Chapter 278: Idol
"It's only the third day that you can get out of bed and walk? You're recovering very quickly."
Ma Yao looked at Wang Jin who had gotten rid of his mummy state and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Well...thanks to someone's nutritious porridge."
Wang Jin gritted his teeth, but still responded with a smile.
In a sense, it is really Hu Xiaobei’s credit.
The Green God's power corresponds to vitality, let alone eating part of Him directly.
Coupled with the special healing secret ritual of the Command Bureau, his injuries were almost completely healed.
Of course, everything comes with a price.
Although the Eye of the Ancient God could transform the vines into pure power in time, Wang Jin still had a stomachache all day long.
And the author of this tragedy was waving his hand in the distance, trying to let him taste his new work.
This little fox seems to be in love with cooking, and goes to the kitchen every day to cook up a bunch of strange things.
For example, watermelon fried ham, cantaloupe stewed with grapes, and cumin strawberries.
Wang Jin can understand the love of sweets for a fox preparing for the winter.
I can also understand her obsession with Chinese cooking.
Regarding all this, Wang Jin's attitude is respect and blessing.
The premise is don't let him eat it.
Compared with these things, Meng Yu's milk tea tofu puffs seem to be much normal.
"By the way, where are Meng Yu and Tian Gou?"
Thinking of this little lolita who had become the will of the scene, Wang Jin suddenly became curious about her situation.
"They haven't left yet. You'll see them in a while."
Ma Yao scratched his head and pointed to the elevator in the distance.
"When the crisis is over, the annual gathering will of course continue."
"But this time you can sit next to me and the deputy director, and you can be regarded as half of the judges."
The middle-aged man spread his hands and looked like he might die of overwork at any time.
"It's interesting to say that Meng Yu will definitely not be able to participate in the next competition. Guess who took her place?"
"not…"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows, he had already guessed the answer.
"That's right."
Ma Yao nodded, confirming his idea.
"Tian Gou will be competing in the ring later, and we have specially arranged a weaker opponent for him."
"Yo? The command bureau is quite considerate."
Wang Jin smiled and joked.
"That is one of the closest people to the Lord of Dreams. Of course we must try our best to clear the barrier..."
Ma Yao suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
He saw the fox-eared girl running over with a plate.
"The game starts in half an hour."
Leaving behind a somewhat hasty remark, the middle-aged man quickly left the restaurant.
"Your uncle! Wait for me!"
Wang Jin tried his best to move his legs and tried to keep up with Ma Yao with a limp step.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that what he said was right.
You don't need to run faster than a tiger, you just need to run faster than your companions.
"Wang Jin Wang Jin! Today is braised longan."
The girl was spinning happily and showing him what was on the plate.
"Huh? What eyeballs?"
Wang Jin looked at the white sphere that seemed to contain blood that had not yet solidified, and suddenly felt a chill in his back.
"Small…"
Leonard's rich voice sounded. The moment he saw the plate in Hu Xiaobei's hand, he suppressed the words in his throat.
"got the wrong person."
The two-meter-tall strong man turned around and walked away, his pace getting faster and faster.
"It's good to come."
Wang Jin took out a delicate hand crossbow from the inside of his coat and gently flipped the switch on it.
The iron spider roared and sprayed out silk thread, binding Leonard tightly.
"Wang Jin, your uncle!"
The strong man screamed desperately, but he was helpless against the rope made of special material.
"Don't even live!"
He gritted his teeth, and the frost howled and froze the young man who was smiling evilly to the ground.
After experiencing life and death a few days ago, his understanding of the frost in the North has become much stronger.
So Wang Jin can't run away either.
After a while, Hu Xiaobei walked away happily holding the plate in his arms.
The two people were left with ashen faces.
"Don't tell me, once you get used to it, it tastes pretty good."
Wang Jin swallowed the strange food and turned to look at Leonard.
"Nonsense, where were you when we were frying durian yesterday afternoon?"
The latter looked sad and angry, almost crying.
"It turns out that's durian..."
Wang Jin nodded knowingly.
He thought it was the bathroom in the command bureau that exploded, but he was never embarrassed to say it.
——
Half an hour later, in the audience.
The crowd was looking at the extra figure next to Mustache and Han Dong and whispering.
"Hiss...isn't this kid the Prince of Paradise?"
"Yes, it seems he even defeated Leonard."
"But why did he go to the judges' table? Is there something wrong?"
"Hiss... So he is that... plainclothes judge?"
"So this is ah…"
"Stop talking nonsense there."
The fashionably dressed woman rolled her eyes, took out her mobile phone and opened the Kaitan app.
Above is a handsome face.
There are also the words "Rising Star in the Ghost Story World" written next to it.
Although it looks ugly and vulgar, its influence cannot be ignored.
"Take a good look, how handsome he is!"
The woman proudly showed the photo in her hand to others, as if it was herself.
"Look, this card is the Prince of Paradise."
"This card is the Tuner."
"I paid a high price for them all."
The rest of the audience was stunned, and then they all took a breath.
"Hiss...is he so famous?"
"It seems that I am ignorant."
"Quickly, I'll buy two of them too. Maybe they will appreciate in value in the future."
"I'm coming too, I'm coming too, which one of you has it?"
"Looking at how poor you are, I'll slap you ten times in a row!"
"I'll spend twenty!"
"I'll spend a hundred kryptons for brother Wang Jin!"
The crowd became confused, and Wang Jin's face was covered with black lines.
Ma Yao was right, the command bureau would only give Wang Jin some small promotion to make him popular in the ghost talk circle.
But he didn't take it into consideration.
Wang Jin is handsome.
Although she doesn't dress up deliberately, she still has a mature and steady temperament, a gentle and sunny smile, and eyes full of confidence.
It's obviously super attractive, okay?
"I'm just sitting here... wouldn't you just give me the money?"
Wang Jin sighed. He suddenly found that he couldn't understand people nowadays.
"It looks like the results are good."
The mustache touched the hair on the temples and looked at Wang Jin with a smile.
"Don't worry, a small part of the money will probably come back to you as copyright fees."
"Ah, that's easy to handle."
Wang Jin nodded, and the black shadow at his feet began to boil without warning.
Wangcai casually transformed into a stranger and blended into the crowd.
After a while, the audience who had just calmed down became excited again.
"I want to give Brother Wang Jin two hundred kryptons!"
"Three hundred!"
This chapter has been completed!