Spirit Realm Walker

Love sweets and comics? Are you kidding me? If I make a mistake, I will be killed by the Marshal.

Zhang Yuanqing thought about it and immediately downloaded many cute cartoon character pictures, from the yellow Mickey Mouse in the early years to the recently popular Melon King.

Mixed in are "little girl masturbating", "anthropomorphic image of blood cells", "stray black cat" and so on.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he chose to send it.

Posting pictures directly without drawing or saying anything is a popular way of socializing at the moment.

The Marshal would not think of these pictures as Yuanshi Tianzun actually thought he liked cartoons, something only children loved.

No matter how powerful the scout is, he can't peek into your heart through the screen.

After the picture was sent, Zhang Yuanqing waited and waited. For about a few minutes, he heard a "ding-dong" sound from the snow.

Check the information quickly.

Marshal: Is something wrong? There are quite a lot of emoticons.

Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed. Being able to tell you the last half of the sentence means that the marshal is in a good mood. It would be bad if the two of you were "uninterested".

He quickly considered and spoke in his mind.

The marshal likes to be bowed to at the drop of a hat. The Fu family brothers and sisters have the same virtues, but they cannot do it over the phone, and the effect will be greatly reduced. Cartoons and sweets will definitely not do it.

As his thoughts turned, he finished speaking and sent the message.

Yuanshi Tianzun: I haven’t seen the Marshal for many days. Your heavenly and immortal figure that day is imprinted in my heart like the light of the sword that cut off the long river of fate before my eyes, and the sound of the sword as clear as the roar of a dragon lingers in my ears.

Yuanshi Tianzun: When I encountered some setbacks, I thought of you without any spine, only to find that you are already the biggest and strongest support in my mind. Ah, I am not asking you for anything, but I am asking you for something. I feel ashamed at the thought. The world says that I am a peerless genius and the leader of the alliance, but they don’t know that I am not even one ten thousandth as good as you.

After posting two long posts, he added an innocent emoji of an electric mouse.

What she said is a bit exaggerated. With the marshal's wisdom, he can probably tell that he wants to ask her to do something. Normally, it is easier to build a good impression if he speaks more seriously and sincerely. But if he wants to ask her frequently in the future, then he must be exaggerated. The more exaggerated the better. , Zhang Yuanqing thought.

For Fu Qingyang's sake, Fu Qingxuan will definitely agree, but you can't sincerely ask for help again and again. This will make the marshal feel that he has been cheated, and he will feel that This Yuanshi Tianzun has a lot of shit.

But if you use this exaggerated kneeling and licking method, the situation is different. You provide her with emotional value, and she will feel that if this person licks me like this and does something that is easy for me to do, I will help. Yes. Just wool,

It is a licking dog that provides assistance and charity.

It doesn't matter once, twice or three times.

Fu Qingyang helps him time and time again because Yuanshi Tianzun is my son's son. He licks me like that. I am responsible for him. If I can't help him, the heroes in the world will laugh at me. Fu Qingyang can't even protect his son. Who will do it in the future? Are you still messing around with me?

My Mr. Qian also said that this is to save face.

Marshal: Don't talk nonsense, tell me directly, what happened!

You will like this kind of nonsense in the future, Zhang Yuanqing typed the message.

Yuanshi Tianzun: That's right, I was in Bagui Province, and I was tasked with handling the issue of stolen money incognito with the Qinghe Department.

He told Fu Qingxuan in detail about how he destroyed the Linghui stronghold.

Marshal: It’s simple. Send an email to the Qinghe branch later and tell them that you are mine and will do things for me. They will not make things difficult for you again.

Yuanshi Tianzun: What if we are in trouble again?

Marshal: I can fly my sword and take people's heads.

Yuanshi Tianzun: You are electricity, you are light, you are the only myth!

Zhang Yuanqing exited the chat software with satisfaction, looked at the three beauties on the left, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "The matter is settled, the Qinghe branch does not dare to cause trouble for me anymore."

Xie Lingxi, who originally looked worried, smiled brightly: "Did you ask Fu Qingyang for help? No, the Qinghe branch has people as strong as demigods. No matter how powerful Mr. Qian is, the Qinghe tribe cannot buy it. The Qinghe tribe doesn't even have elders. Definitely buy it.

