no respond. The little girl's white and delicate face slowly dimmed. From her demeanor, it could be seen that she was a little uncomfortable, but she was trying her best to restrain her. Looking at the cute little sling in his hand, the joy of receiving a gift has weakened a lot. I can't see that her uncle is very kind to her, he always gives her a lot of things, and also helps grandpa and uncle Zhu Yuan to beat the bad guys away. Uncle is not good-looking, so he doesn't want to see her, but why doesn't he even want to talk to her. "Uncle." The low voice of the childish child was in the room, and she folded the small sling and put it in the closet. She didn't plan to put it on now, and then walked out of the bedroom holding the iron box. The magician stood at the corner of the bed, took all this in his eyes, his expression was flat, and then went offline. He thought that he was only interested in her because the game connected the two worlds. Human cubs, such an innocent and weak species, will dissipate if they are not careful. Since he has noticed her through the game, he will pay attention to her by the way. Now, he has more important things to do.
Those who borrowed should also be returned. Little Bailey on the bed was injected with a sleeping pill by the little robot, and he had already slept without knowing anything about him. The magician picked up Little Bailey, showing obvious disgust between his eyebrows, and then put something on the girl's face, and in the blink of an eye, the girl turned into a skinny witch. The pale man walked out of the hotel with Little Bailey. * It was not until the magician went offline that the system was relieved. Although it successfully prevented the virus from invading, for some reason, there was always a feeling that the virus was caused by the magician. I also felt that this kind of speculation was too terrifying, and the system forced myself not to think too much, as long as the magician didn't do anything wrong! Looking at the lovely side, the system's devastated mood instantly refreshed. On the other side, Xiu Jin took Xiu Yan to find Mu Xingzhi, and finally found Dr. Mu who had just stepped off the operating table in the hospital. Mu Xingzhi was dressed in a simple white lab coat, his facial features were beautiful but not demonic, with a pair of ordinary black-framed glasses on the bridge of his tall nose, and a hearing aid hung around his neck. He inserted his hands at will. Inside, the air is clean and mild. Despite working all night, he was tired when he saw the Xiu Jin brothers and said, "Why is Xiao Qi here?"
Looking at Xiuyan again, a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes. "Go to my office to talk about anything." Mu Xingzhi put away the accident. When he arrived at Mu Xingzhi's office, Xiu Jin was worried that Xiu Yan and Mu Xingzhi would be embarrassed. In order to avoid this embarrassment, he decided to make a quick decision, but before he could speak, Xiu Yan's communicator lit up. The people who repaired Yan said that Little Bailey had been found. Old Bailey, who was worried about his granddaughter, was restless and burst into tears, and finally decided to go to Little Bailey's room to wait for the good news from Xiuyan. As a result, as soon as Old Bailey entered the room, he saw his granddaughter lying fast asleep on the bed, and there was another magician's card on the pillow with the word "return" written on it. Old Bailey wept with joy. However, the subordinates who were kept around the old Bailey's house by Xiuyan felt their scalps numb and the air was blowing from their backs-they had been patrolling around the house, how did the magician send a big living person without disturbing them back? It simply made the old faces of these battle-hardened warriors blush. Hearing the report of his subordinates, Xiu Yan felt suffocating all over his body, turned around and left, his military boots stepped on the ground and made a chilling sound. Xiu Jin hurriedly chased him out. Since there were people in the hospital, he had to shout in the background of Xiu Yan, "Don't want him to help in the tracking?"
Forget the word magician. Xiu Yan didn't reply, and the figure disappeared in front of Xiu Jin's eyes a few times. "What's the matter?" Mu Xingzhi poured out two glasses of water, one for himself and one for Xiu Jin.
Xiu Jin closed the door of the office, and did not hide it from him. He explained the situation in a few words, and finally muttered, "This person is too arrogant." Mu Xingzhi roughly understood the cause and effect, and shook his head.
Seeing him like this, Xiu Jin said, "You know magicians too?" Mu Xingzhi took a sip of water and smiled gently: "I took over a patient who was kidnapped by magicians before, so I know something indirectly." Xiu Jin" Oh" with a sound, a little irritated: "Father limits Xiuyan to catch the magician within two days..."
"Impossible." Mu Xingzhi said decisively.
