight the flood and call for the wind and rain!"

"A drought and a flood just offset what you are anxious about. My alchemy furnace is more important. The old man is famous for a lifetime!"

"If the old man doesn't understand, just shut up and offset your size!"

"What did you say, junior?!"

"Okay!" Dian Jie, who was running in the front, slammed on the brakes and stopped, only feeling the veins on his forehead throbbing, and his temples bulging and bulging in a somewhat obsessive rhythm, "You! Go back and get your elixir Deal with it!" He pointed to the gray-faced old man, "And you!" His fingers turned to the young man in a bathrobe, "Take you to call the snake!"

Then pointing to the door: "Get out and deal with the aftermath!"

"The rest, get ready to save people!"

This Laoshizi's first-level alarm forces all registered personnel to go to the embassy to deal with the aftermath. The inherent spell is a fucking trap, and it is designed to trap him, this unlucky ghost!

"Minister..." The only human assistant ran over tremblingly holding a mobile phone, "The U.S. Department of Defense..."

"I still want this country to say good things and tell him to shut up and be honest." Dian Yao pressed his forehead and said every word, "Why are you still staying here, waiting for the New Year?!"

In the next second, everyone showed their magical powers and scattered like birds and beasts. Yu Jian's Yu Jian pierced through the air, and in the blink of an eye, there was only one left.

"I'll leave the rest to you." He simply said this, and a deep purple flame was ignited all over his body. A bird shaped like a wild goose's feathers spread like a flowing fire soared into the sky, and after a long cry, it spread its wings. away.

The little assistant looked at the messy things on the ground, and then looked at the colleagues who were about to take off the window with dumbfounded eyes, as if seeing her workload that was about to increase exponentially, she took a deep breath, smiled and spoke softly to the phone : "I'm sorry sir, something happened here, the minister can't answer the phone for the time being."

"What are you talking about?"

"He's busy saving the world." That's right, according to their alarm levels, the first-level alarm is almost reaching the energy intensity of destroying the world.

After finishing speaking, the little assistant buttoned up the phone and took the whole clothes out to find the most imposing lipstick from the bag and began to touch up makeup and prepare for the battle.

She is a direct disciple of a famous family, a graduate with a perfect score in the way of sophism, what kind of politician or speaker, but a chicken wag!

The deep forest on the other side... There is no such thing as a deep forest anymore. The flames bursting out from the ground burned everything that could be touched, and the land turned an ominous and strange crimson. Crimson.

The cinnabar turned into its original shape, its tail curled up with Mr. Cocker biting the little Jack in its mouth, and it soared into the air. The long snake body twisted into a twist to avoid the flames extending from the ground. The tiger couldn't dodge and was burned to ashes, falling The original appearance cannot be distinguished in the scorched ground.

Mr. Cocker saw his wife's mangled body engulfed in flames. The ghost screamed piercingly, but melted into the flames without a trace.

It hurts so much QAQ Dansha endured the severe pain of being scorched by the fire and the scales cracked and walked over the forest, Alang, Uncle Hotch, where are you all QAQ

In this situation, she bumped into a ghost that was galloping towards her.

Yellow skin.

She didn't know what kind of ghost it was, but the fear deeply rooted in her soul made her unable to move, and she fell stiffly.

The snake of the dragon species is an excellent tonic for any monster race, and it can even be said to be a panacea that can make them ascend to the sky in one step. Otherwise, Huang Pizi would not have taken the risk of attacking Dansha and Qingzhu. It has been in the last level for too long. It's been too long to wait.

Just like the current Dansha is a life-saving straw in Huang Pizi's eyes, he opened his mouth wide and pounced on it.

"Where are you going?" The tone of the question was warm and slow, the flames were like chains entangled Huang Pizi's soul, Wu Cong stepped forward with his sleeves folded, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was talking to his beloved People talk, "Where do you want to take my green bamboo?"

