Ping Qianru said: "Actually, I think that sometimes the bureau is quite amicable, and sometimes it is ruthless. When dealing with something, it is not about right or wrong and reason, but about the result. If it doesn't end well, just pull it." Cover it with a quilt, and wait until it can't be covered anymore. There will be no consequences after processing it, and the decision to destroy it can be made quickly - anyway, isn't Zhichun just a knife, Team Yan is a bachelor, and has no background. If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed, and this time, if the matter of the butterfly is poked out, it will hurt the muscles and bones, so we have to 'put the overall situation first, and handle it carefully'."
While talking, she saw Sheng Lingyuan glance at the veal steak next to him several times, and it was almost cold without moving. She knew that he thought the steak was too big, so she brought it over and cut it for him. After cutting, seeing Sheng Lingyuan looking at her in surprise, his face turned red again, and he asked cautiously: "Are you going to eat this? Mine... just..."
Ping Qianru is timid and introverted, and she is not good-looking. Since she was a child, she always seems to be out of tune with the people around her. If she refuses to behave carefully with her tail between her legs, she will risk becoming a "freak". She didn't want to appear out of group, so she was always cautiously trying to be around others, silently serving one princess disease after another.
I thought it would be fine to enter the different control bureau, but since there are all freaks here, she can return to the "Freak Star" and be herself. Unexpectedly, the "freaks" have no less light and dark rules than ordinary people.
Just now Sheng Lingyuan's reserved look of "I want that, but I won't say it, you have to understand the meaning and take the initiative to send it to me" is too familiar, and Ping Qianru accidentally treated the boss like a princess.
The corners of Sheng Lingyuan's eyes slightly curved, Ping Qianru blushed even more, and even had tinnitus.
"You... do you have a sword inscription?" She stammered, and after finishing speaking, she felt that the pronunciation of the word "sword inscription" sounded like a curse, and changed her words in a panic, "No, I, I mean What's your name?"
Sheng Lingyuan thought for a while, he had reported the name "Lingyuan" in Chiyuan at that time, since the little demon Xuanji covered up his identity for him, there was no need for him to tear things apart, so he said another name of his own: " My name is Xiao, are you also the...'Teneng' they say?"
"Yeah, but I don't know what my special ability is. Sometimes I feel that Yang Chao is more like a 'special ability' than me, and the bureau can't find it out. It just shows that my energy level exceeds the 'special ability' definition." Line', so I was recruited in a daze." Ping Qianru smiled wryly, "Maybe the testing equipment was broken that day—or I should stay in school as a researcher now. By the way, you don't know what a researcher is, do you?" …”
Sheng Lingyuan didn't seem to say a few words from the beginning to the end, but after the meal, Ping Qianru inexplicably explained her life, not even keeping the "privacy" of the dog next door.
She is not a talkative person, and it is rare for her to have such a pleasant chat with others. She was dizzy when she went to sign the bill after dinner. Hold your tongue. When signing the bill, she accidentally turned her head and saw the sword spirit who called himself "Xiao" staring at her thoughtfully, but his eyes did not stay on her, but seemed to be looking at something else through her. .
Those eyes were calm and gratified, but seemed to contain a little bit of remote sadness.
Ping Qianru was taken aback, and when he wanted to take a closer look, he had already recovered and smiled at her, his attention was drawn away by the ice cream ball in a child's hand, as if it was just her illusion.
Ten minutes later, under the guidance of Ping Qianru, Sheng Lingyuan finally understood how to get out from the main entrance of the hotel. Holding a colorful ice cream, he sat on the small square in front of the urban complex downstairs of the hotel, watching people.
Thanks to him, the shopping mall leaked a hole and was half closed. An emergency construction team was there to repair it. However, it was the weekend and there were still an endless stream of citizens in the square.
Sheng Lingyuan's long hair was tied into a bundle, and he was sitting by the fountain. Even though he was wearing ordinary sportswear, his appearance was still too eye-catching, so that people who came and went couldn't help but look back at him. His Majesty grew up in the focus of everyone's attention since he was a child. Big, not afraid of being stared at, whoever meets his gaze, he will smile at them.
