Like sweets and comics? Are you kidding me? If I make a mistake, I will be killed with a sword from the marshal.
Zhang Yuanqing thought about it and immediately downloaded many cute cartoon character pictures, from the yellow Mickey Mouse in the early years to the recently popular Melon King.
Mixed in between are "little girl masturbating", "anthropomorphic image of blood cells", "stray little black cat" and so on.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he chose to send it.
Posting pictures directly without drawing or saying anything is a popular way of socializing at the moment.
The Marshal would not think of these pictures as Yuanshi Tianzun actually thinks he likes comics, something only children love.
No matter how powerful the scout is, he can't peek into your heart through the screen.
After the picture was sent, Zhang Yuanqing waited and waited. For about a few minutes, he heard a "ding-dong" sound from the snow.
Check the information quickly.
Marshal: Is something wrong? There are quite a few emoticons.
Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed. Being able to tell you the last half of the sentence means that the marshal is in a good mood. It would be bad if Leng Bingbing and the two of you are "occupied".
He quickly considered his words in his mind.
The marshal likes to bow to him at the drop of a hat. The Fu family siblings have the same virtues, but they can't do it over the phone, and the effect will be greatly reduced. Cartoons and sweets will definitely not do it.
As his thoughts turned, he finished speaking and sent the message.
Yuanshi Tianzun: I haven’t seen the Marshal for many days. Your heavenly and immortal figure that day is like the light of the sword that cut off the long river of fate before my eyes. It is imprinted in my heart, and the sound of the sword as clear as the roar of a dragon lingers in my ears.
Yuanshi Tianzun: So much so that when I encountered some setbacks, I thought of you without any spine, only to find that you are already the biggest and strongest support in my mind. Ah, I am not asking you for anything, but I am doing it for myself.
The thought made me feel ashamed for a moment. People in the world say that I am a peerless genius and have the qualifications to be the leader of the alliance, but they don’t know that I am not even one ten thousandth as good as you.
After posting two long posts, he added an innocent emoji of an electric mouse.
What she said is a bit exaggerated. With the marshal's wisdom, he can probably tell that he wants to ask her to do something. Normally, it is easier to build a good impression if he speaks more seriously and sincerely. But if he wants to ask her frequently in the future, he must be exaggerated. The more exaggerated, the better.
, Zhang Yuanqing thought.
For the sake of Fu Qingyang's sake, Fu Qingxuan will definitely agree, but you can't sincerely ask for help again and again. This will make the marshal feel that he has been cheated.
This Yuanshi Tianzun has a lot of shit.
But if you use this exaggerated kneeling and licking method, the situation is different. You provide her with emotional value, and she will feel that this person licks me like this and does something that is easy for me to do. I just helped. Yes.
Just wool,
It's an aid, a licking dog giving charity.
Once, twice or three times, it doesn't matter.
Fu Qingyang helps him again and again because Yuanshi Tianzun is my son's son. If he licks me like that, I am responsible for him. If I can't help him, the heroes in the world will laugh at me. Fu Qingyang can't even protect his son. Who will do it in the future?
Are you still messing around with me?
Mr. Qian also said that this is to save face.
Marshal: Don't talk nonsense, tell me directly, what happened!
You will like this kind of nonsense in the future, Zhang Yuanqing typed the message.
Yuanshi Tianzun: That’s right, I am in Bagui Province, and I am responsible for handling the issue of stolen money incognito with the Qinghe Department.
He destroyed the Linghui stronghold by himself because he told Fu Qingxuan in detail.
Marshal: It’s simple. Send an email to the Qinghe branch later and tell them that you are mine and will do things for me. They will not make things difficult for you again.
Yuanshi Tianzun: What if we are in trouble again?
Marshal: I can fly my sword to take people's heads.
Yuanshi Tianzun: You are electricity, you are light, you are the only myth!
Zhang Yuanqing exited the chat software with satisfaction, looked at the three beauties on the left, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "The matter is settled, Qinghe branch does not dare to cause trouble for me anymore."
Xie Lingxi, who originally looked worried, smiled brightly: "Did you ask Fu Qingyang for help? No, the Qinghe branch has people who are as powerful as demigods. No matter how powerful Mr. Qian is, the Qinghe tribe cannot buy it. The Qinghe tribe doesn't even have elders.