The falling cinnabar was caught by the 鸑鷟 who arrived in time, and then he flew back quickly without thinking, as if he was running for his life.

He was indeed running for his life. When he stopped, his tail feathers were almost completely burned by the flames. He seemed to be able to feel Wu Cong's indifferent gaze from thousands of miles away.

If he didn't fly fast enough, he would have become a roasted bird now.

There are many demons in the heart and no relatives, but anyone who appears around Wu Cong, whether it is an enemy or a friend, will be attacked indiscriminately.

Wu Cong could only see the yellow skin in his eyes now, and the soul in his hand let out a sharp scream, obviously being extremely painful from being burned by the fire.

"I said how could I not gather the soul of Qingzhu at that time." He smiled softly, and the soul that tore off the yellow leather with his fingertips stirred up, "Where did you hide?"

Huang Pizi was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

"Don't you want to say it?" Wu Cong smiled deeper, "If I break you apart and crush you, I can find you."

"Does it hurt? Qing Zhu also hurt like this at that time."

"It's okay, we can take our time."

The flames rolled, obliterating his figure.

He looked around and saw that the faces of his colleagues who were noisy just now were all as pale as snow, and some of them were so overwhelmed that they could hardly maintain their human shapes, their ears and tails were all exposed.

Wu Cong is 犼, if he is a dry 魃, he can still fight a few times, but he is 犼, a person will not rot after a hundred days of death and become a dead man, and a 500-year-old dead man will become a scorpion, and the grave will not grow grass. Water seeps up, and there is a severe drought and no rain for thousands of miles. It is considered a drought, but if there is blood flowing in the place where the dead are dead, mourning is everywhere, and the resentment and evil spirit of thousands of people will gradually spread and seep into the soil. , then decades later, the 魃 will turn into 犼.

As soon as he comes out, there will be no peace in the world for thousands of miles.

Dian Yao regained his composure and commanded: "All those belonging to the water attribute will start to spread the clouds and rain, the bigger the better, and those who will form formations to seal off the surrounding areas, and those with thick skins will be saved by me, and the rest will save the undead!"

This is a good place for hiking and camping. If one more human dies, he will have to stop for decades.

As a result, the sky began to be overcast with clouds, lightning and thunder, and big raindrops poured down. The dark clouds seemed to overwhelm the environment, and the water of the Tianhe River poured back again.

But this time, the rainwater was evaporated by the flames before it fell on the ground. The more rainwater, the more vigorous the flames, and the water turned into mist, and in an instant, it flooded everything like a surging sea wave.

Layers of spiritual energy intertwine and interweave to form a semicircular cover, trying to prevent the flames from invading outwards. The few Taoist priests in Tsing Yi wished they could split themselves into eight pieces, and it was not enough. Their faces were eroded by the flames like gold paper From time to time, a mouthful of blood was vomited out.

What Wu Cong ignites is a flame that can burn everything. Even if the gods in the sky are slightly touched, they will die. Have you all suffered a big loss?

Everyone was busy, so Dansha was naturally left aside, and the little girl circled around Little Jack, biting the tip of her tail, tears streaming down her face.

A Lang ignored her, Uncle Hotch disappeared, she became an unwanted child QAQ

Little Jack was also sobbing in a ignorant way, begging for his father in a low voice.

As the only ordinary human being on the scene, Mr. Cocker withdrew his eyes from the scene where the gods were fighting with mortals in fear, and swallowed his saliva at Dansha, trying not to tremble: "I, I, I, I have Mr. Hotch's phone number here. No, shall we give him a call?"

"Can you?" Little Jack asked, sniffling.

"Of course!" Mr. Cocker took out the phone that survived the accident in his pocket, turned to Hotch's phone number, and pressed the dial button.

"Beep-beep-beep-" The two children looked at the phone with tears in their eyes, expecting a familiar voice to reassure them.

Dian Zhi, who was trying his best to summon Yuyun, glanced over there distractedly, and sighed in his heart.