"Why?" Anyway, his brother is a military boss, and even the famous star thief gang can be beaten into a sieve. "Magician... Even if he knows which sea he has been to, he can only track where he has been before, but cannot track his exact location. He should have disguised items on his body to cover his whereabouts, which can not only change his appearance, but also Cover up the aura, unless he exposes himself, he will not be found." "An ordinary person, speak so much about him." If even Xiuyan couldn't catch the magician, wouldn't it appear that the empire was incompetent. Want to kidnap royals in the future? Mu Xingzhi glanced at Xiu Jin with a smile: "Do you think magicians are ordinary people?"
"?" Xiu Jin heard other meanings from Mu Xingzhi's words. Mu Xingzhi thought about it and said, "At least in my understanding, ordinary people can't come and go without a trace."
Xiu Jin was stunned for a moment: "You mean magicians are not human?" If that's the case...
"I have to tell Xiuyan."
For species that are not human, if you want to capture them, you will naturally use non-human methods. "I'm just guessing." Mu Xingzhi sighed, "Except for the dragon race, no non-humans dare to be so presumptuous." Even the four great nobles who want to live in the imperial alliance as ordinary people must strictly abide by the rules of human beings— ―You cannot reveal your true body in front of humans. Therefore, the feathers and the sharks simply do not join the WTO, and it is better to be free in their own territory, so as not to be bound by human beings. If the magician is not a human being, with what he has done, once he is arrested and brought to justice, his life and death will be decided by the four nobles in the end.
If he is a human, it is up to the Terran to decide. Of course, the premise is that he can be caught. "I don't care, I don't care." Xiu Jin rubbed his face, it was Xiu Yan who had the headache, he was in charge of being beautiful and earning money to raise cubs. Thinking of the precious daughter, Xiu Jin yawned: "I'm going back."
"Wait." Mu Xingzhi took out a document from the drawer, "I need your help here with something." Afterwards, Xiu Jin regretted his promise to help Mu Xingzhi, so much that he didn't show up for several days. The only way to play the game is to quickly go online and take a look at the baby girl. At the same time, the empire issued a red wanted order for the magician, and the emperor's order to arrest the magician within two days from Xiuyan became that the magician must be arrested and brought to justice for an unlimited period of time. The three words magician are on the screen. Some people worship magicians and regard them as idols, and some people want to bring magicians to justice. So many followers who imitated the magician's dressing style were mistaken for a magician and were arrested by the guards one by one.
And where the real magician is, no one knows. Although the number of times Xiu Jin and the magician have logged into the game has decreased, there is still another one, Nong Jiu Si. During this period of time, he has been online much more frequently than before, for no other reason - every time he goes online, his intimacy value increases by +1+1 , he just wanted to wonder what the law of this little guy's intimacy value was.
However, after some observation, there is still no pattern found. When giving gifts, Little Budian jumped up with joy, but the intimacy value was still as stable as an old dog, always +1. "Uncle, I drew a picture, look." Logging into the game again, standing in the familiar living room, Nong Jiusi knocked on the unusually luxurious wind chimes hanging on the wall. The little girl who was drawing on the table quickly jumped off the chair and turned her drawing towards the shaking wind chimes. The wind chimes are made by myself. Every time she didn't know when her uncle came and left, since her uncle didn't want to talk to her, she would change her way. So while thinking about it, I suddenly thought of the wind chimes that my grandfather made for her with shells. When the wind blows, it will make a nice sound. But the shell wind chime was broken. Later, the grandfather and grandson came to Jinxin Community and could not find suitable materials, so the grandfather could not do it. Therefore, Bianbian decided to make a wind chime, but this wind chime is not another wind chime. Without shells, I used the small animals that my grandfather folded to string them together. I couldn't see my uncle coming. I dialed it, and even if I couldn't make a sound, I could see the small animals moving, and I knew my uncle was coming. I spent an afternoon while I finished the results of stringing small animals by myself, and then let my grandfather hang it on the wall. Although the old zombie is not very flexible, he can instruct the third-level zombie. With the rigid cooperation of the two zombies, the small animal version of the wind chime hangs up. When she could not see her uncle coming, she carefully told her proposal to her uncle, but when she turned around, she received a large package of wind chimes... materials. In fact, it is gems and diamonds, some colorful dragon scales, and small bells with gorgeous and beautiful shapes. Among them, the dragon scales of different colors were asked by Nong Jiusi to ask Nong Tang from other clansmen. The dragons will shed their dragon scales every hundred years. The dragon scales that have fallen off are especially treasured. The tribe has a lot of stock, and it is also requested by Lord Jiusi. Every dragon is generously given, even the Dragon King is no exception. And in order to show their respect for Lord Jiusi, the dragon scales given by each tribe are the most beautiful, best and most flawless. Not knowing how valuable these materials are, it took two days to make the wind chime—Nong Jiusi did not know where to get a blueprint for making wind chimes. With the wind chime, every time the wind chime rings, I know that my uncle is here.
