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Zhuang Jiu analyzed: "..."

Mr. Ghost: "..."

The two stalemate for a while, and finally Zhuang Jiuxi slowly rubbed over, lowered his head and put his chest on his chest, and said in a very low voice, "Brother Gui, you are back, here is the piece of paper."

As he spoke, he obediently handed over the slip of paper, and hoped to change the subject so that the other party would not remember the matter of him ravaging the little black robe while he was in danger.

"It should have been ejected by a piece of paper. When I became conscious, I returned to the manor."

Mr. Li Gui took the piece of paper, but he was not sucked in this time, but maybe he had seen the outside world, which made him look extra calm, and looking at the guilty brat, he just said lightly:

"Go back to your room and rest."

Zhuang Jiuxi simply couldn't wish for it. For the first time, he didn't chatter, but took the initiative to say: "Okay, good night, brother ghost!"

His figure quickly disappeared from sight.

Mr. Li Gui put the piece of paper back next to the tablet.

The power in the piece of paper has been exhausted, but the magic circle in the tablet still connects them firmly, making people wonder how much thought power Zhuang Jiuxi has in him to squander like this?

This kind of mind power is the living person's obsession with the dead ghost. Generally, it only exists between relatives and husbands and wives, and there is very little power available, but it seems to be inexhaustible when it comes to him.

It was clear that they only got together for half a month, but they could ignore his indifference and take the initiative to stick to others time and time again, revealing their secrets, even putting the most fragile ear in his hands, and...

The image of the young man kissing the paper man flashed through Mr. Li Gui's mind. He coughed lowly, and the whole ghost seemed a little uncomfortable. Finally, he pursed his lips and disappeared into the air.

Noon the next day.

Zhuang Jiuxi was still lazily lying on the bed in a daze, and his brain began to slowly recall what happened yesterday.

… Brother Gui really accompanied him to eat fried chicken?

The boy jumped off the bed and ran out wearing slippers. He was relieved when he saw the broken photo frame and the lying paper painting in front of the memorial tablet. It was not a dream, it was real!

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He savored the taste of delicious food happily.

But running down the mountain and back up is really tiring. If Brother Gui can still possess him in the future, he will have to buy an electric car.

Zhuang Jiuxi put on the agenda the plan to buy a mobile phone and a car in a serious manner.

Although he regards money as his life, he doesn't even buy a piece of clothing, and he doesn't change his mobile phone when it's broken, but he never hesitates to spend his money.

For example, buy Luna's wife's figure;

Another example is to buy a mobile phone for Mr. Li Gui, who has been out of touch with society for more than ten years, and urge him to keep up with the trend of the times.

For something like money, if there is expenditure, there must be income.

Zhuang Qiongqiong started his daily live broadcast without hesitation, and the effect of the program was perfect.

In this regard, netizens also have something to say: [Zhuang, you really worry about selling this house every day. 】

Zhuang Jiuxi also replied very sincerely: "No, I didn't have any hope of selling it from the beginning, but I have to work hard to show it to the boss. What if he thinks that I am passive and sabotage and don't pay me wages?"

【wtmxs】

【I worked hard, I pretended.jpg】

[It's okay 23333, your boss recently maliciously acquired a holographic technology company, worth almost 300 billion US dollars, so he won't come to stare at your live broadcast room. 】

[Is it the melon I know? The acquisition of JIS Technology in Country Y? 】

JIS?

Zhuang Jiuxi has heard of this name before. In recent years, the technology company with the best research and development effect on holographic technology. The recently popular holographic game "Greek Mythology" is a money-making machine launched by their company.

How could such a huge company be suddenly taken over by a hostile takeover?And the instigator...is still that unspeakable person on the Internet: Shen Yunqi?

He couldn't help being curious, and didn't bother to search online.

He asked directly: "What is this, can you give me a piece of melon and let me taste whether it is sweet or not?"

【sweet!Thieves are fucking sweet! 】

[This melon is simply not too funny hahahaha]

[It is said that the holographic game under JIS is to blame, because the game is so popular that even *** (cannot be said) went to play it, but when modeling, it was found that the race of our country could not be selected...]

