I'm going to see the palace master, why is it covered with dark clouds? Is the palace master in crisis?
Zhang Yuanqing was anxious, and without saying anything, he picked up his cell phone and dialed the number of the Palace Master who wanted to stop the murder.
"Dudu~"
A few seconds later, the call was connected, and a lazy and charming female voice came from the speaker:
"I'm sleeping. Didn't you say we would meet tonight? Do you miss me so much?"
Hearing this voice, Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, not only because the palace master was still flirting leisurely, indicating that there was no danger, but also because of her tone.
When communicating with the Palace Master, she always smiles, looks like an experienced and well-informed young lady, and her tone never changes.
It was only when he questioned her about her father's past that she put away her frivolity and became serious.
This is actually very abnormal. Everyone has joy, anger, sorrow, and emotional changes. It is impossible to have just one side.
The past palace master seemed to have deliberately maintained a monotonous personality to face him in order to suppress his emotions.
But now, the palace owner's voice was soft, lazy, and sweet, as if she was complaining about her boyfriend disturbing her sleep.
Crazy batch is not crazy anymore!
Zhang Yuanqing was sincerely happy. This could reduce his guilt, and at the same time, he didn't have to worry about being hung up and beaten by his crazy sister because he said something wrong.
"I want to come over now because I'm not sure whether to enter the dungeon today or tomorrow," Zhang Yuanqing said.
He was worried that he would enter the copy tonight.
Anyway, the matter at hand is over, there is no need to postpone it until twelve o'clock tonight.
At this time, Guan Ya probably heard a woman's voice on the phone, picked up her nightgown, put it on, and walked over.
"Okay!" The palace owner's voice was still soft and sweet, "You can come to the Good Music Hotel and wait for me now."
Zhang Yuanqing did not dare to talk nonsense anymore and hung up the phone.
As soon as he pressed the hang up button, Guan Ya's snow-white arms hugged him from behind, snatched the phone away, and hummed:
"Whose phone number?"
She let go of her boyfriend's waist, glanced at the call record, and frowned: "Mr. Palace Master of the Stop Killer?"
However, she didn't ask any more questions, but opened the address book and searched for keywords such as "Fu Xue", "Mother-in-law", "Aunt", etc., but there was still no content. She then searched for "Guan Ya's mother", "Mother-in-law with a knife"
wait.
Zhang Yuanqing squinted his eyes, silently watching her act like a monster.
When he saw her typing "Mother-in-law with a hand blade", he couldn't help but complain: "Sister Guan Ya, you understand me."
Guan Ya hummed, opened the address book again, entered her mother's mobile phone number, confirmed that she had not added friends, and returned the phone to her boyfriend.
"Sister Guan Ya, you actually checked my cell phone. It's not like you." Zhang Yuanqing put away the cell phone and put it in his pocket, "Are you worried that I will contact my aunt privately?"
In his opinion, Guan Ya is a very confident woman. Her figure, appearance, family background and vision determine her confidence.
So I rarely get jealous, and I'm not like those Xiaojiabiyu who check her boyfriend's cell phone from time to time.
Guan Ya hummed again:
"My mother is too clever. You can't play with her. It's best not to contact her forever. I'm afraid that one day she will suddenly say: This is your Uncle Zhang."
"Then we can talk about our own affairs. I will call you sister and you will call me dad."
Guan Ya pinched his face angrily: "Are you still making fun of me?"
"Isn't it the same for you?"
The two of them laughed and joked, then rolled back onto the bed. Not long after, the creaking sound from the bottom of the bed started again.
Beijing.
In the basement, Lingjun sat cross-legged in a formation filled with spiritual vessels. Nine white candles were lit on the edge of the formation, burning with a faint green fire.
"When the candles turn into open flames, the ceremony is complete."
Victoria, who has a good figure and a pretty face, sat cross-legged outside the formation and said, "Why are you coming back this time?"
Lingjun thought for a while and confessed: "I found out some about Brother Seventeen's past."
"Your Seventeenth Brother?" Victoria recalled for a moment, remembering this long-lost old friend, "Lingtuo, right? He pursued me back then, but unfortunately I don't like innocent and passionate men."
Speaking of this, she glanced at Lingjun coldly.
Lingjun felt inexplicably guilty, cleared his throat, and told Victoria the information about the Xiaoyao organization.
After hearing this, Victoria frowned deeply:
"Do you suspect that the sect leader killed Lingtuo?"
"Not sure. I returned to the capital just to investigate this matter." Lingjun whispered:
"My father is still in the dungeon. This is an opportunity, but I am worried that his close elders will notice something strange, so I asked you to give me the secret of Taiyin."
Victoria sneered: "How are you sure that I am not your father's confidant?"
"I can't be sure," Lingjun shook his head and sighed: "But if it were you, I would have no regrets if I died in your hands. Victoria, you are the only woman I have ever loved deeply in the world."
"Tsk tsk, my ability to say sweet words is much better than before."
"These are not sweet words, my actions show my sincerity." Lingjun did not continue and said: "How much do you know about my Seventeenth Brother?"
After lunch, Zhang Yuanqing drove to the Good Music Hotel in the suburbs of Songhai.
At a glance, he saw Wang Qian, Xiao Doubi's biological uncle, who was acting as the receptionist.
Because of the Xiahou family's affairs, Wang Qian left the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department of Pingtai Hospital and has not been heard from since. Unexpectedly, he was placed here by the Anti-Murder Palace.
He started doing the same job as Madoka.
"Long time no see!" Zhang Yuanqing walked to the front desk and greeted with a smile on his face.
Wang Qian looked him up and down and said with emotion:
"It has only been more than four months, but I feel like four years have passed.
"Back then you were just an intern working for a mixed-race beauty, and now you have become a big shot that attracts everyone's attention."
Zhang Yuanqing joked: "You are still alive and well. Well, that mixed-race beauty is now my girlfriend. By the way, what level are you at?"
"I haven't upgraded yet, but my experience value has only increased by 50%." Wang Qian said with a smile: "I have entered non-death dungeons. For me, upgrading is not the key, survival is the top priority."
"Yes," Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "Which room is the palace master in?"
"Sit in the one on the left on the third floor." After Wang Qian finished speaking, he hesitated, took a deep breath, and said, "He, is he still there?"
Zhang Yuanqing smiled and said: "Of course he is still there, I can't bear to use him as an enemy."
He gently exhaled a breath of Taiyin energy and transformed into a round and cute baby on the counter.
PS: I have a splitting headache, a sore throat, and a constant cough. In addition to not having a fever, I suspect that I am positive and I really can’t write anymore. I will keep it short today and see if I have a fever tomorrow. I will report the specific situation to everyone.
No, my head hurt so much that I collapsed from the pain and was accompanied by vomiting. I wrote this word for four hours, and I had to stop and rub my cracked brain from time to time. It was too painful.