Spirit Realm Walker

"Oh, my dear Shichang, it's so beautiful to see you. You can't imagine how I've been here for the past three days. I miss you very much, just like I miss the apple pie made by grandma. I can't tell you. It’s the truth, and God will bear witness for me.”

Zhang Yuanqing stepped forward with a smile on his face and hugged Li Dongze warmly.

At this time, a young female staff member enthusiastically handed over a glass of red wine. Li Dongze elegantly raised his hand to block it and said seriously:

"Oh no, please change it to ice Coke!"

So Zhang Yuanqing walked to the sofa with an ice coke in his hand, and said hello to Wang Tai and Teng Yuan respectively.

"You will leave the second team soon, or become the immediate boss of the second team." Wang Tai held a cake in his hand and enjoyed it with satisfaction, "It is made of animal butter and tastes good. This kind of butter The advantage is that you won’t get tired of eating it, unlike vegetable butter, which is cheap and unappetizing. Their ingredients are different.”

No, I'm not interested in their split! Zhang Yuanqing interrupted hastily, "I don't know why, but the dog owner hasn't talked to me yet. I called him, but no one answered. This is very strange. What do you think?"

Teng Yuan, Wang Tai and Li Dongze were unable to answer, while Guan Ya sat in the corner, pretending to chat and laugh with a female employee.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at Jiang Jingwei who was eating and drinking, and said:

"Jingwei, do you know?"

Jiang Jingwei was immersed in the delicious food and turned his ears to nothing outside the window.

"Jingwei, Jingwei!" Zhang Yuanqing slashed the back of the girl's neck with his knife, "Jingwei!"

Jiang Jingwei spat out roasted meat and slices of ham in one mouthful. He was angry and distressed, and said, "What are you doing!"

Zhang Yuanqing repeated the question.

"Oh~" Jiang Jingwei suddenly realized it and looked at Teng Yuan with reluctance as he swept her spit-out meat into the trash can and said:

"Probably still reading the copy of Killing."

Seeing that her colleagues didn't understand, she explained: "Every year in the killing dungeon, the alliance leader will bring some elders to watch the battle from outside the dungeon. But how do you see the outside of the dungeon? I don't understand very well. My dad said that people with too low levels cannot enter. Go, when I get to the Dominion Realm, he will take me to play."

Can the leader bring the elders in to watch? The members of the second team were greatly shocked. It was the first time they heard of such a thing.

Zhang Yuanqing was also shocked, and at the same time very horrified, because he exposed too many things in the killing copy.

The Demon Lord's teleportation talisman and the Demon Lord's disguise ring. Although these two props are definitely not the Demon Lord's signature props, if the big guys outside have seen them, they will definitely arouse suspicion.

——Neither of the two props belongs to the Night Travel God profession.

Theoretically, it was unlikely that he would get it.

In addition, he naturally thought of the phenomenon where the black full moon hidden in the character card suddenly appeared and turned itself into a crescent moon at the end of the mission.

This is the character stuck hiding himself and his identity as the descendant of the Demon Lord.

"I see."

Zhang Yuanqing murmured in a low voice with a very ugly expression on his face.

Because he realized that the character card has "self-awareness". If we talk about the Tiger Talisman, Black Full Moon was stimulated by the rules props and showed up actively, which is passive.

So what about this time?

The big boss outside the dungeon did not exert any influence on him, but the character card blocked Full Moon on its own.

It is enough to show that it has self-awareness. It knows that there are big bosses outside watching. It knows that the identity of the descendant of the Demon King cannot be exposed. Who is it?

The character card cannot have self-awareness. If it does, it must be something else.

This discovery made Zhang Yuanqing feel a little thorny in his back and restless.

He could accept the Demon Lord's character card calmly, after all, it was just an object, but if this object contained the consciousness of others, it would be something that would make people unable to sleep peacefully.

"The only good thing is that you don't have to worry about the identity of the Demon King's successor being exposed in the future," he thought with amusement.

In this way, there is no need for him to rack his brains to hide his identity, and the character card will maturely "hide" himself. For example, in the stone temple that day, the Maoshan Warlock's test was destined to fail.

His answer must be the third descendant of the Demon King: I am not! You are talking nonsense! Don't accuse me wrongly!

Wait, if the elders watched the process of killing the copy, then what I told Yuan Ting. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly felt heavy and felt that the future was full of anxiety.

At this time, Fujiyuan said:

"The killing copy of the Saint Realm should end tomorrow."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "The killing copy of the Transcendent Realm will take three days for the main line and five days for the Saint. It will be around seven o'clock tomorrow morning."

Fujiyuan nodded: "I'm looking forward to the results."