[JIS’s racial discrimination has always been very serious, and it is also aimed at the Asian region. It has made a lot of insults to our country before, but because their holographic technology is very perfect, there are still many kneeling boys licking their foreign fathers. While playing, no one thought that Yang's father would provoke a mad dog this time~]

[I heard that a person who couldn't say that because of the poor game experience, directly asked the secretary to contact the person in charge of the game company, but the other party didn't know Taishan and turned on the secretary, saying that he likes to play or not, and then...]

【Then their company said no, it will be gone hahahahahaha】

[Laughing, it's the first time I feel that a certain unspeakable hostile takeover operation is very relieved! 】

"JIS should be backed by the government of country Y, right? If you say it's an acquisition, it's an acquisition???" Zhuang Jiu analyzed a question mark on his forehead, and then he couldn't help but feel a little emotional: "My boss is really patriotic. You said he was a lunatic before, see Look, this is clearly a living Bodhisattva!"

Netizen: [...It doesn't have to be. 】

[This is dog-eat-dog at most, the shepherd dog from JIS was torn to shreds by the Tibetan mastiff. 】

[Your boss's crazy criticism has been more restrained in the past two years. The acquisition of a technology company can cause carnival. In the early years... hehe. 】

"What happened in the early years?" Zhuang Jiu analyzed and searched, and the relevant data was 0.

I don't know how long it took before the netizen who knew the news leisurely posted: [In the early years, the entire business world was terrified when they heard his name. 】

"These are all villainous bosses."

Zhuang Jiuxi muttered, but quickly stopped the topic. He suggested, "Why don't we continue making Mala Tang today? I think I can make the seasoning right this time."

Evil bamboo shoots: […] It sounds scary.

The reality turned out to be even scarier.

He couldn't do it according to the instructions. He practiced until dark, and the finished product was still dark cooking.

The barrage was full of laughter.

Zhuang Jiuxi rubbed his sore wrist, sighed, this time he didn't pour out the food, but brought it out directly, he said: "Pick someone in the live broadcast room, and give the host the gourmet Mala Tang made by himself. "

Netizen: ? ? ?

Farewell!

The number of people participating in the lottery is 0.

"Damn, it's so shameless." Zhuang Jiuxi complained with a weary expression, "You fake fans, you don't even dare to eat the food I cooked with my own hands!"

Evil bamboo shoots: [Sorry, we are black fans. 】

"Okay, today's Malatang tutorial is over for the time being, I'll go back to my room and take a shower, and see if I want to broadcast it later in the evening."

Zhuang Jiuxi couldn't bear the bad smell all over his body.

He turned off the live broadcast, put the phone aside casually, stretched and walked towards the bathroom.

Night falls.

The figure of Mr. Li Gui quietly appeared.

When he walked in, he heard the happy humming of the little boy from the bathroom from a distance, and his eyelids twitched.

...too ugly.

He turned the corner expressionlessly, walked to the memorial tablet, and tried to touch the portrait with his fingers just like yesterday.

An electric current is transmitted from the fingertips to the whole soul.

He only felt that his eyes went dark, and then opened his eyes, bowed his head, and it really looked like he had small arms and short legs.

This time, Mr. Li Gui was obviously much more proficient at controlling the paper man's body movements.

He stabilized his thin body, took a step cautiously, took another step, and finally jumped down along the table.

The little black robe dangled and landed on the dining chair.

Yes, you can control yourself.

He climbed up the back of the chair and jumped onto another dining table.

A strange fragrance came over.

The little black robe turned his head suspiciously, and saw a steaming bowl of noodles on the side of the dining table, which contained various snacks and thick soup.

Is it... Zhuang Jiuxi's cooking?

The little black robe suddenly remembered the boy's wronged accusation last night.

"I've practiced cooking so hard for so long, and you've never tasted it again!"

The scars on his hands are still vivid.

The little black robe pursed his lips, and Baozi showed a serious expression on his face.

