The spiritual veins were opened, and even the recalled Thunder Dragon was unable to resist the mighty spirit of the art. He picked up the mouse and ran back.
"If you put it down, you will die. Don't beep, be a good boy."
"Then why don't you fucking hug me like a princess!"
Because the mouse was really exhausted, he didn't even have the strength to struggle, so he could only lie there and let others do it. However, this princess hug was too humiliating, and he felt that it might be better to die there.
But Thunder Dragon ignored him at all, and ran back as soon as the princess hugged him, followed by hundreds of magic souls who had accumulated resentment for thousands of years.
"If I put you down, that thing will get through all the holes in your body and occupy your soul. Are you sure you want to put it down?"
"That's better than being carried by your princess and running around in the sky!" The mouse squirmed vigorously: "Let me down, I will fight them for another 300 rounds!"
"Stop it, you must have never played the little game of defeat. Before they take over your soul, you will be humiliated."
Thunder Dragon's feet flew a little higher, and his speed increased again. When he saw that he could vaguely see the shadow of Chang'an Lane, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Then you'd better hold him." The mouse closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, showing an extremely humiliating expression on his whole body.
Soon enough, just when the magic spirit behind them was about to catch up with them, Thunder Dragon opened the door of the milk tea shop and got in with a swish.
The magic spirits following behind him hit the exterior glass of the milk tea shop like hailstones, making a tinkling sound.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The Brontosaurus threw the mouse to the ground, and watched the things outside hitting the glass with his hands on his waist, his expression gradually becoming more and more mad.
"Come here!" He raised his middle finger at the magic spirits through the glass: "Come here if you dare!"
Zhang Jiachang, who was at the counter, raised his head and looked at him. He didn't show any surprise. He just looked at the magic spirits outside: "I made a new drink, do you want to try it?"
"Whole! Give me a whole portion, three times the sugar."
The magic souls outside tried to enter this place from all directions, but they all failed. Even thousands of magic souls gathered together and punched the door three times to no avail.
However, this made the people inside a little unhappy. Zhang Jiachang handed Thunder Dragon the motherwort, red date and bird's nest milk tea with three times the sugar, then opened the door and walked in.
When the magic soul collection outside saw someone coming out, they immediately spread out like crazy and tried to attach themselves to it, but Brother Zhang just stood there and placed a coin on the ground.
After letting go, the coin suddenly flew into the sky, and then burned in the sky. Then the sky was lit up with starlight. The starlight fell and turned into a hundred thousand golden armors. The mysterious sound of the heavenly palace resounded across the earth, and mist could even be seen faintly in the clouds.
The ethereal Nantianmen.
When the golden armor came into the world, a murderous aura filled the air. I don't know if those magic souls have independent consciousness. Anyway, it can be clearly seen that they collectively froze for a moment, then turned around and ran away like they were being chased by dogs.
It was gone in an instant.
At this time, Brother Zhang stretched out his hand, and the coin returned to his hand intact again. The golden armor, heavenly palace, fairy music, and murderous aura immediately disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared before.
And the void formation caused by the magic soul also failed at this moment. From the sight of Thunder Dragon, thousands of lights were restored outside again.
"I reported it, the rat is showing off!"
When Zhang Jiachang returned to the house, Lei Long was the first to raise his hand and began to report: "He just wanted to die."
Zhang Jiachang laughed, turned around, threw the coins into the box at the cashier, and sat down again: "It's too late now, I can recall those things."
"No, no, no, no, no..." The mouse on the ground shook his head repeatedly. He could not stand up for a long time, and now he could only speak: "Give me a cup with half sugar, and add more ingredients."
"You can just say you want eight-treasure porridge and that's it." Thunder Dragon sat aside and said with a smile, "The boss called me back, doesn't he just want me to save this grandson?"
Zhang Jiachang shook his head: "Not entirely."
"I understand, I understand, you don't need to say anything." Brontosaurus snapped his fingers: "I can't do it. I can do anything. If you have anything to say, please speak."
Zhang Jiachang sat there and looked at Thunder Dragon for a while, then suddenly said: "Come and help me open a store, I plan to find a job."
The people present were stunned at that time, thinking that he didn’t even want the base camp?
"Why, this is good." The mouse lay on its side and made a puzzled voice: "I can't understand it."
Thunder Dragon was also a little puzzled: "I am the best in the world in magic, unparalleled. I can summon thunder from the sky at the age of three, make soldiers by spreading beans at the age of five, master the skills of hundreds of schools at the age of nine, and reach the top of the human world at the age of fifteen!
You want me to open a milk tea shop?"
"When I was twenty-two, I was beaten all over the floor by my eldest sister." Mouse added next to him.
