Who says the deity is not Bai Ze

After Fu Li came back from the shopping mall, he became a busy person who "kept his ears off the window and only played game consoles".

The look of lowering his head and fiddling with a serious expression seems to be studying some big business that can reach tens of millions every minute.

When Zhu Lie went downstairs with his luggage, he saw such a scene——

The busy person is lounging on the sofa, no different from a puddle of marshmallows that are about to melt.Sha Bao beside him held the phone to the right height so that he could poke it more comfortably.After a while, the busy man probably bowed his head and was tired, and leaned his head on the shoulder of the person next to him again, his cheeks were squeezed out of shape, and a ball of slightly red soft flesh bulged out.

With the poking of the finger, there was a burst of cheerful sound coming from the phone, as if making indiscriminate mockery:

"Amazing~!"

"Unbelievable~!"

"bonus time~!"

Zhu Lie: "..." Don't be too arrogant, okay?Afraid that others don't know that there is something between you?

Just when Zhu Lie was about to risk his life to speak a few words of persuasion, a blue figure floated in front of him.

Before the wrinkles on Wutong Ghost's body were ironed out, he wrapped himself in a curtain full of wormholes, took a cloth mop, and began to clean without any regrets.When passing by the two uncles on the sofa, Wutong Ghost's body froze, and he whispered softly: "Excuse me, raise your legs high..."

After finishing speaking, as if he was afraid that he would suffer another meal, he quickly rushed to the other side of the living room, bringing a gust of cold wind.

But Fu Li didn't bother to take his attention away from the phone, he casually placed his feet on Sha Bao's feet, and completed the action of 'raising your legs' very perfunctorily.Wutong Ghost choked, dared not speak out, reluctantly followed the old man, and cleaned the bottom of the sofa.

After scanning, as if to encourage, the phone sound came again: "Great~!"

Zhu Lie: "..."

Seeing the cowardice of the Wutong ghost, he thought that he might not be able to beat Wutong, so he quickly swallowed, and changed the words that he almost said to death: "Cough, Fuli, I'm leaving, you... Don't think about me, don't you!"

Fu Li's impression of Wutong Ghost is "a ghost that is not good-looking and useless", and his impression of Zhu Lie is "a monster that is good-looking and useful, and can be eaten when hungry", so Fu Li After hearing this, Yu Zun finally raised his face with a red mark as if condescending, and asked in doubt: "Where are you going? Is there a new mission coming?"

Have a new mission without him?

Zhu Lie hurriedly denied: "No, no, it's been very peaceful recently, how can there be so many tasks! I'm a big pig, just... I'm homesick, and I want to go back to my hometown to see my childhood sweetheart, Xiao Huazhu. If possible, I will get married by the way. Dear, give birth to a litter of piglets, and then the piglets will grow up and have to study... So, no one in three or five years, can't come back!"

The unspoken meaning is: Lao Tzu withdraws first, if you want to fall in love, you can talk about it, he will never talk nonsense and will never hinder him, he has an old man, and he will soon have a young man!Don't silence him just to fall in love!

As soon as Fu Li heard that there was no mission, he casually said oh, then lowered his head and continued to poke the phone without interest.

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang.

There is no specific rhythm, not one of our own.

"Who is it? Ring the doorbell at this time..." Although Zhu Lie muttered, he walked to the door honestly and looked through the cat's eyes.

Not a single ghost.

no one?Ghost knocking on the door?What the hell came to the special management office and knocked on the door?

"Who is it, why don't you open the door?" Fu Li just finished playing a game, and found that he didn't have the energy to continue playing, so he jumped off the sofa with some disappointment, and walked to the door.

Zhu Lie looked a little puzzled: "I didn't see anyone... The knock on the door was not a secret signal from the department. I don't know what it is, so don't..."

Zhu Lie hadn't finished saying 'don't open the door' when he noticed that the person beside him opened the door thoughtfully.

Zhu Lie: "..."

The yard was nothing out of the ordinary.

The old rusty instruments still creaked in the wind, and the rotting sound of lonely dead leaves fell in the nursery.