Definitely buy it.
She has demigod ancestors in her family, and she knows very well how terrifying such a force is.
Zhang Yuanqing raised his lips: "I sent a message directly to the marshal. She owes me a favor and appreciates me very much. She thinks that I am more talented than the Demon Lord and more likely to become a demigod."
"Among the young generation in this world, if anyone can be promoted to demigod, she thinks it is me, so she is very happy to establish a good and stable relationship with me, and the fastest way to establish a good and stable relationship is to show kindness to me."
The queen suddenly realized it and said with admiration on her face: "Master, you have already made the marshal think so highly of you. I have really good taste."
While Annie admired Mr. Yuanshi's talent and talent, she was also secretly worried. The bad relationship between Mr. Yuanshi and the headquarters gave her hope of poaching others, but now that hope has become extremely slim.
Let the demigods condescend to take the initiative to show favors, and the person they befriended was bewitched by themselves, unless the president personally took action.
On the way back to the hotel, a god dialed the number of Deputy Minister Poppy's wife.
"Who are you!" A woman's loud voice came from the other end of the phone, speaking in extremely strong Mandarin.
"Sister-in-law, I am the head of the branch, and I am out with Minister Populi to do some business today." He replied with a respectful statement.
The Qinghe branch is different from other branches in that there are no secretaries, assistants, or a complete job system.
Minister Poppy was beaten into a stupid son of a landlord by Sanqing Daozu, so he had to call and report to the minister's wife.
"Where is he? Why are you calling?" the woman over there asked.
"That's right, listen to me," Youshen Ming swallowed, "Something happened to Minister Poppy." He told the woman on the other end of the incident what had happened, and then immediately put the phone aside.
The next second, a middle-aged woman's roar came from the loudspeaker: "I don't care who he is or what his identity is, I want him to die, I want him to die!!!" A god raised his head with a wry smile on his face, Poppy
The minister is not an ordinary Qinghe tribe member, she is the sister of the current chief of the Qinghe tribe.
Otherwise, how could the powerful position of Deputy Director of the Investigation Department fall to Minister Poppy? This is the position of managing family law, and he must be a master.
Therefore, on the territory of Qinghe branch, this woman is definitely not angry when she wants someone to die. She has the strength and foundation.
After roaring, the woman said in a rough voice: "You settle things well. If anything happens to him, you handle it together and wait in the hotel. I will ask Uncle Six to come over and deal with that Daozu."
The Sixth Uncle in her mouth is the true head of the investigation department: "Yes, yes!"
There is a god in his head, and he is nodding and bowing even across the phone.
The woman on the other end of the phone hung up.
The car continued to move forward and it took a few more minutes to arrive at the hotel.
This is one of the few five-star hotels in Nanming City, but its specifications are only four-star. It is a bit far from the Nanming branch. In fact, there are many cheap hotels near the Public Security Department, but Minister Poppy is willing to make do with it.
After willing to submit to the Five Elements Alliance, the Qinghe tribe has developed in recent years. I think they were just a bunch of mud-legged people in the mountains trying to make a living. The members of the tribe worked as bodyguards for the big bosses, guarded the mines, collected loan sharks, transported flour, etc., what kind of dirty work was it?
Do all the work.
In the 1960s, the two major scourges of the Bagui Province were the Psionic Society and the Qinghe Tribe. Later, the Lord of the Zhongting suppressed the ancestors of the Qinghe Tribe, and the entire tribe surrendered to the imperial court. With hundreds of millions of annual expenditures, it suddenly turned around.
Now that they are accustomed to living a wealthy life, those two goons, Zhao Tiezhu and Niu Cuihua, began to talk about style and pomp, and lived the lives of Stephen, Vincent, and Musk.
A god raised his head and opened the door. With the help of snail powder, he helped Minister Poppy enter the hotel.
While the elevator was going up, Luosifen whispered: "Sanqing Daozu is the senior deacon of Songhai. A big shot of this level will be cherished by the headquarters. Should we inform the Songhai branch?"
Compared to the god-like figure whose back has been bent by the Qinghe branch, this young deacon prefers the Five Elements Alliance in his heart.
