I have a room in Huangquan

Page 366

Although he didn't know the identity of the other party, there seemed to be an unusual message in his words.

The identity of the bad old man seems to be much greater than what he thought.

Except for the person on Youshan, whose identity is not known for the time being, it seems that no one else has the power to punish the bad old man.

Isn't this the one who is under one person and above ten thousand people? ?

scare! ! !Thinking of Ding Xiaoyi, he was startled.

But after thinking about it, the old man's wretched appearance seemed to have nothing to do with the kind of high-ranking and powerful person he had carefully imagined.

But what is certain is that the bad old man's background is very strong and tough.

Judging from the cheerful tone in the group, this time, they can't die, but they still have to peel off their skin.

At this time, Bai Pangpang said: "Xiao Yi, don't worry about him, this old guy is very thieves, he quit the group immediately, and he probably won't admit it afterwards, don't worry, he has the most thick skin Just being scolded."

Bai Pangpang finished talking, with nearly a million people

"That old thief is fine, at most it's thunder and rain, just be careful, this anonymous system will definitely be criticized by others, hurry up and send a message to the backstage to make changes!"

Ping Yijinren: "Hey, people have already changed it!"

When Ding Xiaoyi saw this chat message, his heart skipped a beat: "Is he Liao Qiu?"

Sure enough, I should have thought immediately that such a domineering name seems to be very suitable for that mysterious boss with deep pockets.

Didn't expect it was really him.

After knowing Ping Yijin's identity, he couldn't help but guess the identity of Tutu Youcha, but after thinking about it, he didn't know him, so guessing was useless.

The group chatted for a while in the group.

After Ding Xiaoyi confirmed that there was nothing serious about the bad old man, he made an appointment with Bai Pangpang to catch the sea together soon, and was ready to go offline.

"Ding Ding!!"

But just as he was about to go offline, the private chat window popped up.

It was Bai Pangpang's news, with a very shy expression, and then said: "Xiao Yi, next time we go, there may be a lot of people, so I will introduce you to you and get to know these two, yes You are good and harmless!"

Ding Xiaoyi didn't reply him directly, but picked up his mobile phone, took a picture of Mr. Chen who was building the oven, and sent it to Bai Pangpang.

"Hey, you're doing business, I don't worry!!" Bai Pangpang swallowed hard through the screen, looked back, and looked at the half-human-tall duck following him.

"Big brother, don't worry and come with me, my brother even cleaned up the nest for you!"

"Quack" the duck flapped its wings proudly, as if full of anticipation for the place Bai Pangpang promised.

While one person and one duck were talking, they disappeared on the mountain trail.

It's just that the road they walked gradually turned into chaos and was covered by white mist. It seemed that there was a force deliberately covering up the whereabouts and traces of the two.

Putting down the phone, Ding Xiaoyi sat on the sofa.

His eyes glanced at the big head who was teaching the meatball to jerk off in the yard in front of him.

Glanced again, the gelding donkey gnawing on the grass.

Look again at the sheriff sleeping on the roof.

There is also Chen Lao who is building an oven at the side.

But thinking in my heart, I really need to find another suitable helper.

Leaving aside the sheriff and eunuchs, Mr. Chen naturally couldn't do the work of driving the sea, but relying on the big head and the meat ball alone, it's not a problem to draw a hole or two.

But if you smoke too much, you don't get enough.

As for the eunuch, there is even less hope.

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help frowning. Suddenly, his eyes lit up when he saw the black egg on the corner of the wall.

"Yeah, how did I forget it?"

Saying that, he walked forward and picked up a black crystal-like egg in the corner.

This egg is the vegetable money spit out by that big fish in the water before.

It's called a flying beast.

At the beginning, I couldn't pick up this egg, but now that I have broken through the disaster spirit, I can pick it up without any effort.

This egg is invulnerable to water and fire, invulnerable to swords and guns, and is so hard that it is heinous.

Ding Xiaoyi held the egg in his hand, and with a heartbeat, he tried to use the decomposition technique to try it.

But the result was not optimistic, only the layer of crystal outside the egg was decomposed, and the consumption was particularly astonishing.

It's really not worth it.

Seeing this, he simply called out the second soul, and directly threw the egg into the second soul's alchemy furnace.

According to the bad old man, this thing needs to be kept on fire.

I had no conditions at the time, so I could only throw it aside.

Now there is a pill furnace of the second soul, and it is more worry-free to throw it directly into the furnace.

After observing for a while, seeing that there was nothing wrong with the egg in the pill furnace, he put the second soul away.

Turning around, I went back to the room, and began to think about how I could break through into the mid-level calamity spirit.

At this time, he was in the cell of the trade union in S City.

Wang Zhao got his wish, his sentence was extended, and he was imprisoned in an inner prison.

The old house inside is the same as the rumors.

Narrow, crowded, and without any privacy at all.

The old house is made of special glass, and the 24-hour guards will walk over the head with neat steps.

