From the day he met Xuan Ji, his wish to cut this guy was getting stronger every day.

"No need to thank you." Xuan Ji made a "shhh" gesture and pulled off the talisman on the door with a smile. "This mantra is known to heaven and earth, you know me, you know and I know - OK, I hope Lao Wang has not gone far, and I still have to go back to his car. By the way, he finished the story of "Blade Lingzhichun" being corroded by sea poison."

"Later, the knife called 'Zhichun' was destroyed, and the fragments were received in the isolation room on the 60th floor underground." In the hotel restaurant, Ping Qianru took His Majesty downstairs to have dinner according to Director Xuan's instructions - so that he would not tear a hole in the parking lot.

The restaurant is a buffet restaurant, but His Majesty is unwilling to "buy himself". He sat there like an old man, and did not feel embarrassed to be a little embarrassed to be a young man who has hands and feet.

Fortunately, Ping Qianru has a good temper and is willing to take care of others and take care of him in a row.

Sheng Lingyuan observed the tea bags in the teapot with great interest and asked casually: "Why is that?"

"The composition of the sea poison is unknown, so we cannot completely eradicate it. At that time, we tried all kinds of methods, and the purification speed could not keep up with the corrosion. Moreover, the corrosion of the sea poison was not only physical. Zhichun lost control later, and he became less and less awake. Team Yan could only lock him up. Unexpectedly, he split the ban and ran to the downtown area, injured six passers-by, and one of them almost died. It was a big fuss at that time, and there was no way, so he could only destroy Zhichun. Yan Qiushan also left without saying goodbye because of this matter, and his whereabouts are still unknown - so the bureau is very strict in controlling your sword spirits."

"Ah," Sheng Lingyuan wiped his hands and thought to himself, "then it will be even more inconvenient to stay for a long time."

Ping Qianru said: "Actually, I think that sometimes the game is very good at mixing up, and sometimes it is very ruthless. Whatever you deal with is not right or wrong, reason, but just the result. If you don't end, just pull a quilt to cover it. When it really can't be covered, say, for example, this time, the butterfly incident, we have to say "the overall situation is the most important, handle it carefully". We still want to hide it. As for those who handle it, there will be no consequences, and the destruction is made very quickly - anyway, isn't Zhichun just a knife? A bachelor in Yan team has no background, so it will be destroyed."

While talking, she saw Sheng Lingyuan glance at the steak next to him for several times, and he almost turned it cold and didn't move for a while. He knew that he thought the steak was big, so he brought it over to cut it for him.

After cutting, Ping Qianru found Sheng Lingyuan looking at her in surprise, her face turned red again, and asked carefully: "Do you want to eat this? My...just..."

She is cowardly and introverted, and she is not good-looking. From childhood to adulthood, she always seems to be out of touch with the people around her. If she refuses to be careful with her tail, she will be at risk of becoming a "freak". She doesn't want to appear out of place, so she always tries to be by others and silently serves one princess after another.

I thought it would be fine if I entered the different control bureau. Anyway, there are all freaks here, so she can return to the "Freak Star" to be herself, but I didn't expect that the light and dark rules of "Freaks" are no less than those of ordinary people.

Just now, Sheng Lingyuan's reserved look, "I want that, but I won't say it, you have to understand the meaning and take the initiative to send it to me." was so familiar. Ping Qianru accidentally treated the boss as a princess disease.

Sheng Lingyuan's eyes curled gently, and Ping Qianru's face turned redder and even had a little tinnitus.

"You... do you have Jianming?" She stammered. After saying that, she felt that the pronunciation of the word "Jianming" sounded like a swearing person, and then changed her words in panic, "No, I, what do you call me?"

Sheng Lingyuan thought about it and reported the name "Lingyuan" in Chiyuan at that time. Since Xuan Ji's little demon covered his identity for him, there was no need for him to sabotage him later, so he said another name: "My name is 'Xiao'."

Fortunately, Ping Qianru is a science student who studies computer science. As early as after the high school entrance exam, history was returned to the teacher. "Sheng Xiao" could still remember that she was a commendable name with Emperor Wu of Qi. She could not react at all when she said "Xiao".

Sheng Lingyuan asked in a warm voice: "Are you 'special' too'?"

"Yes, that's what I said on my ID card, but I don't know what my special ability is. They recruited me in a confused way." Ping Qianru smiled bitterly, "Maybe the test instrument was broken that day - otherwise I should stay in school as a researcher now. By the way, you don't know what a researcher is..."

Sheng Lingyuan didn't seem to say a few words from beginning to end, but after a meal, Ping Qianru inexplicably explained her life, and she couldn't even keep the "dog privacy" of the next dog.

She was introverted and cowardly. At first, she was obviously afraid of this man, but after being together for a while, she inexplicably forgot her initial fear. After dinner, she went to sign a contract, and Ping Qianru was dizzy, wondering whether she had a secret tendency to be a silly flower. When she met a handsome man, she couldn't stop her tongue. When she signed the contract, she turned around accidentally and saw the sword spirit who called herself "Xiao" staring at her thoughtfully, but her eyes did not stop on her, but seemed to be looking through her, looking at something else.