"It's just a senior deacon. Compared to the entire Qinghe branch, he is as light as a feather. Besides, this matter has nothing to do with you. We are here to mediate. If reconciliation cannot be achieved, what does it have to do with us? If you come in blindly, it will harm us.
What's the benefit? No matter it's the Songhai branch or the Qinghe branch, one fart can kill us." A god raised his head and glanced at the dull and stupid Poppy, humming: "I want money! Don't look at this.
Everyone in the Qinghe tribe has a stern face and pretends to be serious. A few decades ago, they were all nouveau riche. They were so poor that they became dogs now, and now they are obsessed with money."
"Tsk, tsk, 100 million, this is more than our entire net worth."
I looked at my nose and heart with snail powder eyes, and I couldn't speak.
The two of them got out of the elevator, returned to the room, and left the dull and stupid Minister Poppy on the bed. At this moment, the mysterious cell phone rang with a call from the woman.
He raised his head with a natural and habitual flattering smile on his face: "Sister-in-law, what do you want me to do?"
"Send that damn ghost back," the woman said coldly.
The woman suddenly roared: "Send that damn ghost back to me, now! Do you need me to pick you up in person, right now! You're deaf, aren't you?"
There was a god who raised his head and trembled with fright: "Yes, yes, come back immediately." He hung up the phone tremblingly, and looked at Luosifen in bewilderment.
"No, we won't pursue the case?" Luosi Fan sighed in relief after realizing it: "It seems that she is not as domineering as you said, and she is still reasonable. Killing a senior deacon is not something that can be easily dealt with."
"She is irrational. Women are emotional animals and have been domineering for many years. How do you expect her to weigh the pros and cons?" A god raised his head and shook his head. "Something must have happened, something big that can suppress her bad temper.
"
After saying that, the two looked at each other and suddenly made a bold guess. "That Sanqing Taoist Deacon." Luosifeng looked horrified: "It is right not to get involved."
"That's right." A god raised his head and murmured, "Where did it come from?"
It's just getting dark.
In an abandoned warehouse in Nanming City, Zhang Yuanqing held a porcelain bowl that exuded strong Yin energy in one hand and a brush in the other. His handsome heart was filled with solemnity. The tip of the pen was wandering on the ground, and the mysterious and twisted spirit seal script full of Taoist charm was rapidly taking shape.
.
This is the formation for condensing spiritual servants.
He also has two sixth-level infernal corpses and a sixth-level wraith spirit that has not yet been refined. He had previously thought that when the power of the lunar calendar had accumulated to a certain extent, he could consider refining another infernal corpse.
After careful consideration, I feel that there are too many Inferi and too few spiritual servants. It is time for the Ghost Bride and Xiaodoubi to upgrade.
Zhang Yuanqing planned to turn the sixth-level resentful spirit into nutrients and feed it to Xiao Doubi and Pai Lan.
Xiao Dou successfully broke through to the Saint, and Bai Lan, who already has the peak power of level 4, should be able to break through to the early stage of level 6.
In fact, it would be easier to directly refine the resentful spirit into a spirit servant. What we are doing now is like taking off our pants and farting.
But Bai Lan and Xiao Dou have become accustomed to using it, and now the Ghost Bride can no longer keep up. The fourth-level spiritual servant seems to have only the role of cannon fodder.
Bai Lan herself seemed to be aware of this problem, and gradually stopped calling him husband, silently waiting to be abandoned.
Zhang Yuanqing slapped his head, "Although the ghost bride cannot sleep, I have been in love with her for a long time, why should I abandon her?"
So I decided to devour the sixth-level resentful spirit for her.
But swallowing a resentful spirit that is better than one's level is tantamount to taking poison, so it needs to be purified by carving the spirit seal formation.
When the last stroke of the spiritual seal fell, the power of Taiyin suddenly penetrated and connected them together. Zhang Yuanqing felt that there was a majestic and terrifying power surging in the room.
He immediately waved, and a black and red wooden box flew from the corner and fell into his hand.
Zhang Yuanqing used the power of dance control to send it into the formation, and then summoned Xiao Doubi and Bai Lan. Amidst the yin energy, a woman wearing a bright red wedding dress appeared, holding a round and cute baby.
"Master!" The ghost bride saluted and stood respectfully aside.
Zhang Yuanqing said "hmm" and said with a smile: "Madam, I have prepared a gift for you."