In the rental house, the sixth divine envoy was sitting in front of the tea table, opposite the eighth divine envoy. The sixth divine envoy was making tea, and the whole process was flowing smoothly.
"Come, have a taste." The sixth divine envoy poured a cup for the eighth divine envoy.
The eighth divine envoy picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and praised: "It's good, it tastes good after a while and leaves a fragrance on your lips and teeth. It's a good tea."
The sixth divine envoy laughed: "Haha, can I serve you with tea when you come?"
Although they are both divine envoys of the Fire Department of the Samurai God Religion, they are not in harmony with each other. The relationship between the dead ninth divine envoy and the sixth divine envoy is not good.
The eighth divine envoy is the one with the best relationship with the sixth divine envoy among the nine divine envoys of the Ministry of Fire, except for the second divine envoy.
The sixth divine envoy also picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said: "Old Ba, I am very happy that the protector can send you to help."
The eighth divine envoy smiled and suddenly said: "I just received the news that Ning Chen has returned to Linjiang. Although my relationship with Lao Jiu is only average, he is our divine envoy of the Ministry of Fire after all, and his revenge must be taken.
Retribution, this Ning Chen must die."
Hearing this, the sixth divine envoy frowned.
He was not in a hurry to speak, but after finishing a cup of tea, he said: "I know that Lao Jiu's revenge must be avenged, but not now. The plan is at a critical moment, everything is based on the plan, and nothing can go wrong. Do you understand?
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"Understood." The eighth divine envoy asked: "I just want to know what you think. When do you plan to avenge Lao Jiu?"
"Wait until it wakes up." The Sixth Divine Envoy said: "This is the first priority. Once it wakes up, the entire Linjiang will become chaotic. By then, not only Ning Chen, but also the few people from the Special Operations Department will have to give up to Lao Jiu.
Buried with him."
Then, the sixth divine envoy warned again: "Remember, you must not take action before this, and you must not expose it."
The Eighth Divine Envoy said: "Of course I know this, but I heard that the little fat man on Turtle Back Mountain seems to be related to Ning Chen."
The relationship between the Sixth Divine Envoy and the Ninth Divine Envoy was not good. He actually didn't care much about the death of the Ninth Divine Envoy. The nine Divine Envoys of the Ministry of Fire also had factions among themselves. If Lao Jiu dies, he will die.
But the relationship between the eighth divine envoy and the ninth divine envoy is okay.
Moreover, the Eighth Divine Envoy cares more about the so-called "like-spirited connection" between the Fire Divine Envoys, so he wants to avenge the Ninth Divine Envoy.
The Third Fatty and Ning Chen were classmates. When they were young, the Eighth Divine Envoy also disliked the Third Fatty and always felt uncomfortable looking at them.
He couldn't understand why the Sixth Divine Envoy recruited San Pang into the Samurai God Cult.
"Don't worry about that little fat guy. He has some relationship with Ning Chen, but you don't think I can't control him, do you?"
The sixth divine envoy knew that he had to give the eighth divine envoy a better explanation, "Actually, what I value most is that he is an innate talent with great potential; secondly, it is also because of his relationship with Ning Chen. When we have to deal with Ning Chen
Maybe it will be useful when the time comes."
After hearing this explanation, the eighth divine envoy nodded and agreed: "I understand."
...
in the city.
Chen Min's home.
Ning Chen held the phone. It was a call from a high school classmate, informing him to attend the high school reunion, but Ning Chen declined politely.
Everyone knows that he went to the Capital Martial Arts Academy, and this high school reunion might even be held for him, in an attempt to get closer.
But to Ning Chen, this doesn't mean much.
It’s not that you look down on your high school classmates once you become a warrior, it’s just that now that everyone is in college, things are different from before.
Some people will inevitably become more utilitarian, while others will remain the same. If he goes there, some people may welcome him, but others will feel uncomfortable.
The classmate who called also mentioned instructor Yuan Gang, saying that he invited Yuan Gang, probably because he was afraid that Ning Chen would not agree, so he moved Yuan Gang out.
"Instructor Yuan Gang is a teacher at the Martial Arts Hall, not a teacher in our class. Will he attend our class's reunion?" Ning Chen shook his head. He just wanted to visit Yuan Gang, so he called Yuan Gang again.
"Ning Chen." Yuan Gang laughed heartily on the other end of the phone, "Have you returned to Linjiang?"
"Well, I just came back yesterday."
"Oh, do you want to have dinner together another day?" Yuan Gang was very enthusiastic, but with a questioning tone.
Obviously, Yuan Gang has adjusted his mentality better than Ning Chen's high school classmates, and understands that Ning Chen is already a warrior and is not from the same world as him.
Ning Chen smiled and said: "Don't change the date, just tonight, I'll treat you to a meal."
Yuan Gang was very happy and immediately smiled and said: "Okay, I'll call and reserve a seat later, and we'll have a good chat."
At the same gathering, students and teachers have different attitudes towards each other.
The meal lasted for an hour, and in the end it was Yuan Gang who paid the bill, because he originally planned to treat the guests and wanted to ask Ning Chen to help buy a first-grade realm-breaking pill.
Yuan Gang saved some money, about 5.8 million, and he was still a little short of buying a first-grade realm-breaking pill on the market, so he hoped that Ning Chen could help him exchange it at the Beijing Martial Arts Academy, because he heard that there were discounts for exchanging within the Martial Arts Academy.
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Unexpectedly, as soon as he said his request, Ning Chen immediately took out a box, which contained a first-grade realm-breaking pill.
Of course, Ning Chen didn't give it away for free, but he only received 5.5 million Daxia coins.
It looks like a lot, but it's actually a discounted price.
Even if Ning Chen redeems it at school, it will cost 200 credits, which translates into 6 million Daxia coins, and the market price outside is even higher.
With this first-grade realm-breaking pill, Yuan Gang could finally become a warrior. For him, he owed Ning Chen a big favor.
But for Ning Chen, it was just a matter of effort.
...
In the evening, Ning Chen returned to Chen Min's house.
Chen Min has returned. Ning Chen inquired about the missing persons case, but there was no progress.
Afterwards, Ning Chen returned to the room and planned to make a call to the third fat man.
It has been ten days since I came back this time. Not much has happened. I have given all the gifts to Chen Min and others, and also given the first-grade realm-breaking pill to Yuan Gang. Only Sanpang is left.
"Auntie, I am Ning Chen."
When the call was connected, Ning Chen smiled and said, "Is the third fat man at home? Why can't he get through on the phone?"
On the other end, the voice of Fatty's mother came: "Ning Chen, Fatty is not at home, and his phone is broken. Well, he just called back yesterday and asked me to tell you that he won't be back during the summer vacation.
, working summer job in Binhai. It’s still a university training. This kid, Pangpang, has finally become sensible. By the way, have you returned to Linjiang..."
Listening to the voice of San Fatty's mother, Ning Chen couldn't help but frown.
He knows the three fat men too well.
This fat man has made up his mind to hug his thigh in the future, and with his character, he will definitely go home during the holidays. Wouldn't it be nice to stay at home and play games?
Is it possible to have a summer job?
"Isn't this fat guy really going to change his gender?" Ning Chen muttered in his heart, and then asked: "Auntie, what's the phone number of the dormitory of San Fat School?"
"Ah? I don't know. The third fat man hasn't called home for several months."