Zuo Jiayin groaned for a long time and then got into the police car with Lin Qing.

The police car roared towards the police station.

Although she was in trouble, she was considered a good citizen. Zuo Jiayin was actually in a good mood.

Of course, it would have been better if there wasn't a very air-conditioned sword cultivator Wei Heng sitting next to him, with a sneer on his lips and a particularly murderous spirit.

Even though he knew that he was reborn and that the Wei Heng in front of him had never experienced the life and death of his previous life, Zuo Jiayin still felt that he and Wei Heng were not on the right track.

This guy looks like he is blaming the sky and the earth. Who can look down on him?

"So, Fellow Daoist Zuo...can I call you Good News?" Lin Qing smiled kindly.

This is a very likeable young man.

It was a hundred times easier to get along with Wei Heng than Wei Heng who only looked at him from the corner of his eyes with a cold face.

He had just chatted and already knew that Zuo Jiayin was an alchemist.

Although she was not from the righteous sect, but was just a poor casual cultivator with little background and more difficult cultivation, Lin Qing was not as condescending to her as the disciples of the sect.

He looked very kind, and Zuo Jiayin thought that Officer Lin was really good. She was also worried that she had no experience in practicing just now, so she gave her some pointers on her practice.

She reciprocated the favor and opened up some profitable business scope for herself, so she said to Lin Qing, "Officer Lin, you're welcome. We are all on the right path. Just call me Yin Yin."

She continued with Lin Qing, "Also, although my cultivation is shallow, I can still refine some low-level elixirs. If you need it, you can come to me."

This seems a bit exaggerated.

There are some excellent alchemists in the Zhengdao sects who have been trained by themselves.

A small and unsophisticated casual cultivator cannot really be compared with an alchemist who was carefully trained by a large sect.

Lin Qing did not laugh at her self-confidence.

He nodded and said with a smile, "That's great. Our police station is also short of elixirs. I'll have to trouble you if necessary."

Being kind to others and being low-key and peaceful is indeed the style of an elite disciple of a famous sect.

The little girl smiled sheepishly, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't say anything more to Wei Heng.

There wasn't even an exchange of names.

In this life, they still don't know each other.

Very good, keep it up.

Zuo Jiayin decided that as long as she never ran into Wei Heng again when she went out to make money, she would never have any grudges with the evil sword cultivator who loved to fight monsters and had eyes as wide as the sky.

She and Wei Heng were both the same young people, but they didn't seem to have the same temperament, and they didn't seem to be close at all. Lin Qing didn't say anything when she saw it.

The police car became quiet for a while until they arrived at the police station and after completing the records, Zuo Jiayin released the demon cultivator's soul that he had captured.

Seeing the soul begging for mercy and being taken into the apricot-yellow flag, she gritted her molar teeth and said to Lin Qing, "The bonus will be half for each person."

Wei Heng stole her monster, but at that time he didn't know that this demon cultivator had an owner, so she didn't need to worry about it.

She looked like she was looking at money, but she was still willing to share the bonus with Wei Heng. Lin Qing looked at her with a smile for a while with sour eyes.

It wasn't until the little girl felt a little uncomfortable that he smiled and asked, "You were the one who called the police station before, right?"

"It's me."

Speaking of Zuo Jiayin, I just want to talk about this issue.

"I've been calling the police for two days." The little girl complained with a childish tone.

Lin Qing smiled and rubbed the corners of her sleepy eyes.

He did not ask a little girl how she knew that there were so many demon cultivators in the bar, but explained with a smile, "We are short of manpower."

This is the capital city, with a large area, many ordinary people, and many magic cultivators. Even if the Special Operations Department is fully staffed, it cannot fully cope with so many incidents.

Due to lack of manpower, the demon cultivator was looking for trouble all day long, and he hadn't slept a wink for three days.

If it weren't for the fact that cultivators have a strong constitution and don't need much sleep, and can recuperate their spirits by closing their eyes and meditating occasionally, he would have been admitted to the hospital long ago.

work injury.

They are all work-related injuries.

Hearing this, Zuo Jiayin was helpless.

She neatly put away the alchemy furnace, sat there for a while, and suddenly asked, "Can I not ask the parents?"

"They don't know about your situation?" Lin Qing asked in surprise as he stuffed a refreshing pill into his mouth to refresh himself.

