It turns out that the anchor is really cultivating immortals

The channels used by the Yingdong Kingdom Martial Arts Troupe to enter Jiumu Kingdom are definitely not the right way.

In the humble laboratory in the air-raid shelter of the abandoned Ren'ai Hospital, the experimental data and various records have provided great help to the research of the special defense department.

Right now, the most important task of the Los Angeles branch is to confirm the authenticity of the anchor Su Qing.

If it is true, it is naturally the result that the Special Defense Department most wants to see.

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buzzing...

Just as she came out of the supermarket with her things in hand, Su Qing's cell phone rang.

After connecting, it was his buddy Yang Mingzhi.

"There's a good thing and a bad thing, which one do you listen to first? It's about me." Yang Mingzhi asked mysteriously.

"It's a bad thing." Su Qing thought for a while and made a choice.

Since the system is in place, there will never be any trouble of choosing entanglement.

Song Qingru held a large shopping bag in his arms, which contained various brands of sugar cubes, and followed Su Qing obediently, watching the pedestrians and vehicles coming and going on the road curiously.

"The bad thing is that you asked me to take the most important person to Los Angeles earlier? Although you said you would rent a house for me, I can't spend your money indiscriminately. It's not easy to live broadcast, and there are so many people on the Internet Scolding you. Do you know how they scolded you? I specially recorded some classic quotations of scolding you, let me start with the first one, listen carefully..." Yang Mingzhi cleared his throat and flipped through the memo on his phone .

"Get to the point." Su Qing popped out three words from between his teeth. This kid is still the same.

"Oh, yes. Look, I lost track of what I was talking about. That's right, my plan is to find a job in Los Angeles, have a stable income, and bring important people to live with me. more at ease."

Yang Mingzhi said: "So I asked my second uncle to find a job as a driver for a boss in Los Angeles. He wanted someone with high emotional intelligence. Then my second uncle took me to have dinner with that boss. He is my second uncle's boss. Brother, my parents gave me money to buy two cigarettes, which cost almost 2 yuan! My heart aches for me, and I took out the presents when we were sitting together for dinner."

Su Qing faintly felt that something was wrong. The boss wanted a driver with a high EQ, so he wanted someone who could talk and see.

As Yang Mingzhi's best friend, Su Qing can be said to be one of the people who knows him best.

This guy has been brainless since he was a child. When he was in elementary school, he picked up an ice pick that fell from the eaves and didn't break it. He put it in his schoolbag and insisted on taking it home to play.

He went to junior high school and took the senior high school entrance examination, but he could not even enter the worst high school in the local area.

So Yang Mingzhi vowed to turn the prodigal son back, turned off the lights in the dormitory at night, and took the study materials to the toilet to work hard.

As a result, the day before the senior high school entrance examination, the admission ticket fell into the toilet and was flushed away.

In short, there are countless second-hand behaviors of this guy.

"The boss said that two cigarettes are quite expensive." Yang Mingzhi was complacent, and his tone was puzzled, as if something had happened that he hadn't figured out yet: "Then I have to let him know, After all, it cost nearly 2 yuan, and by the way, it will show off my high EQ."

"So what did you say?" Su Qing waved and stopped an empty taxi.

Put all the purchased goods in the trunk, and take Song Qingru into the car.

Song Qingru, who was sitting in the car, was very worried, worried that her sugar cube would be lost.As the taxi drove all the way, she frequently looked back at the trunk.

"I said it's not expensive. It's really useless to smoke these two good cigarettes for you." Yang Mingzhi said triumphantly, "How about it? This answer is very subtle, and it also euphemistically hints that they are two expensive good cigarettes. You I didn't see it, the smile on the boss's face disappeared, and I was completely impressed by my high EQ."

"I'm afraid it's not because you are impressed by your high EQ, he may really want to sell you off." Su Qing muttered.

"My second uncle took me out of the hotel with trembling hands, and told me to go back first. He went to buy some paper money and burn it for the ancestors. He must thank the ancestors, and the ancestral graves are sprayed with green smoke. I am a genius from our Yang family." Yang Mingzhi laughed happily.

"Maybe it's to cry about the old ancestor. Why did you come to the Yang family after giving birth to a ghost, and let the dignified Yang family produce such a thing as you." Su Qing was helpless.

