Express delivery is a high-risk occupation

As the night darkened, most of the people in Yudai Lake Park had dispersed, and the people who set up street stalls were busy packing their things and going home in twos and threes. No one paid attention to the few people under the bridge.

"This old man's ancestral treasure knife is not ordinary." The old man shook his head, his gray hair reflected a soft luster under the street lamp, he brushed the plainly decorated scabbard with his hand lovingly, with a unique pious expression on his face He respected, "There is a sword god living in it, which can keep the house safe and protect the house from evil spirits. It is very effective. I am old, and I just want to entrust it to someone who knows the goods. Are you sure you don't think about it anymore?"

Sword God?

Xu Mu looked at the scabbard covered with black light and gray bulges, gold and stones and other inanimate objects. If he had succeeded in self-cultivation, he should be called a monster. However, it called itself a general just now, and it may be because of the touch of the general who wore it back then. The cultivation of popularity is the spirit.

It should be either a monster or a spirit, right?

Feng Yuan didn't respond to the old man's words for a while, and looked thoughtful.From the thick patina on the handle, it can be seen that this knife is handed down from ancient times and has a long history.

The saber body is thick with aura, and the blood aura is like a shadow, very fierce. It is obvious that it has drunk the blood of countless people, even though it is sealed in the sheath, it still leaks faintly.

Hundred souls become evil, this knife, even if it has not been cultivated into a spirit, is already close to the level of Tiansha. How can ordinary evil things get close to it?

In terms of combat power alone, I am afraid that only in the heyday of the husband can it compete with it.

What the old man said about town houses is definitely not false.

Moreover, the price of Tang knives has always been extremely high, and there is no market for it. If an old man needs money, he may just go to an antique shop and get a huge sum of money. Now it is sold on a street stall, which is really strange.

Fuzhu didn't understand at all, or didn't understand the threat in front of Hengdao. When the stall owner spoke, his upper body secretly lowered down, eager to pounce on it.

[Bold, you stinky cat! 】The voice cut off sharply, and there seemed to be a hint of panic mixed with disgust.

The cold air suddenly surged around, and a whirlwind suddenly blew up. The fallen leaves were mixed with grass clippings, and the dust was flying up.

Feng Yuan lowered his eyes and stared at the hostile horizontal knife on the ground, and calmly pulled Xu Mu behind him, and pressed three fingers with his other hand, ready to make a seal at any time.

Caught off guard, Huo Zhu was like a little white fur ball, which was blown somersaults several times and fell to the edge of the waterproof platform.A few strands of broken white ground hair fluttered to the ground.

When Xu Mu opened his eyes again, the horizontal knife and the kitten in front of him were gone.

He turned his head and searched around, only to find that Fu Zhu, who had fallen to the ground, was shaking his head and getting up from the side of the road, and the horizontal knife was sticking to the old man's right foot as if he was trying to stay away from them. No matter how you look at it, it seems to be a bit aggressive and fled.

Xu Mu looked suspiciously at the black-scabbed horizontal knife at the old man's feet, with only the hilt showing. Why did it hide there?

Feng Yuan put his hands back into his pockets calmly, leaned into Xu Mu's ear with a half-smile and lowered his voice, "Maybe it's because the wind is blowing too hard, it's not about running away."

[Whoever escapes, this general will not be a deserter! ] Hearing Feng Yuan's words, Heng Dao immediately refuted.

Xu Mu: ……………

Before you say this, can you go back to your original position?

Slowly, the old man stretched out his hand to flatten the crumpled bedding at his feet, and put the knife back on the bedding.

Fu Zhu, who had suffered a loss, stood firm and rushed towards the horizontal knife aggressively again, bowing his head and about to throw out two golden lights, ready to take revenge.

Xu Mu quickly stopped it, "Sprite, don't make trouble."

In front of so many people, a few bolts of lightning crackled, as long as one person photographed it, there would be an uproar and everyone would know about it. Will it be said that you are the reincarnation of Ultraman?

[Smelly cat, get away, stay away from this general! 】Before the husbands approached, Hengdao screamed again, and the surrounding wind was blowing up again, rustling, and the white hair balls fluttered here and there like dandelions in the whirlwind, and were blown upside down again.

The horizontal knife turned over to the old man's feet strangely again, and the black bedding was wrapped around the knife.

Xu Mu and Feng Yuan stood there unscathed, looked at Fu Zhu who had been swept away twice, and then looked at the horizontal knife hidden in the bedding, a strange thought popped up in their minds, this knife should be Could it be that you are afraid of cats?

The old man sighed, put his palms together and bowed to the sky, "Young old man knows, it's time to go home today."

[That is, if you don't go back to "Legend of the Ranger", it's time to start. 】Hangdao's mood turned [-] degrees when Husband was away, and there was a hint of joy in his tone.

Several black lines rolled out on Xu Mu's forehead, is this Dao Ling Ganqing still a TV kid?

Naturally, the old man couldn't hear Dao Ling's words. Seeing that there was no wind around again, he calmed down and packed up his things, wrapped the knife with a bedcloth, and before leaving, he shook his head regretfully at Xu Mu and Feng Yuan. "Young man, it seems that the sword god is unwilling to go home with you."

Xu Mu scratched his ear, as long as it was happy.

Feng Yuan nodded politely at him, "Maybe the fate has not come yet."

The old man let out a long sigh, held the knife in his hands and walked towards the west in frustration, and he seemed to be living near N University.