She has a demigod ancestor in her family, and she knows very well how terrifying such a force is.

Zhang Yuanqing curled up his lips: "I sent a message directly to the marshal. She owes me a favor and appreciates me very much. She thinks I am more talented than the Demon Lord and more likely to become a demigod."

"Among the younger generation in this world, if anyone can be promoted to demigod, she thinks it is me, so she is happy to establish a good and stable relationship with her. The fastest way to establish a good and stable relationship is to be kind to me."

The queen suddenly understood and said with admiration: "Master, you have already made the marshal think so highly of you. I have really good taste."

While Annie admired Mr. Yuanshi's talent and talent, she was also secretly worried. The bad relationship between Mr. Yuanshi and the headquarters gave her hope of poaching, but now that hope has become extremely slim.

How could it be that the demigods who deigned to condescend and take the initiative to show favors and make friends were bewitched by themselves, unless the president personally took action.

On the way back to the hotel, a god dialed the number of Deputy Minister Poppy's wife.

"Who are you!" A woman's loud voice came from the other side of the phone, speaking Mandarin with a heavy accent.

"Sister-in-law, I'm the head of the branch, and I'm out with Minister Poppy to do some business today." He replied respectfully with a statement on his head.

The Qinghe branch is different from other branches in that there are no secretaries, assistants, or a complete job system.

Minister Poppy was beaten into a stupid son of a landlord by Sanqing Daozu. He could only call and report to the minister's wife.

"Where is he? Why are you calling?" the woman over there asked.

"That's right, listen to me," Youshen Ming swallowed, "Something happened to Minister Poppy." He told the woman on the other end of the matter what had happened, and then immediately put the phone aside.

The next second, a middle-aged woman's roar came from the loudspeaker: "I don't care who he is or what his identity is, I want him to die, I want him to die!!!" A god raised his head with a wry smile on his face, Poppy The minister is not an ordinary Qinghe tribe member, she is the sister of the current leader of the Qinghe tribe.

Otherwise, how could the powerful position of deputy director of the Investigation Department fall to Minister Poppy? This is the position of managing the family law, and it needs to be a master.

Therefore, on the territory of Qinghe branch, this woman is definitely not angry about who she wants to die. She has the strength and foundation.

After roaring, the woman said in a rough voice: "You settle it well. If anything happens to him, you handle it together. Wait in the hotel, and I will ask Uncle Six to come over and deal with that Daozu."

The Sixth Uncle in her mouth is the real head of the investigation department: "Yes, yes!"

There is a god in his head, nodding and bowing even across the phone.

The woman on the other end hung up.

The car continued to move forward and it took a few more minutes to arrive at the hotel.

This is one of the few five-star hotels in Nanming City, but its specifications are only four-star. It is a bit far from the Nanming branch. In fact, there are many cheap hotels near the Public Security Department, but Minister Poppy is willing to make do with it.

And after willing to submit to the Five Elements Alliance, the Qinghe tribe has developed in recent years. I think they were just a bunch of mud-legged people in the mountains trying to make a living. The spiritual realm walkers in the tribe worked as bodyguards for the big bosses, guarded the mines, collected loan sharks, transported flour, etc., what a dirty thing. Do all the hard work.

In the 1960s, the two major scourges in Bagui Province were the Psychic Society and the Qinghe Tribe. Later, the master of Zhongting suppressed the ancestors of the Qinghe tribe, and the entire tribe surrendered to the imperial court. With hundreds of millions of annual expenses, it suddenly turned around.

Now accustomed to living a wealthy life, the group of Ergouzi, Zhao Tiezhu and Niu Cuihua began to talk about style and pomp, and lived the lives of Stephen, Vincent and Musk.

A god raised his head and opened the door. With the help of snail powder, he helped Minister Poppy enter the hotel.

While the elevator was going up, Luosifen whispered: "Sanqing Daozu is the senior deacon of Songhai. A big shot of this level will be cherished by the headquarters. Should we inform the Songhai branch?"

Compared to the god who raised his head, whose back had been bent by the Qinghe branch, this young deacon preferred the Five Elements Alliance in his heart.