Even he was almost burned to death, how could that ordinary human named Hotch survive.

"Beep—beep—" the phone was still ringing.

The tears in the eyes of the two children began to flood again, and Mianji began to think about how to coax the children.

The beeping stopped.

No one heard.

In fact, Hotch is also very confused now. Not long after he chased Clara and ran out, Clara turned her head and started fighting with him. I don't know where she got her strength, which made him suffer a lot. The wound on the corner of his mouth is still there. Bleeding, but she had little training, and soon Hotch had the upper hand.

However, when he was about to bring the woman back to the camp to call the police, flames burst out of the ground, burning everything around him to ashes, including Clara, who was still in his hand just now, he realized that At that time, there was only a handful of ashes left in his hand.

After the flames, it began to rain again. The heavy rain fell on the ground and was evaporated into water vapor. Within a few seconds, there was only whiteness left in his vision.

The dagger in his pocket was hot. Hotch took it out, and was surprised to find that the jade inlaid on it turned into a liquid like water and floated into his palm. There must be some horror, but in the current situation, On the contrary, he was surprisingly calm.

Standing here is definitely useless, he adjusted the position of the dagger and clenched it tightly, chose a direction with his intuition, and took a step cautiously.

It can be said that the road was unimpeded, but the problem was that he himself could not recognize his position at all. No matter where he went, there was red soil under his feet and white fog around him. He even felt that he was actually spinning in circles all the time. Maybe.

He tried his best to keep himself calm and walked forward, the dagger was hot from his grip, and he didn't know if his hand was shaking, and the blade trembled slightly.

When a red rope jumped into his eyes, Hotch couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. At least it proved that he wasn't spinning in place. He bent down to pick up the red rope, and drew a mark on the ground with his dagger.

In his mind, he counted backwards from the beginning to one hundred, and then started counting from the beginning. He couldn't remember how many times he had counted. It stands to reason that after such a long time, he should have been very tired, but now he didn't No feeling, like just started walking.

When he counted the hundredth or two hundredth hundred, he saw a familiar figure in the white mist, and he immediately cheered up and walked up quickly.

Sensing his approach, the man raised his head and looked at him.

Not right.

Hotch stopped in his tracks, "Wu?"

"Who are you?" Wu Cong looked at him, his eyes were strange and indifferent, and there was a hint of doubt, "You smell like jade." He clasped the broken and silent yellow-skinned soul in his hand, and turned to face him. Hotch walked over, leaned over and sniffed at his neck, "It's my jade."

"You are my jade?" Wu Cong dipped his fingertips in the blood from the corner of Hotch's mouth and licked it, then nodded affirmatively, "Mine."

Hotch kept his calm expression from cracking, his eyes were full of confusion.

It is true that he has learned some Chinese from Wu Cong, but now Wu Cong's strange pronunciation is amazing!right!Not the standard Mandarin pronunciation he had learned!

"Wu." He carefully controlled his tone, "Are you okay? (Are you ok?)"

"What kind of bird language are you talking about?" Wu Cong frowned slightly, speaking with a tone like scolding a junior, "Speak well."

Hotch paused and switched to Mandarin Chinese: "Are you okay?"

Wu Cong still frowned: "No one taught you how to speak?" As he spoke, he held Hotch's head and moved closer to meet his forehead, "Meditate, I'll teach you."

The moment the consciousness and the soul touched, the severe pain caused Hotch to close his eyes and scream, and the time turned upside down and the world whirled in an instant.

When I opened my eyes again, it was full of pink and willow green.

This is where?He looked at the unfamiliar furnishings in front of him, and was shocked to find that he couldn't control his body anymore.

It should be said that he is not in his own body.

"Are you awake?" the owner of this body said, "Can you tell me why you came into my body?"

The man's face was reflected in the blurry bronze mirror, except for the length of his hair, he looked the same as Wu Cong.