Guan Ya was envious for a while, and said:

"The more important the information, the more rewards the organization will give you."

How much money do you give? Zhang Yuanqing was pleasantly surprised, and then worried:

"The old clapper who has been dead for hundreds of years is still smiling at me. I always feel that she will come to me, and I feel uneasy."

If the banyan tree spirit hadn't lied, half of the empress' soul was sealed in the crouching pestle, then she would definitely and definitely look for herself.

However, Zhang Yuanqing did not mention this matter to his colleagues.

Wang Tai comforted him sincerely:

"Don't be so confident. At your level, you won't be able to meet such a boss."

Shut up if you can't speak... Zhang Yuanqing nodded gratefully, expressing that the words comforted him.

Guan Ya smiled and said:

"Is that lady pretty?"

Zhang Yuanqing looked at her sideways: "Prettier than you."

Wang Tai sincerely added on the side:

"The research value is also higher than yours."

Old Siji was furious:

"Go away."

.........

Beijing, Siheyuan.

The sun was shining brightly, and the big locust tree was bathed in the sunlight, and the leaves shone with colorful lights.

A gust of wind blew, the branches and leaves shook, and children laughed.

Under the locust tree, Elder Sun was shaking his cattail fan, followed by the rocking chair. There were tea sets and an old-fashioned radio on the coffee table beside him.

The middle-aged man in black hurriedly stepped over the threshold, walked into the yard, and reported in a low voice:

"Elder Sun, there is news from Songhai that someone has cleared the She Ling Tunnel Spirit Realm."

The shaking cattail fan stopped, and the gray-haired old man suddenly opened his eyes, and two brilliant golden lights shot out from his eyes. The voices of the children in the locust tree seemed to be frightened, and they cried out in surprise, and then stopped their voices together.

The old man sat up from the rocking chair and stared at the middle-aged man, "That night wandering spirit that the Fu family boy recruited?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

The old man froze for a moment, slapped the cattail fan on his thigh, and cried out in grief:

"Drilled, punched..."

The last time a middle-aged man saw Elder Sun so annoyed was when he was playing stocks.

The old man was silent for a moment, then said: JrNovels.com