The Domestic Hero

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Grumbling, screaming hungry.

Wang Yan was too lazy to take care of it and sat down to eat. A table full of rich food made Wang Yan satisfied. I couldn't help but think about it. Fortunately, I listened to Sister Nanlian's advice and joined the SAFE.

Otherwise, how can I have such a good day now!

What if the power meeting powers? In this era of economic kingship, making money is not easy. It is more likely to rely on strength to break the law and discipline in order to make money, and is eventually targeted by the National African Bureau ...

Wang Yan was very comfortable eating a big meal in the cafeteria. In the canteen of his own unit, the chef used is not inferior to that of a five-star hotel, and the fire and taste are very particular. The ingredients are also very authentic. The food suppliers are all from the organic farms in the suburbs.

This makes Wang Yan slightly embarrassed. It seems that the welfare benefits of the unit are really good. The good ones are flattered.

My heart is full of stability and happiness, giving birth to a feeling of unity and unity. As if here is your own home, since it is your home, you must protect it.

"Brother Xiao Wang, are you full?" The corpse man stared at him again, and the old zombie's face was flattering.

Wang Yan wiped his mouth and blinked at him.

Fortunately, everyone is a colleague, and the two have established a "revolutionary friendship", and thanks to him for imparting the exercise and use of spiritual power, I am still very grateful.

"Senior, you have taught me my skills." Wang Yan said politely, "but I really don't want to sell blood ..." Wang Yan is grateful, but don't do something like donate blood to zombies.

"Brother Wang, can we not be so old-fashioned at our young age?" The corpse man moved a stool and sat down next to Wang Yan. He said with a smile, "You see ordinary people run blood donation donations Blood, if you are a civil servant anyway, can't you carry forward your humanitarian spirit and do good deeds? "

"Uh ... there is of course no problem in promoting the humane spirit." Wang Yan Hanran said weakly, "but promoting the humane spirit to the zombies really makes me feel weird."

"Zombies, what's the matter with zombies?" The corpse roadman was unhappy, and said, sitting upright with some unease, "The zombies under the old man have all done merits. Take the bronze armor that you have dealt with As far as the black iron tower is concerned, in the Battle of Songhu, it was a hero who killed 16 little devils, and finally died in the battle. The old man was thinking of his iron gall bear, and his body was full of blood. So the old man robbed his body Go out and sacrifice to a corpse of war. Let him continue to kill the enemy, defend his country and protect the country, and fulfill his long-cherished wish. "

Speaking of which later, the corpse man himself was a little bit emotional, and he was ashamed, as if he remembered the tumultuous years of the year.

Wang Yan heard that his eyes were glaring out. Was the copper armor like a black iron tower originally an anti-Japanese hero? It was really hard for him to imagine that a fierce and brutal zombie could be associated with the word hero. But is it really okay to steal the hero's corpse so casually and make it into a war corpse?

Sure enough, after entering the National African Affairs Bureau, all kinds of brain-opening things really heard too much. But even so, Wang Yan did not want to donate blood to a zombie.

If it is said that an ordinary person was injured, he must get his own blood to help, Wang Yan will not be stingy.

But to give a zombie or other creatures to enhance their strength, it is psychologically unacceptable. This made him feel like a modern version of a Tang monk, and his own flesh and blood would increase his strength ...

When he thought about it for himself, he felt shudder.

"Senior corpse." Wang Yan picked up the little ferret and hugged it in his arms. He stood up and said with a smile, "Suddenly remembered that there are still some things in the family, and the juniors said goodbye first."

Wang Yan is not a person who is unaware of gratitude, but just feels that he can help him in other matters. But such a thing as donating blood is not grateful.

Not a few steps away, the corpse man wrapped up with a smile on his face again: "Little brother, we have something to discuss. So, I have an idea. Let's compare, if I lose, I Lose a lot of money. If the old man is lucky to win a half-chip, you can just give the old man a jar of blood. "

"Senior corpse, are you kidding me?" Wang Yan hugged the little ferret and flicked outside the door. "You are an old senior who has lived more than 100 years old. He is strong and has many babies. How dare you learn from you? "

Then, Wang Yan started to run out of the door at an extraordinary speed. Through the meeting room, Wang Yan didn't even have time to say hello to Sister Bunny and flew up the elevator.

It wasn't until the elevator sank slightly, carrying Wang Yan to the ground, that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped off his cold sweat: "This corpse man is really obsessed with his own blood, it's too hard to entangle."