Fu Zhu, who suffered a loss but had nowhere to vent his anger, ran back, jumped on Xu Mu's feet angrily, and bit his shoelaces, it was you!If you hadn't protected it just now, I would have beaten it to pieces!

Xu Mu lowered his head helplessly to look at the white hair ball that was about the same size as his feet, why did you take the initiative to provoke him just now?You haven't recovered from the injury you were injured last time, so it's better if you don't fight or not, just based on your obvious lack of evil spirit.

Feng Yuan looked at the man and the cat clearly, the weapons were born to fight, they showed their sharpness, and they were full of hostility.The ferocious beasts who were always aggressive and aggressive were probably unconsciously aroused by the horizontal knife to fight.

There was almost no one in Yudai Lake Park, and Xu Mu dragged Feng Yuan to the place where the formation was broken last time to take a look. The turf had been re-planted, and there was no trace of the tragic past on this lawn under the night light.The soul-calling and breaking formation that night seemed to have never happened.

The two chatted while walking, and by the way, Xu Mu told Feng Yuan the truth about the treasure map found in Haiwu Tim Tau Map.

"Guanshan?" Feng Yuan frowned slightly, "Why did you hide in such a remote place?"

"Either the original master lived closer to there, or it's safer to hide there?" Xu Mu stepped on the shadows of the two boredly, and turned his head to look at Feng Yuan. Both reasons come to mind.

"Forget it, let Young Master Wang and the others have a headache, it doesn't have much to do with us anyway." Feng Yuan shrugged indifferently.Treasure map of the Ming Dynasty?That is, a pile of gold and silver, which is of no great use.

On the second day, Xu Mu, who was always lively and lively, woke up later than Feng Yuan for the first time. He lay lazily on the sofa, his mind seemed to be filled with paste, he was drowsy, and his limbs seemed to be tied with a few stones. It's too heavy to move.

Feng Yuan sat on the armrest of the sofa, and touched his forehead with his hand, "Your forehead is a little hot, did it freeze from the blower last night?"

"Probably not." Xu Mu blinked, blowing the air?Those two gusts of wind blown by Dao Ling?impossible?He is in good health. He has grown so big that he can count the number of fevers on his five fingers.There was a faint scent of lemon hand sanitizer on Feng Yuan's hand, which penetrated into his nose, and it smelled refreshing.

Xu Mu struggled to prop up his arms, and was about to get up, when Feng Yuan pressed him on the sofa with one hand, picked up the air conditioner that had fallen in half from the carpet, and covered him airtightly, "Hold on, wait for me Find an ear thermometer."

"Brother, I'm fine." Xu Mu buried half of his face under the quilt, and spoke in a dignified voice.If you ask for leave for such a minor illness, today's salary will be gone!

"It's okay, I'll talk about it after I finish taking your temperature." Feng Yuan gave him a sideways look, stood up and looked for the medicine box.

Xu Mu could only keep his mouth shut obediently.

Feng Yuan swept his ear canal with an ear thermometer, and the words 38 degrees three immediately popped up on the small electronic screen.

Feng Yuan frowned and raised the ear warmer in front of Xu Mu, "Look for yourself."

"Actually, I don't have any big feelings. Otherwise, I'll go to work first and go home to rest immediately after delivering the courier?" Xu Mu propped up his upper body, trying to behave more normally, but his movements were a little unsteady because of the weakness of his hands and feet.

"At this temperature, are you still thinking about delivering that delivery?"

"Take a piece of antipyretic medicine and then..." It's all right.Xu Mu pursed his parched lips, trying to fight for it again, but under Feng Yuan's threatening gaze, he automatically swallowed the second half of the sentence silently.

"Don't think about express delivery. Give me your boss's number, and I will ask for leave together. Take medicine in the morning, and if the fever persists later, I will take you to the hospital to get salt water." Feng Yuan said incredulously , reaching out to Xu Mu for the number.

Xu Mu looked at Feng Yuan pitifully, desperately hoping for an amnesty, but under Feng Yuan's unwavering gaze, he could only hand over the boss's wife's number aggrievedly.

Feng Yuan gave him a warning look, raised his hand to look at his watch, stretched out his hand to loosen the tie knot just tied, took out his mobile phone and went to the balcony to call for leave.

This is a big loss!

Xu Mu cried and hugged the quilt and leaned on the back of the sofa, sighing heavily.

Forget about his salary, Feng Yuan's salary must be higher.If you add it together……………

Thinking of money, the courier boy felt his head hurt even more.

Fu Zhu nimbly jumped onto the sofa, raised his head, and tentatively touched Xu Mu's quilt corner with the pink paw pad, but got no response.

When Feng Yuan came back from the phone call, he saw Xu Mu curled up in the corner of the sofa in a dazed state, powerless.

He frowned, strode over, picked up Xu Mulian and the quilt, and stuffed them into his big bed in the master bedroom.Then I found two antipyretics and poured them down for him.

Fu Zhu followed Feng Yuan and ran into the bedroom, blinking his glazed eyes and lying on the bedside table closest to Xu Mu, seeming a little worried.

After more than half an hour, Xu Mu's condition did not improve, but worsened, and he was not even conscious.

Feng Yuan frowned and took a towel to help Xu Mu wipe the sweat from his forehead. He felt that something was wrong. He looked at Fuzhu, turned the tablet at his side into a drawing board and threw it to him, "Tell me about what happened to him yesterday. Whatever you have done, don’t miss a single thing.”