Lizi knocked on the door of Ren Ziling's office with a smile.
At this time, Deputy Editor-in-Chief Ren was hanging the ballpoint pen on the nose and upper lip, looking at the screen of the notebook with his chin resting on his hands, probably worrying about writing the manuscript.
"Ah!! No more writing! Lizi, let's go out and gather folk songs!"
"But Sister Ren, the boss said that if you don't hand in the manuscript today, you will have to deduct labor this month." Lizi blinked.
"What are you doing here! Have you finished your work! Am I a place to be lazy!" Deputy Editor-in-Chief Ren turned on the sarcastic mode.
At this time, Lizi mysteriously took out a small box and shook it in front of Ren Ziling.
"What is this?" Ren Ziling asked curiously.
"Medicine." Li Zi sat down, "Didn't you say you want more during the Golden Week last time? I asked someone to get some from my hometown."
Ren Ziling shook her head and said, "Oh... I remembered. But is this medicine too strong? I am a little scared when I think about it after the old horse knocked it down last time. It hurts my body too much!"
"Sister Ren~" Lizi said crookedly, "Do you feel distressed right now? Don't hug your grandson?"
"Go, go!" Ren Ziling waved her hand.
Lizi smiled and said: "Don't worry, I asked the people in my hometown to reduce the strength of the medicine again, and it shouldn't be like Police Officer Ma. Besides, Luo Qiu is young, so he should be fine."
Ren Ziling was suspicious for a moment, blinked at Lizi's blinking eyes, and quickly copied the small box from Lizi's hand to her hand, quickly stuffed it into the drawer, and continued to speak bitterly: " Why are you still sitting here! You don't have to work! Get out!"
The ability of crossing the bridge to disassemble the boards, Li Zi, who saw it directly, was shocked... the shock was astonishing.
"By the way, here is another letter for you."
"A letter to me?"
Ren Ziling was taken aback, took the white envelope from Lizi's hand, glanced at it quickly, and then frowned.
After a while, Ren Ziling suddenly took out her mobile phone and was about to call Luo Qiu's number, but after thinking for a while, she put down the phone again, tapped her fingers on the table a few times, and suddenly said: "Lizi , you go and print a leave request form for me, I may have to ask for a few days off."
"Maybe? Sister Ren, what happened?" Lizi asked curiously.
"Go as soon as I tell you, where are there so many problems!" Ren Ziling urged, waving her hands.
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"Today's harvest is quite rich."
When he just returned to the entrance of the club, Luo Qiu picked up the shopping bag in his hand. For some reason, Boss Luo is always very keen on the discount days of the supermarket.
Of course, most of the things I bought back were just ingredients and seasonings.
"Yes."
While answering the master, You Ye pushed open the two pine doors in front of the shop first, only to find that there was already a black soul messenger waiting in the lobby. It's a lot of fun in Emerald Fantasy.
What was waiting was Black Soul Eighteen.
"Eighteen, I have seen the master, I have seen Miss You Ye." The envoy wrapped in a black robe still greeted with her piercing voice that could make people's skin crawl after hearing it.
Luo Qiu nodded, walked to the counter, rolled up his sleeves, and packed up today's harvest, "Number 18, what's the matter?"
Black Soul No. 18 glanced at the "Critical Gate" in the corner of the lobby, and then said with such an expression: "The subordinate has not returned. This is too disrespectful to the master, so I came here today to pay my respects."
"Really." Luo Qiu nodded with a smile, "It's been a long time since you've been back?"
"For a while." Black Soul No. 18 nodded.
"Sit down, don't stand." Luo Qiu pointed in front of him, "What have you been up to lately?"
"I've been following up with a benefactor." Black Soul No. 18 said quickly, "I believe that the benefactor will become a guest in a short time. Does the master want to read the information first?"
However, Luo Qiu shook his head, cut a piece of fresh lemon, put it in his mouth, and frowned immediately: "Well, it's too sour. Eighteenth, do you like lemons?"
"Master, it's okay for the black soul not to eat." No. 18 shook his head.
Luo Qiu smiled and said: "Then it will lose a lot of fun. You have to learn this from Tai Yinzi, he knows how to live well."
"Yes..." Black Soul No. 18 was a little dazed, and nodded, "I heard that this rookie has done quite well recently."
"good."
"Master, this subordinate actually wants to change something when he comes back this time." Black Soul No. 18 said suddenly at this time.
"For the exchange of black souls, you can just go to You Ye directly, and you don't need to report it to me." Luo Qiu said casually, "By the way, I plan to cook today, do you want to stay for a light meal?"
Black Soul No. 18 shook his head, "The subordinate will leave immediately after changing things."
"Well... then next time." Luo Qiu waved his hand.
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After Black Soul No. 18 left, the maid returned to the master, "Master, No. 18 asked for information on a text that has disappeared from ancient Egypt."
Luo Qiu smiled lightly and said, "I told you, you don't need to report these things to me."
You Ye said: "No. 18 is a black soul with good performance, but it has been a long time since I turned in my white card."
Supervising and reminding the work of the black soul messenger is also one of the maid's duties... She even has a very rigorous attitude in this regard.
"She may have her own plans." Boss Luo smiled and said, "How can I say that No. 18 has existed longer than you and me, so I should know it in my heart."
The maid lady also nodded, and everything is in accordance with the master's wishes... It is only the work of the black soul that is being supervised, and it is her master here who is serving.
"Stop talking about that." Boss Luo waved his hand and put the salmon he bought from the supermarket into a plate. "I'll leave it to you next time. My knife skills are really not as good as yours."
"OK."
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In the apartment, even in the daytime, all the lights were turned on but all the curtains were closed.
An elderly foreigner was holding a document in his hand at the moment, pacing back and forth in the living room, thinking about something with his brow furrowed.
And in the middle of the sofa, there is also a young man sitting. The appearance of the young man is almost the same as that of the foreign old man, of course it is not because of any blood relationship between them, the reason why they look similar is because of their slovenly appearance.
Wang Yuechuan and Professor Trevor from Australia interpreted the strange book on hand for him.
At this time, unlike Professor Cui Fu's deep frown, Wang Yuechuan was staring intently at the coffee table in front of him. On this coffee table, a very flat and square black cloth was spread.
At this time, Wang Yuechuan took a deep breath and opened the small bottle next to it, which contained some white powder. These powders are ground from commercially available crystals.
Wang Yuechuan poured the crystal powder from the bottle into the palm of his hand. Next, he clenched the powder tightly, and then began to slide it from his fist little by little, onto the black cloth on the coffee table, little by little. Using these powders to draw out strange patterns one by one.
In the end, Wang Yuechuan even brought a small knife and cut his finger, his expression became more focused.
He squeezed his cut finger vigorously, and the bright red blood dripped drop by drop on the black cloth.
He then chanted something lightly and quickly... a magical incantation.