"It's just a senior deacon. Compared to the entire Qinghe branch, he is as light as a feather. In addition, this matter has nothing to do with you. We are here to mediate. If reconciliation cannot be achieved, what does it have to do with us? If you come in blindly, you will harm us. What's the benefit? No matter it's the Songhai branch or the Qinghe branch, one fart can kill us." A god raised his head and glanced at the dull and stupid Poppy, and hummed: "I want money! Don't look at this. Everyone in the Qinghe tribe has a straight face and pretends to be serious. A few decades ago, they were all nouveau riche. They were so poor that they became dogs now, and now they are obsessed with money."

"Tsk, tsk, 100 million, this is more than our entire net worth."

The snail powder looked at the nose and heart, and could not speak.

The two of them got out of the elevator, returned to the room, and left the dull and stupid Minister Poppy on the bed. At this moment, the mysterious cell phone rang with a call from the woman.

The god raised his head with a naturally and habitually flattering smile on his face: "Sister-in-law, what do you want me to do?"

"Send that damn ghost back," the woman said coldly.

The woman suddenly roared: "Send that damn ghost back to me, now! Do you need me to come and pick you up in person? Now! You're deaf, aren't you?"

There was a god who raised his head and trembled with fright: "Yes, yes, come back immediately." He hung up the phone tremblingly, and looked at Luosifen in confusion.

"No, we won't pursue the case?" Luosi Fan sighed in relief after realizing it: "It seems that she is not as domineering as you said, and she is still reasonable. Killing a senior deacon is not something that can be easily dealt with."

"She is irrational. Women are emotional animals, and they have been domineering for many years. Do you expect her to weigh the pros and cons?" A god raised his head and shook his head. "Something must have happened, something big that can suppress her bad temper. "

After saying that, the two looked at each other and suddenly made a bold guess. "That Sanqing Dao Ancestor deacon." Luosifeng looked horrified: "It's right not to get involved."

"That's right." A god raised his head and murmured, "Where did it come from?"

It was just getting dark.

In an abandoned warehouse in Nanming City, Zhang Yuanqing held a porcelain bowl that exuded strong Yin energy in one hand and a brush in the other. His handsome heart was full of solemnity, and the tip of the pen was wandering on the ground. The mysterious and twisted spirit seal full of Taoist charm was rapidly taking shape. .

This is a formation for condensing spiritual servants.

He also has two sixth-level Yin Corpses and a sixth-level Wraith Spirit that has not yet been refined. He had previously thought that when the power of Taiyin had accumulated to a certain extent, he could consider refining another Yin Corpse.

After careful consideration, I felt that there were too many Inferi and too few spiritual servants. It was time for the Ghost Bride and Xiao Doubi to upgrade.

Zhang Yuanqing planned to turn the sixth-level resentful spirit into nutrients and feed it to Xiao Doubi and Pai Lan.

Xiao Dou successfully broke through to the Saint, and Bai Lan, who already has the peak power of level four, should be able to break through to the early stage of level six.

In fact, it would be easier to directly refine the resentful spirit into a spirit servant. What we are doing now is like taking off our pants and farting.

But Bai Lan and Xiao Dou have become accustomed to using it, and now the Ghost Bride can no longer keep up. The fourth-level spiritual servant seems to have only the role of cannon fodder.

Bai Lan herself seemed to be aware of this problem, and gradually stopped calling him husband, silently waiting to be abandoned.

Zhang Yuanqing slapped his head, although the ghost bride can't sleep, I have been close to her for a long time, so why should I abandon her?

So she decided to devour the sixth-level resentful spirit for her.

But swallowing a resentful spirit that is better than one's level is tantamount to taking poison, so it needs to be purified by carving the spirit seal formation.

When the last stroke of the spiritual seal fell, the power of Taiyin suddenly penetrated and connected them together. Zhang Yuanqing felt that there was majestic and terrifying power surging in the room.

He immediately waved, and a black-red wooden box flew from the corner and fell into his hand.

Zhang Yuanqing used the power of dance control to send it into the formation, and then summoned Xiao Doubi and Bai Lan. Amidst the yin energy, a woman wearing a bright red wedding dress appeared, holding a round and cute baby.

"Master!" The ghost bride saluted and stood respectfully aside.

Zhang Yuanqing said "hmm" and said with a smile: "Madam, I have prepared a gift for you."