It's normal, this matter is full of Yang Mingzhi's personal charm from beginning to end - second-hand goods.

"Then let me tell you a good thing." Yang Mingzhi said with a smile.

"Talk." Su Qing switched the phone to his left hand.

"I earned 2 yuan." Yang Mingzhi was even more proud.

Across the cell phone, Su Qing had already imagined the smile from ear to ear from the other party's tone, but he was very strange: "You don't have a job, where did you get the money?"

"I didn't eat enough from the boss. It happened to be dark, and my second uncle asked me to go back by myself. I happened to pass by a barbecue stand, and I was happy to order a few bottles of wine and skewers. I haven't eaten yet, and a fight broke out at the next table. With an idea, I stretched out my head, and a bottle hit my forehead directly. The police uncle came and asked the other party to pay me 2 yuan in compensation.”

"I'm convinced." Su Qing was speechless, and answered three words after a while.

"By the way, I practice the body training formula and qi training formula you sent me every day. The injury I suffered yesterday is scarred today. It's amazing. Also, I punched the wall of my house It's broken, could it be that I'm going to succeed in cultivating immortals?" Yang Mingzhi flaunted like a chatterbox.

"What... what?" Su Qing was shocked.

It took less than half a month for Yang Mingzhi to practice the exercises of body and qi.

Scars heal so fast?

Moreover, the wall of his own house collapsed with one punch. Su Qing has been to Yang Mingzhi's house, and the quality of the wall is absolutely fine, unless it is pushed down with a bulldozer.

Could it be that this bastard is talented in cultivating immortals!

"If you don't want to believe it, I'll show you the next time we meet." Yang Mingzhi said.

"Don't, don't." Su Qing hurriedly stopped: "I believe what you said, you are not allowed to use that much power until you see it."

It is said that educated hooligans are more terrifying, and he suddenly felt that bastards who can cultivate immortality are the potential scourge.

Before the end of the call, he gave a few more serious instructions. In order to let Yang Mingzhi understand the seriousness of the matter, Su Qing also briefly popularized the law.

The taxi driver who was driving quietly looked at the matter of wearing a mask. He was a young man with a mouthful of cultivating immortals. He punched down a wall, jumped over a wall, murdered and violated the law...couldn't he be a psychopath.

The hands holding the steering wheel started to sweat. What if the other party gets nervous and hurts him?

After finally driving to the destination, when Su Qing paid the fare, the driver galloped away without daring to stay for a moment.

Su Qing was puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, wondering what happened to the driver.

He and Song Qingru carried their things and went upstairs.

As soon as he put down his things, there was a knock on the door.

landlord?

Since Su Qing moved here, no one has knocked on this door except the landlord.

After opening the door, there were two people with strange faces standing.

"The two are..."

Su Qing's eyebrows moved lightly, the other party was not simple.

Su Qing, who entered the foundation building period, has become more sensitive, far surpassing humans.

Especially the man with a square face standing at the front and smiling, even though he was smiling, he exuded the aura of being in a high position for a long time from the other party.

"Special Defense Department, Los Angeles Branch, Director Nie Xiuying." The man with the Chinese character face took out a document from his suit pocket, and the leather cover had a badge representing the Nine Mu Kingdom.

"Special defense department? I haven't heard of it. What can I do for you?" Su Qing asked.

Calm on the surface, Su Qing's mind is already rapidly screening all the things that happened recently.

Finally, we stayed on the matter of Yingdong National Martial Arts Troupe, the air-raid shelter laboratory in the abandoned Ren'ai Hospital and the corpse to the left of the post gate.

With the current level of medicine, it is only necessary to complete a standard autopsy on the left side of the guard gate, combined with the experimental data left by Cao Hongxue in the air-raid shelter laboratory, to know a lot about the disaster that has subtly affected the world by pollution.

"Talk about your live broadcast content, are you interested?" Nie Xiuying shifted his gaze from Su Qing to the girl standing in the room holding a water glass as if she was about to pour water but froze.

She is very beautiful, even Nie Xiuying, who is staid and serious, has a kind of surprise in front of her eyes.

"You are in the room, wait for me to come back obediently. Don't be nervous if I don't come back." Su Qing turned her head and said to Song Qingru.

Nie Xiuying and the young man standing behind him couldn't feel that dangerous energy fluctuations had begun to surge in Song Qingru's body.