After saying that, he looked like a fish that had been salted for thousands of years, and ate the food listlessly.

The civilians and travelers of the second team ate and drank until eleven o'clock at noon before dispersing, leaving a few civilians to clean up the mess.

Zhang Yuanqing sent a message to Kou Beiyue while going to the toilet:

"I got a piece of news. The top leaders of the lawful camp have the habit of watching killing copies. It is very likely that the evil camp also has it. You should be careful."

Kou Beiyue quickly replied:

"Oh, I've known it for a long time. Madoka said that big shots may not remember me, but to be on the safe side, I will keep a low profile recently. When those guys return to reality, Madoka will find out information for me to see if I am wanted. "

That's good! Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Kou Beiyue sent another message:

"Are you messing with my little brother?"

The information is quite good. Zhang Yuanqing replied with a "hmm".

"I know what you're thinking, but I don't think there's much hope. Aren't those big guys watching the whole battle? They must know the situation. When they return from the killing dungeon, they will endorse it for my little brother." Kou Beiyue sent a message.

Except for the Southern Sect of Nihility Sect, how could other organizations endorse "good ministers choose their masters and kill them"? They just want the little fat man to be killed.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't panic at all.

Kou Beiyue was still too young. He only had black and white concepts in his mind. There was still a life-and-death struggle within the organization. How could the three evil camps be of the same mind?

If there is a chance to trap the geniuses in the other organization, the evil organization will definitely be more active than the lawful camp.

"You don't need to think about this. Just contact the good ministers in a few days to choose the master and kill him." Zhang Yuanqing sent this message, but did not receive a response for a long time.

When he put away his mobile phone and walked out of the toilet, Kou Beiyue's text message came belatedly:

"Damn it, uncle, just to reply to your message, I just ran into the green belt and spilled all the takeaways in the box. Please pay me!!"

Zhang Yuanqing silently sent a fifty-cent red envelope and then turned off his phone.

From the bar in the living area, he took a bouquet of roses that the clerks gathered together and prepared to discard, hid them behind him, and walked along the steel stairs to the second floor.

In the office area on the second floor, there are only Guan Ya and Wang Tai.

Jiang Jingwei was picked up by the housekeeper sent by his mother because he had to go to school. It was even more impossible for Teng Yuan to stay in the unit and work. There were only Wang Tai and Guan Ya in the office area.

The former had enough to eat and drink, and was immersed in his own world without any distractions.

Guan Ya was watching a variety show with headphones on, and caught the sound of footsteps. She looked up and lowered her gaze calmly.

What happened yesterday was still vivid in her mind, and she still couldn't break free from the embarrassment, shyness, and social rigidity. As soon as she saw Yuanshi, the wet sheets and pants would appear in her mind.

This made her want to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

"Sister Guan Ya, give you a rose." Zhang Yuanqing presented the delicate rose.

Lao Siji glanced at it, feeling angry and funny, and said angrily:

"There is no sincerity in offering flowers to Buddha."

Zhang Yuanqing seemed to know that she would say this, and immediately said:

"Then find someone who is sincere, Sister Guan Ya. My grandma wants to treat you to dinner tomorrow night."

"No!" Guan Ya looked like she was watching the show seriously.

At this time, you must stalk and become a gangster. Zhang Yuanqing kept the advice of his life mentor in mind and said with a playful smile:

"If you don't come, I will take the whole family to your place for dinner."

Guan Ya didn't seem to expect that he was such a gangster. She raised her eyes, glared, and said angrily:

"Why should I go to your house for dinner? What is our relationship?"

This was different from what she thought. In her mind, she tried to downplay what happened yesterday. After a while, the awkward emotions passed and everyone agreed not to mention it, so she could continue talking and laughing with Yuan Shi.

This is what she thinks is the most reasonable and best outcome.

Based on her understanding of Yuanshi, although the brat is a talker, he lacks experience in matters between men and women. According to his communicative style, seeing that he is more sensitive and embarrassed, he should take the initiative to talk and talk dirty to resolve the issue. She's right to be embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, instead of taking the initiative to ease the awkwardness between the two of them, he actually took advantage of the situation and invited her to his house for dinner?

What's the relationship with everyone? I just invited him to my house for dinner.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at Wang Tai in the distance, then pulled up a chair, sat next to Guan Ya, and blew into her crystal ears with a low and ambiguous tone:

"What do you think our relationship is?"

The two of them were very close to each other, and he was taller than Guan Ya. As soon as his eyes dropped, he could see the white scenery in the collar of his white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned.

She had always been the kind of woman who could hold her shirt tight.

A white shirt with a small waist and a big chest is always at the top of the list of uniform temptations.