Fu Li lowered his head, and there was a big cardboard box on the ground that could hardly be encircled by an adult's arms.

He pushed the box, and there was a clang inside: "What is this?"

Zhu Lie took a closer look and found that there were many mottled receipts on the box, the most conspicuous one was printed——

Sender: Yanjing Special Office Headquarters

Recipient: Jinyang County Special Service Branch (Fuli Shabao)

Handling company: Little Yellow Man Xiujie Express

Courier: No. 931

Zhu Lie clapped his hands and suddenly said: "This should be the supplies sent to you by the headquarters! Didn't the minister submit the list of going to Kunlun last time? It is estimated that the headquarters reimbursed you for the supplies, so you don't have to buy them yourself."

Fu Li nodded, the Xindao headquarter was indeed richer than the branch.Planning to move in.

But I heard a thin voice coming from inside the cardboard box: "Excuse me, Fuli, is Shabao there? Minion Express reminds you that your courier has arrived, please sign for it!"

Fu Li paused, and slammed the cardboard box: "Speaking... the box spirit?"

"He is not a boxer!" The thin voice said again, with a little annoyance.

Then, a yellow finger popped out from behind the box. After twisting and twisting, after a long while, he finally twisted himself onto the top of the box.

Only then did Fu Li see clearly that it was not a finger that writhed, but a person who was only about ten centimeters in size, the size of a finger!

The finger man was dressed in yellow clothes, a yellow hat, and yellow boots, and dragged a yellow car up with a humming hum. It was yellow from head to toe, like a little sun.

Little Sun stretched out his rice grain finger, pointed at Fu Li and said, "I'm not a boxer, I'm a courier from Minion Express! Fu Li and Sha Bao's package has arrived, please sign for it!"

Fu Li has never seen such a small monster, so small that he can blow it away with a little heavy breathing, his eyes are full of curiosity for a moment, he gently grabs the minion and puts it in the palm of his hand, holding it up to his eyes for a closer look.

The little yellow man was startled, he moved tremblingly to the edge of his palm, held his fingers and poked out half of his head: "!!"

Uh wow!Too high!He had never been to such a high place in his life! !

The little yellow man shrank back his neck, patted his surprised heart, raised his head to let Fu Li put him down, but accidentally bumped into a pair of dark and heavy eyes.

The pupil lines seem to be flowing, and they are frighteningly deep.

"!!" The little yellow man's legs softened, and he sat down on the palm of his hand, stammering and shouting: "Oh...quick, put him down!!"

Fu Li couldn't feel the panic of the little yellow man. Instead, he recalled Shabao when he just opened his mind. The whole plant only knew how to stick to him foolishly, hugging his fingers very tightly, just like this little yellow man. same as people.

Small and soft, like glutinous rice dumplings filled with red bean paste.

Although Shabao is still blindly clinging to him now, but after all, his appearance when he grows up is not as cute as when he was a child.

So Fu Li rolled his eyes and asked the little yellow man, "Would you like to stay and live with me?"

The little yellow man was almost dizzy by the spinning black hole, he stumbled and refused: "No, don't! He wants to leave his clan and have himself, his own family!"

Fuli learned that the little yellow man is unwilling, and he doesn't force it. He is not interested in acting out the robbery scene in the bloody TV series.

So he gently put down the little yellow man, like a ruthless scumbag, and said lightly: "Well, give me the package, you can go."

The little yellow man took out a piece of scraps of paper that Fu Li saw from his pocket, moved his eyes from the scraps of paper to Fu Li's face, nodded and said: "You are Fu Li, that's right, what about silly treasure? "

Fu Li pointed to Sha Bao who had just come out of the house: "Isn't this what it is?"

The little yellow man was taken aback, stared at Shabao for a moment, lowered his head to look at the paper, then raised his head to look at Shabao. After repeating a few times, he wrinkled his face in confusion and said, "But according to the information given to me, Silly Bao is a short winter melon the size of a human four or five-year-old child! This person is as tall as you, how could he be a fool?"