He slowly stretched out a hand to hold the side of the bowl, then imitated the way humans eat, lowered his head vigorously, and took a sip.

"..."

"........."

"…………"

A moment later, a purple paper man slowly fell and fell to the ground.

The little black robe was ravaged into a little purple robe. There was no trace of blood on his pale face, and his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, completely empty of consciousness.

Zhuang Jiuxi came out of the shower, and while wiping his hair, he said to himself: "Where's my phone?"

"Oh, I forgot it on the table."

He walked over, and was about to reach out, when he glanced at the floor from the corner of his eye and seemed to see nothing, when he lowered his head, he was instantly startled: "...Brother Ghost?!"

"Brother Gui, why did you turn purple!!!"

Zhuang Jiuxi quickly picked up the paper figurine, poked it lightly with his finger, "Brother Gui, are you still alive?"

Little Zipao didn't move, just stared at him deeply with Zi Youyou's pupils.

Zhuang Jiuxi was so stared at, he was looking at the paper figure, and looking at others... Wait, why is this bowl still there?

An ominous premonition welled up.

"Brother Gui, you won't eat this Mala Tang..."

It’s over.

He must be beaten to death by Brother Gui this time!

Early morning.

"Secretary Zhao, this is the talisman water sent by Daoist Xuan Jing."

"Amulet water?" Secretary Zhao took it, frowned, and said, "Didn't you tell them to send Mr. Shen some spirit treasures to exorcise evil spirits? What kind of talisman water!"

"He said talisman water is more useful..."

Secretary Zhao's face darkened immediately, and just as he was about to say something, he heard the sound of splashing water suddenly coming from the bedroom.

The sound seemed to be a sign. A group of people guarding the door pushed the door and walked in. Their footsteps were very light, not daring to disturb the people inside. The leader, Secretary Zhao, bent slightly and called softly, "Sir."

got no response.

The husband should have gone to the bathroom as soon as he woke up.

Secretary Zhao carefully glanced inside, and saw the man brushing his teeth, he felt a thump in his heart, he and the butler exchanged glances, both of them had rather ugly expressions.

The last time my husband brushed his teeth as soon as he woke up, it was because of a bitter smell of cinders in his mouth, what is it this time?

The man came out wearing a nightgown, with his head lowered, his black maroon curly hair covering his face, he tore off the Qibao bracelet from his wrist, and smashed it on the coffee table. With a crisp sound, the eminent monk consecrated the value Millions of coral agates shattered to the ground.

This kind of violence, done by his hands, also has an inexplicable elegance.

Secretary Zhao's eyelids twitched suddenly, the secret path was broken, it must be that the bracelet given by the eminent monk didn't work, or even... had the opposite effect.

"Zhao Jin," Shen Yunqi's voice was hoarse, but his tone was extremely calm, and he ordered without haste: "Go and smash the old monk's temple, I want to see how he looks homeless."

Secretary Zhao bit the bullet and agreed: "...Yes, sir."

The calmness of the gentleman's tone represents how terrifying his anger is.

To smashing a temple is really not a big deal for Mr. Shen, a famous mad dog in the business world.

Zhao Jin asked with fear and concern: "Sir, Dr. Li is outside, do you need him to come in?"

"No, I'm not hurt today."

Shen Yunqi wiped his lips casually, but the disgusting sour smell still lingered, his purple eyes were filled with haze, and he asked, "What did Taoist Master Xuanjing send today?"

Secretary Zhao said hesitantly: "...Fu Shui, he said that Fu Shui is more useful than Lingbao."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head cautiously, and saw Shen Yunqi looking over with a half-smile, his face immediately turned pale.

"Amulets work?"

There was a smile on the corner of Shen Yunqi's lips, but there was a coldness in his eyes, he reached out, took the talisman and shook slightly, tilted his head, his tone was gentle, but what he said was extremely absurd: "Thank you, Taoist Xuanjing, for me.

He has good intentions, and he can't let this talisman water be done for nothing, right? In this case, you can take it back and let him drink it for me, how about it? "