After quickly leaving the unit, Wang Yan trot all the way to the subway station. It was already eight or nine in the evening. The autumn night sky was clear, the moonlight was bright and clear, and a few stars were spreading like a waterfall, and a dazzling galaxy was hung out.

There are many motor vehicles in Huahai City, and the air quality has always been average. Only when the autumn air is cool and the cold air blows away the smog above the head, there is such a pure sky. The cool air, with every breath, burrows into the lungs, producing a hint of coolness. It makes Wang Yan feel clear and comfortable.

From the storage bracelet, spare sporty thin coats, caps and sunglasses were removed. After a little dressing, he put the little ferret in his arms and entered the subway station with the crowd. Pets are not allowed on the subway. Although Xiao Xue is not his own pet, it explains that others can believe it?

At this time, there are mostly young people in the subway. At this point, most of them just returned from overtime work. Although those young and energetic faces are all tired, it is difficult to hide their longing and expectation to survive in the big city.

Wang Yan felt a little sighed, if not for the National African Affairs Bureau. Probably like these young people, it takes many years of hard work to slowly gain a foothold in a big city?

However, from another perspective, this is hard work. But is it not that the young people continue to transform and mature in the process of active struggle?

Only after suffering through difficulties and frustrations can we fade the youth and tenderness of the boy and gradually become a mature man. And this step, most people start from the graduation season.

Wang Yan embraced his chest with both hands and leaned on the pole. With his head down, sunglasses and a cap covered most of his appearance. But even so, it is difficult to conceal the breath and charm exuded from him.

Several single women in the carriage looked at him obliquely, or secretly looked at him with a blushing face.

Whenever this happens, Wang Yan does not know whether it should be happy or funny. As the pure Yang Shengong practice becomes greater, the yang energy in your body will become more vigorous and pure. In this way, the inadvertent smell of sunlight on your body is more likely to cause the opposite **** to be instinctively interested in yourself.

These ordinary human women are better. If it is changed to those women whose scent is yin, they will salivate themselves more, and would like to swallow their bones.

At the moment when Wang Yan secretly sighed, a corpse man dressed up in the 1990s with an upstart, appeared on the side of Wang Yan without dissipation. He smiled and said, "Comrade Xiaowang, you are us What's the fear of the rising star in the game? Come and play. "

Wang Yan couldn't help but a chill, how could this yin and yang freaky sound sound so like standing on the street ** pulling the passerby's tone? Worthy of being an old monster who has lived for more than a hundred years, should you have seen many similar situations?

And this old monster is also disillusioned? I didn't even see when he got on the subway, and seeing him like this, he knew that he wouldn't buy a ticket, so he must have escaped the ticket by using the haunting method.

"Cough, senior, it's not that I don't want to play." Wang Yan put on his sunglasses frame and said with a low voice, "I can't afford to play. Are you not bullying the younger?"

"Comrade Xiao Wang, you can rest assured, but you are the celebrity in front of Director Feng." The corpse man's face was correct, and he said, "Even if the old man has the heart to bully you, there is no courage. So, the old man has three iron armor. Corpse, let's play a little. You win, the old man will give you 10 million. If you lose, the old man will give you 10 million, as long as you give me 500 milliliters of blood. Xiaowang, such a good thing Where to find it? This little blood will not hurt you. "

There are such good things! ?

Wang Yan was stunned for a moment. Didn't the corpse man ever investigate his intelligence? It is not clear how strong Wang Yan's actual combat power is?

In Wang Yan's own opinion, with his own talent and strength, plus a few pieces of weapon-level equipment, he is a powerful player in the complete state of the corpse Taoist. Although the win is not high, it is possible to save your life and even fight back.

The reason why he is unwilling to play heads-up with him is because everyone is a colleague of a unit, and he is not willing to work hard for a little money. In case of accidentally exploding a magic weapon, crying without crying.

But what Wang Yan didn't expect was that the corpse Taoist looked down upon him so much and wanted to get him done with three armored corpses? Uh ... The armored corpse is equivalent to a D-level evaluation, which means that it is similar to the werewolf that was hammered by himself, or at most similar to the first two blood angels.

As long as they are normal C-level powerhouses, can they kill the three armored corpses in the heads-up? Could there be any greasy stuff inside? Wang Yan immediately pretended to be weak and said, "Senior corpse and junior have just become awakeners for less than a month, and their combat experience is limited."

Less than a month of awakening? The corpse's zombie face was stagnant, and there seemed to be thousands of horses running past. The old man has worked hard for hundreds of years, and the comprehensive strength evaluation is only B level.

And this kid has reached a C-level evaluation in less than a month. What kind of world is this? Everyone is human. Why is there such a big gap?

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