It can also be seen that those special personnel wrapped in biochemical suits took some felons away from the cells, but never brought them back.

Wang Zhao sat on the chair obediently, looked at the butler beside the old man in front of him, and said with a helpless expression: "I couldn't bear it at that time!"

The housekeeper looked only five or six years younger than Wang Zhao. ,

But Wang Zhao didn't dare to act presumptuously in front of him.

This personal butler has been by the old man's side since he was a child, like a son raised by the old man.

In the Wang family, he is also the master of one thing.

The housekeeper pushed down his mirror frame, took out a copy, and handed it to Wang Zhao.

"Young master, the master said, if you do bad things yourself, you can deal with them yourself, and you can punish them as you like. The master will wait for you to go out and make arrangements for you. You can go to the south."

"south!!"

Wang Zhao's face changed, and he couldn't help standing up from the stool.

"I'm not going, I'm going to the north!"

Wang Zhao knows better than anyone what the south is. It is the ruling center of trade unions and alliances.

Compared with the north, it is warmer in winter and cooler in summer. I heard that at this time, the snow in the south has already begun to melt.

As an economic center, a ruling center, coupled with a unique and superior environment.

But Wang Zhao knew very well that once he went to that place, he might not make any progress in his life.

Either muddle along within the system, or go up the ladder with intrigue.

Either way, it's not the life you want.

He is more yearning to take risks, go wandering, and go to the scorching hot and cold places in the north. Although the environment is not good, he often lives more comfortably and happily.

Most importantly, my comrades-in-arms and brothers will also go to the north.

"It's up to you! This matter is settled!"

The butler didn't argue with Wang Zhao. He picked up the file and left without giving Wang Zhao any chance to defend himself.

"Fuck!"

After the butler left, Wang Zhao couldn't bear it and punched the glass in front of him.

With a bang, the glass suddenly trembled, and even the glass of several surrounding cells also made a low-pitched friction sound.

"Don't be angry, this glass is unique, even if you are a top-rank evil spirit, you can't break this glass with a single punch."

"Go away, I don't want to listen to your nonsense!"

After Wang Zhao finished speaking, he was startled suddenly, realizing that the words just now were not the voice in his head.

He raised his head in the direction of the sound.

I saw an old man sitting in the cell opposite him.

Through the glass door of the cell, one can see that the old man's shoulders were passed through the lute bone by two iron cables.

There was a sinister smile on the old man's face: "People from the Wang family, hehe, it's rare to see a bloody species, but I don't know how the old man of the Wang family is doing now!"

Wang Zhao frowned slightly and said coldly, "Dead!"

For his stud father, Wang Zhao didn't like it at all.

Not only him, I believe that none of the descendants of the Wang family will have any affection for this stallion-like father.

His death made many descendants of the Wang family applaud secretly.

"Oh, it's dead, hehe, what a pity!"

The old man looked regretful, as if he had missed something important.

After speaking, he gradually closed his eyes, as if he wanted to close his eyes and rest his mind, but Wang Zhao felt strange in his heart. This old man gave him an indescribable feeling.

But his intuition told him that this old man seemed very dangerous.

Just when Wang Zhao was wary of the old man in his heart, he saw the old man's ears move slightly, as if he was trying to listen to something.

In the empty cage, there seemed to be something whispering that was attracting the old man.

3Chapter 17: Meeting old friends

In the room, Ding Xiaoyi sat cross-legged on the bed, with two empty bottles beside the bed.

The psychic pill inside has been eaten up.

I saw his brow furrowed for a moment, as if he had encountered some trouble.

After about a while, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"call"

I saw the light blue spiritual energy overflowing along the breath he exhaled, flashing a little fluorescent light in the air.

"Or not!"

Ding Xiaoyi opened his eyes, this is his second attempt to break through, and he has obtained the inheritance of Huang Jing.

Ordinarily, as long as there is enough psionic energy, it shouldn't be too slow to break through.

But the result was exactly the opposite of what I thought.

Of the three imprints left by Huang Jing's inheritance, he only lit up one.

The remaining two imprints remained eclipsed.

I am assisted by the psychic pill, and every time I break through, the psychic energy is billowing like a tide and vast like smoke.

It's just that every time he wanted to inject these spiritual energy into the second imprint in his mind, he found that no matter how much spiritual energy he injected, the final imprint from Huangjing was always as solid as a rock, a little loose. Nothing.

For a while, even if he is rich and powerful, he has to start to seriously consider whether his method is wrong.

It's not that he feels sorry for the Psionic Pill, but that after trying it twice, he can be sure that his own psionic energy is absolutely sufficient. The problem is not in the psionic ability, there should be some special conditions, and he has not yet achieved it.

Regarding this issue, he couldn't find someone to ask for advice. After all, it didn't matter whether it was Mr. Chen, Reading or even the trade union.

They don't know as much about disaster spirits as they do.

In other words, I am now overtaking on a curve, and I am at the forefront of these people, and I don't have much experience to learn from.

"Um!!"