"Don't fucking mention her! I get annoyed just looking at her. Did you know she cheated? She came up to beat me before even counting three, two, one. Didn't she move forward while casting the spell?"
Zhang Jiachang looked embarrassed at this time. After hesitating for a while, he said: "I am somewhat out of touch with society. I am like a wage earner who has just come out of the countryside. I barely understand the ways of the world."
"That's not it, boss... what do you need to know about that thing?" Brontosaurus still had a puzzled expression on his face: "And now should be the time to deal with those things. This is spiritual energy recovery! Boss!"
"So what does it matter whether it recovers or not?" Zhang Jiachang pursed his lips and chuckled: "I have no reason to prevent it from recovering, and there is no reason to let it not recover. As long as those things don't come out, I won't care.
You have fulfilled your duty.”
As he spoke, he pointed at the sky. With this finger, both the Thunder Dragon and the Mouse became silent.
Yes, as Brother Zhang said, he does not need to care whether the spiritual energy is revived or not. As long as he prevents those things from appearing, he has completed his task.
And he really paid too much for this matter. He used to be lively, humorous and carefree, but now that he hasn't seen him for several years, Brontosaurus feels that there is even a lifelessness about him.
This kind of oppression is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. After all, I can't even speak freely.
"As soon as you leave... I won't be able to control the field." Thunder Dragon sighed and said, "It will collapse, Brother Zhang!"
"I'm an earthbound spirit. I won't go too far, probably within a radius of ten kilometers. I mainly want to get in touch with society." Zhang Jiachang smiled bitterly: "After all, you have to give me the right to be a human being."
Thunder Dragon was speechless. He sat there and drank milk tea. After drinking, he raised his head and said: "Okay! I agree. I will come during the day. I have spent enough time in the past few years. It's time to settle down." I’m determined.”
"Then who cares about me lying on the ground?" The mouse suddenly said, "I have a good idea."
"Lie down." Brontosaurus padded the mouse's butt with his toes: "Lie down and don't waste time talking."
"Brother, you are a dog!"
Afterwards, they discussed what happened tonight. Although those things looked like a swarm of mosquitoes in front of Brother Zhang, in fact those magical spirits were really extremely powerful.
And there is another problem here. Their current pattern of small black dots means that these things have not been completely resurrected, and they are still missing the last key sacrifice.
But even a magical soul that is not fully formed has such terrifying power. You can imagine how terrifying it will be after it is fully formed.
Later, it can be confirmed that Zhang Jiachang will not interfere in this matter, unless these things conflict with his responsibilities, but if he does not interfere, it does not mean that the mice and the others will be free. As guardians, their good days are over.
"Xu Wei!" Mouse slapped his head: "Those magic souls will definitely go to Xu Wei, and who wants to start the era of spiritual energy? There is something wrong with this person's brain."
Zhang Jiachang nodded and said: "I won't go for the time being. I have already expelled you. It will take about three months to take shape again. This is the only place I can help you."
"I know, absolutely neutral." Brontosaurus leaned over and rummaged for something in his bag: "It's funny. The ceiling in the world is to become an ordinary person. This is definitely the funniest joke I've heard in the past few years."
After that, he took out a thick stack of postcards from his bag and handed them to Zhang Jiachang: "This is the result of my travels around the world. Please sign for it."
Zhang Jiachang smiled and took the postcards, which had postmarks from various places around the world and looked very beautiful.
"Thanks."
"Boss, you're being polite to me." Thunder Dragon shook his head: "It's gone, the feelings have faded."
Zhang Jiachang shook his head, turned around and sat on the stool: "You can rest for a few days, and then I will go find a job."
"I know, but I don't have a place to live." The Thunder Dragon turned to look at the mouse: "I hope someone can see through my cowardice."
Mouse pretended not to hear it at all and murmured to himself: "It seems that I will really have to count on myself in the future. Brother Zhang will live in the world."
"I'm not going to die." Zhang Jiachang lowered his head and began to write something: "If something really happens, I will still find a solution for you."
"It's a disguised intervention."
"What else?" Zhang Jiachang tapped his finger on the table: "Direct intervention is also possible, but you cannot use rule-level power."
"Then what about your speaking spirit? Your ability to express your words is super passive."
Zhang Jiachang chuckled and put a finger on the mouse's forehead: "It's yours."
Mouse felt a chill on his forehead, and then felt that his soul had been sublimated, but the Thunder Dragon next to him couldn't help laughing: "Hahahaha... I made you talk more! This is great."
"You also share half." Zhang Jiachang pressed another finger on Thunder Dragon's eyebrows: "Now each of you has a 50% chance of speaking and spirit. You can try it. The greater the impact on reality.
, the greater the penalty you will receive when you fail.”
Thunder Dragon knelt down with a thud: "Boss, you might as well kill me..."