Dwarf winter melon.

Sha Bao's eyes darkened, and before he could say anything, he felt Fu Li grabbing his hand, shaking out his heart full of righteous indignation: "Sha Bao is not short! It's different from your finger family, he has grown taller if he eats well recently."

The little yellow said angrily: "People don't call it the finger family! They said, they want to leave the family! Don't look at our small size, we can travel thousands of miles a day! And the little yellow people have already defeated Kira Masu Fortunately, it has become the leading company of Xiujie Express!"

While talking, after seeing that Fu Li didn't show any admiration and admiration, he also felt that bragging was meaningless, so he said: "Hmph...forget it, let's just believe you once."

The little yellow man took out an extremely tiny mobile phone from his backpack, and only heard "Ding Dong, your order has been delivered", he climbed off the package with hands and feet, and pulled his beloved little yellow car by the way.

Before leaving, I did not forget to add: "Please give Minion 931 a good review!"

"Wait..." As soon as the words started, the little yellow car jerked away and flew away.

Fuli: "..."

So tell him how to give a good review...

Fu Li shook his head, dragged the cardboard box back to the living room, and opened it repeatedly, only to find that there were jackets for two people, trekking poles, oxygen cylinders and other necessary equipment for human mountaineering inside.

Although for Fuli and Li, any tools are just for show.

Jackets are marked with their respective names.

Fu Li opened one that belonged to him, gestured to himself twice, and it fit unexpectedly.

Then he opened Shabao's jacket, thinking that it should fit well, but was surprised to find that Shabao's jacket was less than half his size, barely able to serve as a bellyband.

After a little thought, Fu Li suddenly realized: "Ah, when you signed up last time, you were still a child. Although you have grown up now, the information from the headquarters has not changed, and I sent you clothes for children directly."

Sha Bao paused, and said: "No problem, I think I can..." Put on other clothes.

"Yeah, you're right! You can get smaller, and you can wear it when you get smaller." Fu Li quickly took over the conversation and continued on his own, nodding frequently as he spoke, not sure if it was intentional or not. .

Sha Bao: "..."

After Fu Li made a decision, he poured out all the utensils in the carton, and as the utensils fell, a piece of paper floated out.

He glanced roughly, only saw a line of characters he didn't know, and handed it to Zhu Lie.

Zhu Lie willingly acted as an automatic translator, and read: "Dear, due to insufficient funds, here is a suggestion to you that you can fly and swim for the trip to Kunlun. If you can swim, you can go there by yourself. Choose the flight crew, be careful撞到飞机和飞鸟，选择游泳的部员，也要小心轮船和潜水艇呢~来自：你们敬爱的总部客服……意思就是让你们自己想办法去昆仑，不过这语气……哇我有点想揍What about him!"

So... in fact, the headquarters is also poor?The entire management department of Xiujie is poor not only their Jinyang branch?Then if he dominates the world of cultivation, wouldn't he become the leader of the poor ghost—a big poor ghost?

Fu Li frowned, and for the first time had slight doubts about his long-cherished wish of dominating the cultivation world.

Probably the headquarters is too poor, and all the printing is made of inferior thin paper, and some black outlines can be faintly revealed on the printing side, and it is impossible to see what it is.

"There's something on the back." Sha Bao said suddenly.

Hearing this, Zhu Lie turned over the paper, revealing what was printed on the back.

It was a black and white portrait.

His appearance is very ordinary, even so ordinary that it can be described as extremely, let alone unrecognizable in a crowd, even if he gets along for a few days, he may turn around and forget what he looks like.

There is no memory point on this face, and the only thing worthy of people's attention for a moment is the smile on the corner of the lips.

It's not how pretty the smile is, but a black and white printed photo with a stiff smile.

Like—the portrait of the dead.

This mediocre person is destined not to have the name of Yangchun Baixue, and his name is also the kind that once shouted by the crowd, several people turn their heads back.

Printed just below the portrait.

Fortunately, Fu Li can still recognize these words.

He read it word by word:

"Hao, God."