I'm anxious, there's no way to be done with Gujing Wubo, right?

Qin Lang looked at several emoticons, but did not hang it anymore. He replied to the text message. On the way, he forgot to reply to the text message, thinking that you didn't want to pay attention to me anymore.

Zhou Zeqing: What are you thinking about? How could I not want to pay attention to you? My life-savior (*/omega;＼*)

I thought you were really angry, and I didn't reply to the message⊙﹏⊙∥∥

No, why did you go back so early? Didn’t your uncle and aunt keep you for dinner? Or is it because my uncle and aunt are busy looking for a new store these days and are not at home?

Lin Xier and Zhou Zeqing have a very good relationship. They will tell each other if they have any news.

Naturally, there is no concealment of finding a new store.

Even if the uncle and aunt are not at home, Xi'er will cook. She has everything she should have at home, and it is delicious under Xi'er.

Qin Lang is funny, do you just hope Xier will give me food?

Zhou Zeqing: Actually, there is no hope, so I won’t bother Xier.o(〃］＾》)o

The two chatted with each other, as if Qin Lang felt like he was back in his previous life when he was in college.

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It’s true that this feeling of Zhou Zeqing’s reply in seconds is quite good!

After returning to the villa, Qin Lang sat on the sofa, put his phone aside, looked at Junzi standing beside him, and said seriously, how is the matter doing? I haven't asked you to follow Chen Ping'an during this period.

You won't be lazy, right?

Before Ye Feng, the last son of luck, had a long time before he could break out, Junzi and others were all working in three shifts, and they were so tired that they were dying.

When you arrive at Chen Ping'an, you will go inside every few days, eat the public's meals, and do a designated activity without having to grasp the traces. Naturally, the tasks assigned to Junzi and others cannot be followed by Chen Ping'an.

Now that most of the things have been handled properly, it is time for him to sort out what he wants to do next.

Junzi shook his head quickly, "Where can it be? Even if I have nothing to do, I will arrange for my brothers to practice it so that I will not waste my skills."

Also, the old man you told me to look for has been found. This old man is not simple! The drone flew at a height of hundreds of meters, and was discovered by this old man. He always stared at us.

look.

But even so, the drones we sent were shot down by this old man. Fortunately, the pictures were fed back in real time, otherwise there would be no way to detect the movements of this old man from a distance.

Thinking of the bad old man I saw through the live broadcast that day, Junzi felt that the other party was not simple, let alone the feat of stones shooting drones!

?

The old man is so good at hitting the plane?

Qin Lang frowned: Have you handled the follow-up?

The old man who asked Junzi and others to investigate was naturally Chen Ping'an's master.

The name is Mr. Ji!

In the original work, it was definitely a more buggy existence than Chen Ping'an in the early stage.

The last time the unlucky guy, Ye Feng, had his trump card from the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, and he couldn't get in abroad.

But now Chen Ping'an's backer is in China, so he naturally has to worry about it, otherwise he would have to cause some big trouble.

Junzi hurriedly said, "That must have been solved." After the drone broke down, I immediately asked the local road government bureau to investigate and sued the old man for maliciously damaging public assets and maliciously blocking terrain exploration."

I was originally going to arrest him and lock him up for a few days, but that old man slipped faster than anyone else and didn't catch him!

Good guy!

You're out of the army!

Qin Lang stared at Junzi in surprise, always feeling that the skills he knew were learned by this old guy.

This subtle way, he wouldn’t have cultivated a future villain, right?

I did a good job, just roughly determine Mr. Ji’s whereabouts. I only need his photos.

Qin Lang seemed to be out of his arms, but in fact he took out a marrow-cleaning pill from his backpack and threw it to Junzi. This thing is a pill bought from a large sum of money. It can wash the essence and clean the marrow and improve your physical fitness.

Improve the next level again, and you run around outside day by day to prevent being unprepared. The stronger your strength, the better.

Master, how come this is done? I don’t deserve such expensive elixirs? You respect me so much, you can’t take it, I can’t take it!

Junzi exchanged greetings and stuffed the marrow-washing pill into his pocket, looking grateful.

Qin Lang rolled his eyes and waved his hands. Don’t come out quickly! Go and do whatever you should do, don’t figure out what I think all day long.

Junzi scratched the back of his head, held the pill in his arms, grinned, and ran away happily.

Why

Qin Lang lay on the sofa and sighed.

No matter how much he scolded, Junzi's actions were still very popular.

If you train a big villain, you can train it. At least he doesn’t need to do anything personally. With the military officer here, he can handle everything without his instructions.

Although he is not so worried about loyalty, it is not so appropriate to always gather the decentralized power in the hands of the same person.

Even if you are not worried that the army will betray, you need to beware of mistakes that will lead to big mistakes.

But now, no one around him has the strength of his superiors except Junzi.

The only thing that can be fought against is the blood-colored mandala he later defected to. The girl looked cold and looked like a person who did big things.

But in fact, it is not steady at all and very reckless.

Not to mention anything else, just his actions during this period have caused Qin Lang to have a holy ruin.

At first, the Blood Mandala wanted to kill him to revive the glory of the killer, but later it came every night and said he wanted to kill him, but Qin Lang felt a dazed feeling in his heart, as if the Blood Mandala was

Come to do door-service!

It's just a damn outrageous!

When it's time to close the network, it's still necessary to close the network.

Qin Lang leaned his head on the sofa, temporarily putting the decentralization of power and whispered softly.

At present, he has been led by the daughters of all the great fortunes. Even without Chen Ping'an's participation, the next thing has become a foregone conclusion.

Keeping Chen Ping'an is a disaster.

When it's time to solve it, it's going to be solved!

I don’t know how much rewards it will bring to Chen Ping’an?

I don’t know what type of the next son of luck is, entertainment, soldier king, miracle doctor, seven sisters, or the wife of the God of War enters the chicken courtyard, or the return of the immortal?

I don’t know if An An in the prison is sleeping.

I don’t know if the black man who caused a lot of controversy in the news some time ago was arranged in the same room with An An.
Chapter completed!