Guan Ya's body stiffened, her ears instantly turned red, and she said with a straight face, "We are colleagues."

Sure enough, as Lingjun said, she adopted an evasive attitude, wanting to be like an ostrich, trying to pass yesterday's events quietly, pretending that nothing happened, and then continue to maintain an ambiguous relationship with me. What a scumbag. Zhang Yuanqing murmured in his heart.

Guan Ya's ostrich mentality actually comes from family pressure.

She longs for love, but is wary of her family's attitude. She is full of frustration and pessimism about the future, and is very contradictory.

"At this time, you need to take advantage of the victory and take the initiative to control the relationship between the two. It is impossible to expect her to take the initiative."

The words of the life coach flashed through my mind.

Without thinking, Zhang Yuanqing took the crystal clear earlobe in his mouth. It was cool and filled with a refreshing fragrance. It was hard to tell whether it was body fragrance or perfume.

It smells good.

Guan Ya was caught off guard, her delicate body suddenly stiffened as if she was electrocuted.

The roots of her ears were burning hot, and her fair neck was quickly stained with an intoxicating blush, with thin goosebumps raised.

She sat there blankly, as if she didn't expect this guy to be so bold, just being flirtatious and ambiguous in the office, and yet, he was eating her up.

Zhang Yuanqing stopped when he saw that he was good, looked at Guan Ya whose cheeks were red, and said:

"Thanks to you for my cousin's promotion last time. My grandma has long wanted to treat you to dinner. I will pick you up tomorrow night."

Guan Ya stood up in a hurry, grabbed the bag on the table, and said with a straight face, "I have something to do, so I have to get off work first. Yuanshi, I'm not free tomorrow night."

Carrying the bag and stepping on high heels, she walked away.

"You must come." Zhang Yuanqing shouted at her back.

When the sound of Guan Ya's fleeing footsteps disappeared, Wang Tai raised his head and stared at Zhang Yuanqing with dead eyes:

"Have you decided on the child's name?

"If not, I can help get one. Trust me, the Bachelor is a professional."

Zhang Yuanqing shrugged: "Is it free? I'll come to you for free."

He took out his mobile phone in a good mood and called Fu Qingyang's bunny girl and asked her to send Blood Rose back.

After leaving Guan Ya's house that day, he sent Blood Rose back to Fujiawan again.

Now he has to take her back. If Guan Ya refuses, he can't force her. He needs a "spare tire" to deal with grandma.

Half past four in the afternoon.

Zhang Yuanqing led Blood Rose back home secretly.

The living room is quiet. At this time, grandpa likes to chat with his old friends, drink tea and play chess, while grandma will go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. Knowing the regularity of family activities, he deliberately chooses this time to go home.

Zhang Yuanqing entered the bedroom, hid Blood Rose in the closet, and glanced at the scenery in the room.

"Old Bangzi can only come to reality for two days at a time. He should be back by tomorrow morning."

"Fu Qingyang will return tomorrow. Well, he probably won't blame me. After all, no one will have trouble with him because of his trash talk. It's okay to say it, but Elder Dog will definitely blame me."

"My cousin hasn't arrested the target yet."

While thinking, Zhang Yuanqing took out the magic pestle and put it in the desk drawer.

Fujiawan.

In the spacious and luxurious master bedroom, a figure appeared out of thin air, and it was Fu Qingyang.

At this time, he had a short ponytail hanging down to his shoulders, and the armor on his body was covered with sword marks and traces of smoke and fire.

Under the armor, there were faint traces of blood.

Despite his wretched appearance, stained with stains and blood from the war, Mr. Fu's knife-carved face was still impossibly handsome.

Instead of being restrained, his aloof temperament revealed a majesty that he had never seen before between his brows.

Like a young emperor, like a commander in charge of the three armies.

"Ahem!"

Fu Qingyang covered his lips and coughed hard, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

He was seriously injured in the killing dungeon. Although his life level was sublimated at the moment of being promoted to master and some of his injuries were passively treated, his physical condition was still in poor condition.

Fu Qingyang walked to the bed and pressed the "call button".

After a while, two tall bunny girls were summoned, opened the door of the master bedroom, walked through the outer room, and came to Fu Qingyang.

"Master, are you awake?"

The bunny girl smiled brightly and was filled with joy.

The bunny girls in the entire villa are preparing, worrying and praying for the young master's return.

Fu Qingyang nodded slightly: "Prepare food, prepare hot water, and prepare clean clothes."

After giving the instructions, he said again:

"Bring up the standings of the Transcendent Realm Killing Dungeon."

He has achieved what he promised, and it's time to see Yuanshi Tianzun's performance.

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.