The eyes were calm and relieved, but there seemed to be a little distant sorrow.

Ping Qianru was stunned. When she wanted to look carefully, the man had already come to his senses and smiled at her. Her attention was attracted by the ice cream ball in a child's hand, as if it was just her illusion.

Ten minutes later, Sheng Lingyuan finally understood how to get out of the main entrance of the hotel under Ping Qianru's guidance. He held a colorful ice cream and sat in the small square in front of the city complex downstairs of the hotel, watching people.

Thanks to him, the mall had a hole in the floor and the emergency construction team was repairing it. But it was a weekend, and citizens coming and going in the square were still in constant force.

Sheng Lingyuan tied his long hair into a bunch and sat next to the fountain. His appearance was so eye-catching that people coming and going couldn't help but look back at him. His Majesty grew up in the focus of everyone's eyes since he was a child, and he was not afraid of anyone watching him. Whoever met his gaze would even smile at others.

Passers-by in half of the square were all blushed by him. In a short while, several girls came over and asked him for a "WeChat ID". Sheng Lingyuan didn't know what the "WeChat ID" was, but it didn't prevent him from skipping the topic cleverly and having a great conversation with others.

Xuan Ji came back from the hospital and took the elevator from the parking lot to the open-air smoking area. He leaned against the railing and looked down, and saw this scene at a glance.

He took out his new phone from Dad Xiao, and logged into the intranet of the Extra Control Bureau with an unskilled employment number.

The electronic office of the General Administration is doing well, with a clear structure. You can fill out the form directly online when registering the "Qi Ling" and Xuan Ji read the "full responsibility agreement" in one look, which made him feel stomachache.

It is really a full responsibility, and everything is fine. Even the regulations that "the extra food and accommodation expenses will be borne by the person in charge during business trips" are written.

"What the hell?" Xuan Ji lay on the railing like a boneless one.

It is absolutely impossible for him to sign this thing. "Responsible" is the premise that he can control it.

Controlling the Human Emperor? What do you think!

Besides, Sheng Lingyuan is not a real sword spirit.

As for sending His Majesty to the General Administration's isolation room, that's even more joking. He was not satisfied and wouldn't he be able to lift the headquarters building upside down?

At this time, he saw that Sheng Lingyuan had finished eating ice cream. A little girl was pushed out by a friend and went up to ask something shyly. Sheng Lingyuan nodded happily to agree. The little girl ran away with her face covering her face. She rushed to the nearby dessert stall like a gust of wind, ordered a big cup of hot drink, stuffed it to him, and ran away like a gust of wind.

Xuan Ji: "..."

He felt that His Majesty no longer had to have any identity, and he could survive by selling laughter on the roadside in the future. So he quit the system, locked his phone screen, and decided not to take care of the case.

Anyway, Sheng Lingyuan would not stay honestly, so he would just say that he would lose his sword.

He didn't ask Sheng Lingyuan what plans he had in the future - it was useless to ask. The old ghost could not tell the truth. He would be trapped by the other party if he accidentally got away. Although they entered and exited Wu Renzuka together and were forced to fight in the same camp several times, so far, they basically had plastic friendships that were broken in one rubbing. What's even more troublesome is that as soon as they were touched by each other's blood, their brains would automatically connect to Bluetooth. It was not convenient to mix together. Xuan Ji thought to himself and others that if he was Sheng Lingyuan, then Wu Renzuka's affairs would be ready to leave once they were finished.

At this time, Sheng Lingyuan seemed to feel his gaze and looked up at him.

The man's voice sounded in Xuan Ji's ear: "Thank you for the hospitality."

Xuan Ji was stunned, lay on the railing without moving, and looked down at Sheng Lingyuan.

"You have left behind the inspection method of human-faced butterfly. Remember to cut the mess quickly to avoid long nights and dreams." Sheng Lingyuan stood up, "Little Demon, why not leave me here."

After he said that, he picked up the cup of hot chocolate, took a sip and tasted it. He didn't know what he had experienced, but his eyebrows slightly raised. Then he turned around and merged into the vast crowd. The conspicuous white sportswear and long hair flashed a few times, and then disappeared.

Before Xuan Ji could react, he had already stood up first and subconsciously wanted to chase after him, but as soon as one leg stepped on the railing, he came to his senses and thought to himself: "Isn't this just right?"

The unpredictable human emperor of the gods and ghosts seems to have no intention of being hostile to them, and he cannot fight or control them. It is better not to interfere with each other. If you have the fate in the future, you can find out the mastermind behind the gloomy sacrificial text and borrow the power of the other party.

It’s good to stay on the platform and be respected by others.

At this moment, Xiao Zheng sent a message - Director Xiao, who had been quarantined for twenty-four hours, was just remembering to ask him about the sword spirit, Xuan Ji called back while walking, "I was about to tell you about this. Old Xiao, do you need to register if he lost his weapon? Alas... I'm talking about it! I can't find it once I come back. Maybe I think I'm poor and ran away from home... You talk about this... I haven't received my first month's salary yet, and I have already paid several clothes, several mobile phones and a sword! Can I get it reimbursed? I see that the 'Misin' stolen by Yue Degong and others is good, it's much cooler than my broken sword..."
Chapter completed!