Half of the passers-by in the square were blushed by his smile. After a while, several girls came over and asked him for "WeChat ID". Sheng Lingyuan didn't know what a "WeChat ID" was, but it didn't prevent him from skipping the topic skillfully, and still had a good time talking with people.
Xuan Ji came back from the hospital, took the elevator from the parking lot to the open-air smoking area, leaned on the railing and looked down, and saw this scene at a glance.
He lit a cigarette he picked up from Lao Wang, and logged into the intranet of the Different Control Bureau.
The electronic office of the General Administration is doing well, with a clear structure, and the filing and registration of "Qi Ling" can be directly filled out online. Xuan Ji read the "Full Responsibility Agreement" at a glance, and his stomach hurts.
It is really full responsibility, no matter how big or small, even the regulation that "the person in charge will pay for the extra board and lodging expenses during the business trip" is written on it.
"What the hell." Xuan Ji lay down on the railing as if she had no bones.
It is absolutely impossible for him to sign this thing, "responsible", the premise is that he can control it.
Control the emperor? What are you thinking!
Besides, Sheng Lingyuan is not a real sword spirit.
As for sending His Majesty to the isolation room of the General Administration, that's even more of a joke. If the old man is not satisfied, why not turn the headquarters building upside down
At this time, he saw that Sheng Lingyuan had finished eating the ice cream. A little girl was pushed out by a friend. She came forward and asked something shyly. Sheng Lingyuan readily nodded in agreement. The little girl covered her face and ran to the nearby dessert At the stall, I ordered a large cup of hot drink for him, and ran away like a gust of wind.
Xuan Ji: "..."
He felt that His Majesty didn't need to have any status anymore, and he could live a good life just by laughing on the side of the road in the future.
Xuan Ji logged out of the system, locked the phone screen, and decided not to prepare for this case at all.
What to prepare? Anyway, Sheng Lingyuan wouldn't stay obediently, and he would just say that he lost his sword at that time.
He didn't ask Sheng Lingyuan what his future plans were - it was useless to ask, the old ghost couldn't possibly tell the truth.
Although the two of them had been in and out of the Witch Tomb together, and had been forced to fight on the same side several times, so far, it was basically a plastic friendship that could be broken when rubbed. What's more troublesome is that once the two of them are stained with each other's blood, there will be an indescribable connection, and it is inconvenient to mix together. Xuan Ji thinks about it, if he is Sheng Lingyuan, then the matter of the witch man's tomb will be over. , he should be ready to leave.
When Xuan Ji washed his majesty's hair, he explained in detail how he got his identity. With Sheng Lingyuan's intelligence, he should be able to hear that this was secretly instructing him how to blend in with the crowd.
At this moment, Sheng Lingyuan seemed to feel his gaze, and raised his head to look at him.
The man's voice sounded in Xuan Ji's ear: "Thank you for your hospitality."
Xuan Ji lay on the railing and waved at him lazily.
"The inspection method of the human-faced butterfly is left to you, remember to cut the mess quickly, so as not to have long nights and dreams." Sheng Lingyuan stood up, "Little monster, just leave here."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the cup of hot chocolate, took a sip and tasted it, then 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 one step ahead, subconsciously wanting to catch up, but as soon as one leg stepped on the railing, he came back to his senses and thought: "Isn't this pretty good?"
At this moment, Xiao Zheng sent a message—Director Xiao, who had been quarantined for 24 hours, just remembered to ask him about the sword spirit. Xuan Ji stubbed out the cigarette, and called back while walking: "I I was about to tell you about this, Lao Xiao, do I need to file for the record if I lost my natal weapon? Sigh... It’s okay to say! I couldn’t find it when I came back, so I ran away from home... You said this... My first month’s salary I haven’t claimed it yet, but I’ve paid for several clothes and a sword! Can I get reimbursed? I think the ‘Mithril’ that Yue Degong and the others stole that year is pretty good, much cooler than my broken sword…”
Sheng Lingyuan didn't go far, he was not in a hurry to find an identity for himself, and the matter of the gloomy sacrifice was not resolved, he was not at ease to leave this group of unreliable juniors.