He thought that such a young cultivator, even if he was a casual cultivator, should learn from his fathers.

"They are all ordinary people." Zuo Jiayin said slowly.

Her parents are indeed ordinary people.

But this is not the reason why she is reluctant to let them know that she is in the bureau.

It's not because of the gap between ordinary people and cultivators.

But because they...

"I think you look familiar." Lin Qing was thinking about this matter. The handsome police officer who stayed up late and worked overtime with him suddenly stared at Zuo Jiayin and said thoughtfully, "I thought you looked familiar in the police car. Ah, you are Zheng

Isn’t that the child that our group found?"

Working in the police station obviously has some impressions of things involving the police. The young police officer clenched his fist into his palm and said, "Mr. Zheng brought you to report to the police before."

When he mentioned this, Zuo Jiayin smiled politely.

"It's me."

The young police officer stopped talking.

He handed the little girl a glass of hot milk.

"There is something like this. So, you are returning to your parents after becoming a cultivator? You don't want to worry your family?"

Zuo Jiayin did not refute Lin Qing's words.

She didn't want to complain to anyone about the emotional entanglements in her family.

She just lowered her eyes and took a sip from the milk cup.

Lin Qing looked at the little girl who was considered weak even on a summer night, thinking that she was squatting in the magic cultivator in the middle of the night just for the police station's bonus, and vaguely guessed something.

He changed the topic and saw Wei Heng sitting on the office chair on the other side, playing with the spirit sword in his hand. He looked particularly arrogant, but rarely left, and just smiled indulgently.

He mentioned to Zuo Jiayin a topic that was more important to her and said, "The Finance Department will transfer the money to you immediately after the review tonight. Is it right for you and Junior Brother Wei to share the magic cultivator's bonus equally?"

"Okay, okay." Zuo Jiayin never expected that the financial department of the police station would have to work overtime in the early morning, and she was immediately moved to tears.

"There are also bonuses for reporting the bar. If we count them all together, the total is 200,000." Lin Qing said generously.

The little girl looked at him as if she were looking at a god!

Even though Lin Qing was well-informed and just wanted to sleep, she still felt a little drifting under the adoring gaze.

He suppressed his laughter and coughed twice, and then talked to Zuo Jiayin.

Because he was not an ignorant cultivator, when he heard Zuo Jiayin's few words about alchemy, he keenly discovered that this child was an extremely gifted alchemy genius.

This is just like his junior brother Wei Heng who is extremely talented in the way of swordsmanship.

In this world, God will always favor some people and give them more talents than others.

However, although Lin Qing was not as talented as such a person favored by heaven, he was not jealous. Once he was sure that Zuo Jiayin was of clear mind and was not a demon cultivator, he felt a bit of love for talents in his heart.

"So, Yinyin doesn't have a disciple yet?" In a short period of time, Lin Qing became extremely friendly.

Seeing the little girl nodding obediently, he glanced at his slightly frowning fellow disciple and said with a smile, "Being a casual cultivator is difficult after all, and there is a lack of protection. If you are interested, why not join our Hengtian Sect."

Even though it is already the end of the Dharma era, cultivators are struggling, and it is difficult for the cultivation world to produce any more powerful monks. However, the cultivation sects that can continue to this day will always have some wealth, which is better than seeking meager cultivation resources everywhere.

The casual cultivator is much better off.

He couldn't bear that talented young monks like Zuo Jiayin wasted their time and wasted their talents, but Zuo Jiayin quickly waved his hand.

"Thank you Lin, Senior Brother Lin for your care. I still prefer to practice alone." He was joking.

Hengtian Sect is a major swordsmanship sect, and most of its disciples are swordsmen. Wei Heng is an elite disciple of Hengtian Sect.

If she defected to Hengtian Sect, wouldn't Wei Heng become her senior brother?

Can Dan Xiu ever make a comeback?

Can't.

Even if everything starts over again after rebirth and she has no grudges with Wei Heng in this life, she is unwilling to do so.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of a paradise without an owner, and it would be great if she could just dig out those good things by herself.

"No matter what, if there is any difficulty in the future, Yinyin will come to us." The daughter of the Zheng Group returned to the family, but she came to make money on her own in the middle of the night. Moreover, seeing Zuo Jiayin not being intimate when she mentioned her parents, Lin Qing

As a police officer for so many years, I have seen too many grievances and grievances among wealthy families.
To be continued...