"Your father is the master. I remember that the master-level copy takes ten days to half a month, and Chang takes several months? It should be less than half a month since the head of the Xie family entered the copy." Zhang Yuanqing touched Xie Lingxi's head paw to comfort him.

"But..." Little Green Tea did not smile at her brother's comfort, and said worriedly: "My dad entered the 015th copy, Siming Palace, A-level copy. There is a strategy for that copy. Our Xie family's ancestor was the pioneer of the copy. That copy is not a long-lasting one. It should be out within a week, but it has been ten days now."

Although she did not have the authority to view the specific content of the strategy for copy No. 015, since her father had entered the copy, the elders in the clan would definitely reveal some relevant information about the copy.

For example, the difficulty and duration of the copy.

Zhang Yuanqing frowned and said thoughtfully, "Perhaps you encountered some accident, but don't worry. From my experience, the difficulty of A-level dungeons with strategies is at most B+, not even weak. Your father is the head of the family, so he should have no shortage of top-quality props. It won't be difficult to pass this dungeon. Just be patient and wait!"

Xie Lingxian thought about it and nodded vigorously, "Brother, can you accompany me today? I have been suffering from insomnia and lack of appetite recently. I feel haggard."

She pouted her pink little mouth and pretended to be pitiful.

"Everything is fine except that I don't want to sleep with you." Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her.

As they were talking, footsteps were heard on the stairs. Guan Ya happened to be coming down the stairs. Xie Lingxi didn't look back, but her ears pricked up slightly. Suddenly, she said shyly: "Hey, what do you mean by sleeping with me? Brother just likes to tease me and ignore you!" She turned around and shyly ran towards the corridor, bumping into Guan Ya who was coming down the stairs.

"Ah..." Little Green Tea stopped anxiously and explained: "Sister Guan Ya, Brother Yuan Shi was just joking with me just now, please don't misunderstand."

After saying this, he brushed past Guan Ya, as if he was caught in the act and was running away in panic.

When the little green tea girl came back upstairs, Guan Ya rolled her eyes and said, "The idea of ​​framing me is written all over her face. Your sister, if you say she's smart, she's really cunning and spooky. If you say she's stupid, she's playing tricks in front of me. She's so stupid that I have nothing to say."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about her anymore." Zhang Yuanqing said.

Guan Ya snorted and squinted at her boyfriend, "You seem to care about her a lot."

Zhang Yuanqing said nothing. He pressed her down on the sandy hair line and gave her a passionate kiss.

No matter what Guan Ya said, she would always agree to her boyfriend's requests and spoil her without any limits.

After kissing her until her cheeks were flushed and she was out of breath, Zhang Yuanjing sat up in satisfaction, licking his lips and saying, "The queen is out shopping, who are you practicing fighting with?"

Guan Ya was wearing a white martial arts uniform with a black belt that showed off her slender waist. Her full chest could be seen through the wide uniform.

"I asked Xia Hou Aotian to create a Level 5 melee puppet." Guan Ya sat up and tidied her messy hair, her face still a little flushed. "Scouts need to hone their swordsmanship after reaching the extraordinary stage. My swordsmanship is still far behind that of experienced swordsmen."

Although every swordsman has the power of sword in his hands and is gifted with sword skills, this is just the beginning. The level of sword skills and the strength of sword energy both need to be honed.

Fu Qingyang is a representative figure in swordsmanship.

Master Qian, whose skills are close to those of Taoism, can defeat ten swordsmen of the same level.

"To practice swordsmanship, I won't accompany you," Zhang Yuanqing said regretfully.

If it was physical training, with him now at the peak of level six and having achieved minor perfection in the Pure Yang Body Cleansing Record, he could definitely compete with Guan Ya. But as for swordsmanship, first of all, with Xingguan's vulgar style of play, he would definitely use high mobility in conjunction with Yin corpses and spirit servants to wear down the fragile swordsman.

However, if the Star Official gave up his characteristics and engaged in close combat with a swordsman with sharp sword energy, it would be too dangerous. The Star Official did not have a strong defense, and would lose arms and legs if hit by the sword.

Zhang Yuanqing thought he was not a good sparring partner, so he did not try to show off.

Secretary Zhou was reviewing documents at the headquarters when he suddenly heard a ding sound from the computer screen. It was the notification sound of a new email.

