Zhang Yu picked up his cell phone and looked at it, then went to the balcony and called the other party.

"Hey..." The phone was quickly connected, and a low and hoarse voice came from the phone's voice.

"Team leader, I may not be able to find the suspected spiritual master named Fuchuan now." Zhang Yu said softly.

"reason."

"My name is Lingdianxian disappeared, as if she was dead, and she could no longer accept any sensation." Zhang Yu said sadly.

It is not a matter of time to give birth to a zi Ling overnight, and it is even more a long process to cultivate this zi Ling into a weapon. For Zhang Yu, the disappearance of the zi Ling was almost a failure in his hard work for several years, and he always felt a little unacceptable whenever he thought of it.

"I understand." The mysterious team leader said: "You don't have to worry about this anymore. I will arrange for others to contact Fuchuan again. You should hurry up and write another book again, so as to strive to breed new words as soon as possible."

After the call was hung up, Zhang Yu clenched his right fist, his sharp nails pierced deeply into the flesh, and blood fell to the ground drop by drop.

The landing sounds.

...

My name is Fuchuan, a woman with a gender, fair skin, beautiful face, long legs, and a goddess-level girl. Unfortunately, because of her professional reasons, she was too homeless, which led to her 28-year-old this year and she has not found a boyfriend yet.

Today is a very important day for me because I am going to confess my love to someone, a man I don’t know what his name is, who he is, or his preferences and personality, but every time I go out, I will meet at the intersection and crossings.

When I first met him, he was wearing a snow-white shirt and smiled at me. At that time, I thought that this person was not very good-looking.

Later, when I saw each other, he called me and gave me the red scarf on my neck. From that moment on, I confirmed my love...

In a rental house in Shizhong District, Fu Chuan, a columnist of the Sky Scene Website, stood in front of a three-dimensional mirror, looking at the face that was more charming than flowers in the mirror, and couldn't help but grin, revealing her snow-white teeth.

In fact, she doesn't like to tie a scarf very much, but because the scarf was given by that person, it makes it more meaningful.

She reached out to smooth the wrinkles on the scarf, took a deep breath, and came to the familiar intersection, in front of the crosswalk, waiting and looking, as time passed, the smile on her face became less and less dimmer.

From morning to evening, that person never appeared.

She was unwilling to accept that she called the editor and asked for two days off, and waited hard for two days. However, the person still did not come.

Late at night, there were no pedestrians on the road, only passing cars whistled by.

The light in Fuchuan's eyes completely dissipated. When the green light at the end of the sidewalk lighted up, she walked over step by step, and the scarf in her hand fell off the road.

"Hello Miss Fuchuan."

As she walked across the sidewalk and turned to the rental house along a row of bright street lights, a beautiful woman with big burgundy wavy hairstyle walked opposite her and stopped her.

Fuchuan took two steps back and distanced himself from the other party: "I don't know you."

"I will introduce myself. My name is Huayao, the flowers of flowers, and the ones who escaped." The woman smiled slightly and said softly.

"Miss Huayao has anything to do?"

"Are you waiting for someone?" Hua Yao asked.

"Is this related to you?"

Hua Yao waved his hand and said, "Miss Fuchuan, don't be so alert. If I want to be unfavorable to you, I won't talk to you like this. To put it short, I am a spiritual master and belong to the Spirit Master Association of Words. Our informant observed that Miss Fuchuan, you have the potential to become a Spirit Master, so I came."

What was this woman talking about? Fu Chuan was confused and looked down at his phone. It was almost twelve o'clock. He couldn't help but shivered. He thought he had seen a ghost, so he didn't reply immediately. He quickly bypassed the other party and walked forward quickly.

"Miss Fuchuan, don't you want to see the person who gave you a scarf again?" Hua Yao shouted at her back.

Fuchuan paused slightly, but he felt that this woman was too weird and too evil, so even though he was curious, he did not turn around.

Hua Yao left as if she ran away. She smiled as if she saw her former self, and learned to extradite her seniors. She did not rush or nervously, and followed Fuchuan slowly.

When we met more times in the future, Fuchuan would inevitably slowly let go of his guard and continue to talk to himself under the guidance of curiosity in his heart.

It was strange that Fuchuan obviously felt someone following her. But when she turned around, she did not see half a figure on the empty street.

Because of this strange feeling in her heart, she didn't dare to go home, so she slowly surrounded her circle and gradually came to a shop that was still open in the middle of the night.

Through the glass window, I saw the hot Guandong Zhuo inside. Fuchuan was a little hungry, so he pushed the door and walked in.

"Hello, please give me a 20-yuan Kanto cooking." Fuchuan said.

"Okay, wait a moment." Xia Dongqing replied instinctively, and for a moment he raised his sight, he was stunned for a moment.

Behind the woman, he also saw another creature. The reason why it is called a creature is because his appearance looks like a human, but he has no popularity at all.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that he stared behind him without blinking, Fuchuan turned his head and still saw nothing.

"Nothing, what do you want to eat specifically?" Xia Dongqing shook her head and said.

"Just take it for me later." Fuchuan said, looking around, finally arrived at the guest lounge area, found a corner and sat down.

"Can you see me?" the weird creature stood in front of Xia Dongqing and asked.

Xia Dongqing nodded silently. Just as he was about to say something, Yu Guang suddenly saw Su Jin pushing the door and walking in, waved his hand at him, greeted him, and walked straight to Fuchuan in the corner.

"Hello, are you Miss Fukawa?"

Fuchuan looked up in confusion and saw that this was a very beautiful boy, wearing a decent casual outfit, exuding a close atmosphere all over his body.

"What's wrong today? Why do so many people know me and come to me?" Fuchuan was slightly lost and murmured softly.

Su Jin's eyes lit up and he asked, "Has anyone ever looked for you before I came?"
Chapter completed!