He tampered with Xuan Ji's witch-human spell. Taking advantage of the night, Sheng Lingyuan passed over the top of the tall buildings and almost became a wind. Following the breath of the spell, he came to Xiao Zheng's hospital.
Xiao Zheng scanned the incantation that Xuan Ji brought him into the computer—the bird man said that the effect of this thing is on the text on it, it doesn’t matter whether it is written or printed—then he made the incantation into a transparent watermark and typed it on a copy In the document of the emergency notice, there was no request to the Yellow Bureau.
The next day happened to be Monday, at nine o'clock in the morning, all units were organizing routine morning meetings as usual.
At this moment, the witch-human spell was compressed into the mail, along the intranet, with the key sign of "first priority", and spread to the branches of the different control bureaus all over the country in an instant. At the same time, almost everyone saw it. Arrived at the "Investigation Notice on the Illegal Use of Mirror Flower, Water Moon Butterfly to Conceal the Number of Casualties". This is the first time since Bi Chunsheng's accident that the authorities have spoken out, and countless suspicious, curious, gossiping hands clicked on the document.
The moment the electronic document was unfolded, each person's body lit up with white or red light.
At the same time, Xuan Ji woke up from a strange dream—
He is not an ordinary person, and usually does not dream, especially after the sacred fire ring was broken, even the suspected Sheng Lingyuan's back did not appear again.
And usually in dreams, he is just a perspective, like watching a movie outside the screen, I am not in it, but this time the dream is particularly strange, Xuan Ji looked down at the flame-colored robe on her body, pinched it Palm—he actually felt it!
At this moment, his feet suddenly moved by themselves, dragging him in one direction.
Xuan Ji: "What's the situation?"
He found himself walking barefoot into a dormitory silently, surrounded by servants dozing off little by little, then suddenly woke up and glanced at him.
Xuan Ji was startled, but the servant closed his eyes sleepily as if he didn't see him.
"What am I now? A ghost? A ghost? I'm not a ghost... Why am I still walking in? Where is this?"
He involuntarily entered the heavy gauze tent, stopped, and stared at the people in the tent from afar.
The man was lying flat, and even in his sleep, he seemed to be frowning uneasily, with a hostile look in his eyes.
It's Sheng Lingyuan.
Xuan Ji stared at him in a daze for a while, but this body still didn't intend to move, thinking: "It's like a pervert to touch someone else's bedroom in the middle of the night... Hey, I moved just after I finished speaking. "
He walked to the side of the bed hesitantly, and sat down sideways. He didn't know whether he was too light or the bed was too hard, but the bed didn't have any dents.
Xuan Ji heard him sigh softly: "Today is the farewell, and I'm afraid we won't see each other again in the future."
Sheng Lingyuan's brows seemed to be furrowed even tighter. Xuan Ji stared at his face, and was stunned, suddenly filled with indescribable sadness and nostalgia.
Then he found that his arm was raised uncontrollably, and a bloodless hand was exposed under the fiery red robe, gently stroking Sheng Lingyuan's face.
Xuan Ji shook off the strange and strong emotion: "This is not very civilized! Wake up, Your Majesty, someone touches you!"
Sheng Lingyuan on the bed didn't know what was going on, he slept like a dead ghost, and he didn't wake up after being touched like this.
Xuan Ji had goose bumps all over her body, desperately trying to pull her arms back.
"It's really like a pervert... Hey!"
However, he was sweating profusely on his brow, he didn't withdraw his hand, but his body leaned forward.
Xuan Ji suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.
"Lingyuan..."
These two words popped out from the tip of his tongue, and they were gently smashed down.
In the loud "Fuck" in Xuan Ji's heart, the feeling but uncontrollable body in his dream lowered his head, gently and reverently sucking Sheng Lingyuan's dry and cracked lips.