Secretary Zhou put down the document, looked at the computer while Yi Mou was watching, then reached for the mouse and clicked on the new email.

"I'm a magician. Tell your master to come to Room 3002, No. 26, Shazhoumen Road, Chaoyang District, Beijing, at midnight tonight." Secretary Zhou's pupils shrank slightly. He straightened his back suddenly. His whole demeanor changed, like a tourist strolling in the mountains encountering a hunting tiger.

The Magician is the spiritual realm ID of the Southern School’s Great Chang Lao, a pinnacle master.

Secretary Zhou immediately picked up the landline and called Mr. Cai Chang, but soon hung up again. After thinking for a few seconds, he picked up the landline again and called his assistant: "Get ready, I need to go back to see Mr. Cai Chang."

The night is hazy, the cool breeze blows, and the neon lights of the pine sea interweave to create a splendid and magnificent night scene.

The curtains in the room where activities not suitable for children were taking place were tightly closed and the room was dark.

The heavy breathing and sweet moans had just stopped, and the bed also stopped with a rhythmic "creaking" sound, giving a moment of respite.

Guan Ya was drenched in sweat, her beautiful hair pressed against her face as she curled up under the thin blanket, revealing half of her round shoulders, and her neck and chest were covered with red scarves.

She lazily pushed her boyfriend next to her, her voice lazy and hoarse, "Turn on the air conditioner, it's hot~"

"If you're hot, lift the quilt." Zhang Yuanqing was still in sage time and was too lazy to move, so he lifted the Yin-Yang Hehuan Food, and suddenly, a snow-white and plump body appeared in front of him.

Guan Ya's body curves are very attractive, with round and wide hips, round and tight legs, and mermaid line and vest line outlining a pleasing belly.

Not to mention the scenery of the snow-capped peaks standing proudly among the plum blossoms.

A truly attractive figure.

It is slow and delicate, covered with a thin layer of body fat, and that layer of body fat is the most attractive and plump part of a woman.

A washboard figure is not good, and too much body fat will turn into bloated fat.

As Zhang Yuanqing watched, time disappeared. He leaned forward hungrily, used his waist to push aside the two large white pythons, and put the Chang spear into the holster.

The real work of reproducing offspring continued until midnight. Zhang Yuanqing spent all his money on his girlfriend and left the house with nothing.

He came to the rooftop of the villa and began his daily stargazing.

Star officials are chess players who plan secretly. Since Zhang Yuanqing was promoted to star official, he has saved the Demon Eye, arrested Hades, fought against the Heavenly Punishment Saint, and hunted down the six elders of the Southern School. His operations can be described as excellent.

But now, facing the killing calamity that may come from a higher level, astrology is powerless.

"I still can't see anything." Zhang Yuanqing put away the Daluo Star Plate and took out his cell phone.

He opened the address book and hesitated between "cousin and Gou Chang Lao", wondering whether he should tell them about Master Wuhen's attempt to become a demigod.

"Although Master Wuhen is dedicated to doing good, he is an evil profession after all. If he fails in his attempt to become a demigod, the consequences will be disastrous. It is very likely that the entire Jinshan City will become the price of his madness. Logically, I should have reported this to the headquarters."

"But the headquarters will not watch a ninth-level Void One ascend to demigod status. No matter how harmless the master is, he is also an evil profession. As a force that fights against evil professions, the official hostility towards the evil profession is engraved into their bones. The contradictions between the camps cannot be reconciled. Moreover, if Master Wuhen fails in his attempt to become a demigod, he will really be out of control. In this case, I'm afraid even Old Gou Chang will not stand on the side of the master."

"The price of losing control could be the destruction of a city, or even the spread to Songhai. Who would dare to gamble with the people of a city?"

"The result of reporting to the headquarters is that the Five Elements Alliance has taken action to hunt down Master Wuhen." Zhang Chang Yuanqing grinned.

To think of it another way, Master Wuhen is kind-hearted and is definitely not a madman who regards life as worthless. If he was not sure of becoming a demigod, he would not make such a decision.

I'll wait and see. I'll get through this crisis first and worry about my own life first.

He temporarily put aside the matter of Master Wuhen and sent a series of cartoon pictures to his cousin.

