"Yes, Master!"

A bunny girl entered the bathroom, and soon, the sound of splashing water was heard from inside.

The other bunny girl left the master bedroom and went to the study to get a laptop.

Fu Qingyang looked at their backs, remained silent for a few seconds, breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyebrows relaxed.

Breastplate, arm armor, and broken breastplate.

As a scout, he had discerned from the questions just now and the expressions of the two bunny girls that Yuanshi had already come out of the killing copy.

The killing copy of the Saint Realm was a fierce and bitter battle, and it was one of the most difficult battles he had fought since he became a Spirit Realm walker.

But it’s not a major crisis yet.

It is obvious that the evil organization has set its "target" on Yuanshi.

The fact that Yuanshi was able to come out of the killing copy meant that he had thwarted the killing plan set up by the evil organization. Fu Qingyang was looking forward to the experience of the extraordinary killing copy.

With his ability, his points should be comparable to those of the Marshal and the Demon Lord. Fu Qingyang took off his half-wasted armor and stood half-naked in the room. His body was well-proportioned and tall, and his bulging muscles showed his masculine beauty.

The waistline is smooth, the abdominal muscles are well-defined, and the body fat is surprisingly low.

With such a tall and proud figure and a masculine and handsome face, from the perspective of physical beauty alone, Mr. Qian is the most attractive to women among the four official princes.

Fu Qingyang lowered his head to take a look at the penetrating wound in his abdomen and the wounds on his chest that had cut his flesh and broken his bones. He walked to the head of the bed without much concern, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a metal box that was half his arm's length.

"Click!" He opened the box, and inside the anti-fall foam were three syringes of medicine, each containing rich golden ** (undiluted).

Fu Qingyang took one of the needles and injected it into the neck vein. After a few seconds, the cells began to divide and multiply, the broken bones were reconnected, and the terrible injury slowly healed.

2 This process lasted for two or three minutes.

After reaching the Domination Realm, the healing ability of the Life Essence is significantly weakened.

However, the Overlord has strong vitality, and ordinary fatal injuries are not enough to threaten the Overlord's life.

The reason why Fu Qingyang used the life essence that was worth a ton of gold was simply because he didn't like having injuries on his body. It was something that was hard to come by for others, but for him, it was just "this thing is quite expensive", that's all.

The bunny girl walked out of the bathroom and saw that the young master was shirtless, so she turned and walked to the closet, took out a silky nightgown and put it on the girl.

At this time, the other bunny girl happened to touch the laptop and returned to the master bedroom.

Fu Qingyang took the computer, sat down on the sofa, entered his account and password, and logged into the official forum.

Formulate red-label notices:

#The Extraordinary Realm Killing Dungeon, the evil camp was wiped out, and Yuanshi Tianzun's points broke a historical high#

The two bunny girls next to him were stunned for a moment when they saw the young master's face reflected on the screen.

Immediately, he restrained his expression, moved his fingers on the touchpad, and clicked on the post.

The next second, the bunny girls saw the young master's cold expression and became stunned. They stared at the screen with a slightly absent-minded look, without any expression or movement for a long time.

Fu Qingyang strode towards the desk and said, "Then bring the mouse over here."

The bunny girl found a mouse and connected it to the computer. Fu Qingyang sat at the desk with his back straight, and couldn't wait to grab the mouse and start typing.

Sometimes he moved the mouse, clicked on a post, closed it, and sometimes he sat there motionless, staring at a post for a long time.

Fu Qingyang watched for a full half hour, during which time the bunny girl had to go to the bathroom to add hot water.

Finally, after scanning the posts in the forum and understanding what happened in the killing copy, Fu Qingyang let out a sigh of relief.

I asked you to meet me at the top, but I didn't ask you to cheat. Fu Qingyang asked:

"Is Yuanshi still in Bieye?"

"I went back the same day I left the copy." said the bunny girl.

Another bunny girl laughed and said:

"Master, Mr. Yuanshi Tianzun became famous in one battle. The spiritual realm practitioners from all the official branches have been discussing him these days."

Fu Qingyang nodded slowly: "The results are not bad!"

Then he added: "It's much better than that garbage."

"Master, do you want to eat in the restaurant or in your room?"

"Let's go to the restaurant!" Fu Qingyang originally planned to have dinner in the room and take a nap after dinner. He was too tired.

But after reading the content of the forum, I felt inexplicably shaken.

At this moment, the cell phone on the desk rang. The caller was—Elder Yigou!

Fu Qingyang answered the phone and said, "Elder!

"Congratulations on your promotion to Lord!" Elder Dog congratulated with a smile, then his voice sank, "Qingyang, the Marshal has ordered you to go to the capital immediately after leaving the dungeon."

Fu Qingyang frowned: "Now?" "She just said that I should go see her immediately after the copy is completed." said the dog elder.