... She was a little nervous and couldn't see that her uncle did not come every day. She cherished the opportunity of his uncle to come. The last time I gave my uncle a small animal that she folded herself, this time I thought about giving my uncle a painting. She couldn't see Nong Jiusi, but she knew that her uncle was by her side because he took the painting from her hand. The little girl looked at the drawing paper floating in the air, and started biting her fingers nervously. She was obviously proud when she drew before, and felt that she drew well. "Uncle, I drew you." She explained again with anticipation and a little nervousness. It's okay not to explain. Nong Jiusi looked at the one-eyed scarred-faced man on the painting, still thinking about who the little guy was painting. Hearing her explanation, his face darkened on the spot. Does he look like this
After raising him for so long, he has grown like this in her heart? ! "Uncle?" The drawing paper fluttered on the table, the little girl was very nervous, "Am I not good at drawing?" The drawing is really good, a five-year-old boy can have such drawing skills, it can be seen that he is drawing He has a great talent for painting. Nong Jiusi called out with a dark face: "Nong Tang!" After a while, Nong Tang, who hurried over shaking his dragon horns, saw his own adults standing in the projection. Nongtang was apprehensive: "Sir, please tell me."
Nong Jiusi continued to black face: "Go get the camera, I want something that can be washed immediately after taking a photo." "Yes."
Nongtang turned and left. An old gray-grey hand picked up the drawing paper on the table. Grandpa's fingers were much more flexible than the previous days. He still wouldn't let himself get too close to the edge, so he quickly stepped back after taking the drawing paper. The gray-white eyes stared straight at the person on the drawing paper. Grandpa stared at it for a while, then raised his right hand to cover his right eye, and then looked to the side, the hoarse "hoho" that brought a little joy.
He tilted his head to think about his grandfather's actions, and then shook his head honestly: "Grandpa, what I drew is not you, but my uncle." The old zombie put down his right hand, put the drawing paper back on the table in a sullen mood, and turned to walk towards By the window, not moving. Downstairs, the third-level zombies are picking up rubbish with iron buckets. Recently, the third-level zombies like this kind of walking style of exercise. As long as he doesn't get close to the side, the old zombie will not pay attention to his whereabouts. However, the scope of the third-level zombies is limited to this area, and they will come back when it is time to eat. Sometimes they bring back a handful of spar, sometimes some picture albums with patterns, and occasionally they catch some live, normal mice, put them in iron buckets, and make squeaking noises. The old zombie didn't allow him to take out the mouse, and the third-level zombies who protested the ineffectiveness had to put the mouse on the fourth floor. The depressed old zombie roared at the third-level zombie downstairs.
The third-level zombie replied bluntly.
Yelling at what he is doing, he is sick! Nong Jiusi glanced at the old zombie standing by the window, his handsome eyebrows raised slightly, and thoughtfully: Zombies are also jealous
Little Dot painted him, but not Lu Yu, so Lu Yu is not happy? Hmm... Looking at the one-eyed, scar-faced man in the painting again, it's inexplicably pleasing to the eye. Seeing that my uncle didn't respond, I thought for a while, climbed back onto the chair, and held up the paintbrush: "Uncle, wait a moment, I'll change it." Nong Jiusi: "..."
I don't grow like this if I change it to a flower. "Sir, here's the camera." Nongtang hurriedly returned. With a click, a photo was freshly released.
Lord Jiusi's slender fingers clamped the photo, looked down at it for a moment, and shoved the photo in front of Xiaobudian with satisfaction. Let her see what Dad looks like. However, when he looked up at the photo, the handsome man in the photo disappeared like a cloud of smoke, leaving only a blank background. Master Jiusi: "..."
A question mark on the side.