My cousin replied immediately, but it was an automatic reply from the system: "I am in the dungeon, leave a message if you have anything to say."

Zhang Yuanqing originally wanted to ask her whether her dear brother's good brother, her cousin's boyfriend, could protect herself for a month when he was in a life-and-death crisis.

As a result, they were in the dungeon and lost contact. Then I can only rely on myself. After attending the crab feast, I will enter the dungeon...

"No, let's go into the copy first and let the clone go to the crab feast. I can share the clone anyway." Zhang Yuanqing decided to play it safe.

If you want to create a clone, you need to borrow the Yata Mirror from the Chizuru group again.

He had three chances to borrow it. The first time he chose the Eighth Professional Mirror and the second time he chose Ame no Murakami, giving Guan Ya a month to defend herself.

Except for the time when Guan Ya used it on a mission, most of the time it lay in the inventory. When entering the dungeon, Guan Ya hid it in the room, which was a waste.

For the last chance to borrow it, he chose the Eight-foot Mirror. He had attended the crab feast with the idea of ​​making friends with the Xie family. There would be no harm in making friends with the Lingjing family.

Nowadays, Yuanshi Tianzun has become a big shot, so it doesn’t matter whether he makes friends with him or not at the crab feast, as the Xie family has a very close relationship with him.

He attended the Pangxie Banquet mainly to meet the ancestor of the Xie family and to inquire about some of the Chu family's past events from this demigod.

At midnight, in Room 3002, No. 26, Shamen Road, Chaoyang District, Beijing, a two-bedroom, one-living room house, the kitchen stove, sink and floor were covered with a thin layer of dust.

Obviously, this house has been uninhabited for a long time.

A figure walked into the kitchen from the dark living room and turned on the faucet.

La La ~

The bubbling water pouring out of the faucet did not fall into the sink, but instead curled down to the ground, writing two words on the dusty ground.

"What is it?"

The figure smiled and said, "Cai Qinhe, you are still so cautious."

The words "what" on the ground deepened, like a silent, repetitive question and an unwillingness to waste time talking to him.

The figure said: "Wang Shi Wuhen has obtained the key item to become a demigod and is striving for the demigod realm. I am telling you this on the order of the leader."

The words "what" disappeared, and a new stream of water came in, writing a line of words: "What can I get?

The figure sneered: "I'm just telling you this information. As for what you can get from it, think about it yourself." After that, he turned and left.

On October 1st, at 6:30 p.m., Xie Lingxi, wearing white knee-length flat leather shoes, light makeup, and a light-colored knee-length pleated skirt, hugged Chang Yuanqing's arm and waved to Guan Ya, "We're going back. We'll be back tomorrow."

Her dress was simple yet elegant, with the colored tassels tied into a bow, dotted among her cascading black hair, making her look like an exquisite little princess.

In early October, Xie family crab feast.

Guan Ya ignored Xiao Lu Cha's words and said, "Come back early tonight!"

Guan Ya wanted to attend the crab feast, but Xie Lingxi said awkwardly, "Oh, sister, the Xie family does not invite outsiders to the crab feast. Brother Yuanshi is the guest chosen by the ancestors. I am really sorry."

After she said that, the Queen felt embarrassed to follow her.

Just like that, Little Green Tea finally had the chance to monopolize Brother Yuan Shi. Zhang Yuanqing got on the business car, leaned back on the soft seat, crossed his legs, and asked, "Is your dad not out yet?"

Xie Lingxi was originally quite happy, but upon hearing this, her face fell and she pouted and shook her head.

"It seems like something unexpected really happened..." Zhang Yuanqing muttered to himself

Xie Su has been in the dungeon for half a month, and the Siming Palace dungeon should be completed within a week.

"What do the Xie family say?" Zhang Yuanqing put away his relaxed expression.

"What else can I say? They are not in Vice Matsumoto and don't know the specific situation. They just said that with Dad's strength, there shouldn't be any accidents."

Xie Lingxi sighed, "Mom, that old Chen Cha hasn't been acting weird lately. It seems like she's really worried."

"What a great old Chen Cha..." Zhang Yuanqing said, "Your ancestor should meet me, and I will ask him then."

"Thank you, brother." Xie Lingxi leaned her head on his arms.