Fu Qingyang frowned. He had just come out of a killing copy. His physical injuries had healed, but he was mentally exhausted and needed to recuperate.

If it is congratulations, just send an email. If it is a job adjustment, there is no need to rush.

He really couldn't understand why the marshal wanted to see him so urgently.

Fu Qingyang refused coldly: "I won't pay for her willfulness."

Elder Dog whispered, "You'd better go. Going to the capital to get beaten is more decent than having her run to Songhai to beat you."

Fu Qingyang was stunned at that moment: "What do you mean!"

Elder Gou coughed and said, "Did you say something to Yuanshi Tianzun that you shouldn't have said? For example, you know that the Marshal is a piece of trash. She has always been a petty person." Fu Qingyang: "."

"I understand." Fu Qingyang hung up the phone with a heavy heart.

Yuanshi is garbage!

The next day, early in the morning, Zhang Yuanqing returned home exhausted.

Grandma was just coming out of the kitchen with a basket of steamed buns. When she saw her grandson coming back, she was stunned: "Yuanzi, you got up so early?"

It's not that I got up early, but that I didn't sleep all night. Zhang Yuanqing said casually:

"I went out for a run."

"Where did you get the habit of running?" My grandma is old and likes to meddle in other people's affairs.

"Isn't it already the case if I have a girlfriend?" Zhang Yuanqing said that he actually went out to look at the stars. After using the Daluo Star Plate the day before yesterday, he had a strong urge to look at the stars for two consecutive nights, an urge that could not be suppressed by watching pornographic movies or playing games.

Last night I couldn't help it and took a taxi to the suburbs of Songhai to watch the stars. However, there were no stars in the suburbs. So I spent 1,500 yuan to hire a taxi driver for a night and drove to Jiangnan Province, 200 kilometers away. Finally, I saw a sky full of stars in a suburb.

He held his head high to watch the stars at night, and it was not until three in the morning that he had enough and drove back.

The taxi driver looked at him strangely along the way, but he didn't send him to a mental hospital for the sake of money.

The price and strength of items at the Saint level are far superior to those of the Extraordinary level.

Zhang Yuanqing even wants to move away from Songhai. Not only is the air pollution in this broken city serious, but the light pollution at night is even more terrible. You can't see the stars at all. How is he going to live in the future?

If you have a girlfriend, you will have it. Grandma thought about it and was speechless. "Okay!"

Zhang Yuanqing entered the bedroom.

A few minutes later, the security door opened again, and in came Chen Yuanjun, who was wearing sportswear and sweating profusely.

"Grandma, give me a bowl of iced soy milk. I'm so thirsty." Chen Yuanjun sat down at the dining table.

"Where have you been?" the grandmother looked at her grandson. "Running!" Chen Yuanjun answered.

"You have a girlfriend too?" Grandma was surprised

Chen Yuanjun:

The reason why Chen Yuanjun was exercising was very simple. Since yesterday, he had felt a chill on his forehead, sore waist and knees in the middle of the night, and woke up from the cold several times. When a person is thirty years old, there is only one possibility for sore waist and knees: kidney deficiency!

Only then did I think about jogging in the morning to exercise.

What does it have to do with your girlfriend?

After breakfast, Zhang Yuanqing took a short nap. At half past nine, he was awakened by the sound of his aunt clacking the joystick.

"Is it possible for people to have a good sleep so early in the morning?" Zhang Yuanqing grabbed the pillow and threw it out.

The aunt cried out "Aiya!" and said angrily, "Oh my god. It's all your fault, you evil beast."

Then the pillow was thrown back.

Zhang Yuanqing caught the pillow, stood up and looked over. His aunt was wearing shorts and a tank top, sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, playing a bloody killing game.

From this angle, Zhang Yuanqing could just see half of a plump and elastic peach, which was made rounder by her sitting posture, and a small part of her white waist revealed under her tank top.

On her head, there was a round and cute baby lying, with its short and fat legs hooked around my aunt's neck and its little head placed on top of her head, watching her play games intently.

This bastard, my orders are not as powerful as the game? If it weren't for the weekend and my cousin's rest, I would have killed you. Zhang Yuanqing glared at the little funny guy.

"My points were about to break the record, but I failed in the blink of an eye. Are you jealous that I broke your record?" Jiang Yurui operated the handle and started over.

The game is set in a free and democratic city where a terrible virus breaks out and everyone turns into zombies.

Zhang Yuanqing leaned against the head of the bed, watching the character controlled by his aunt, moving smoothly, switching between swords and guns, and harvesting zombies that rushed towards him, humming:

"You want to break my record? You're dreaming!" Jiang Yu'er also groaned:

"Why are you so proud? You obviously got this high score by looking up guides online and learning how to exploit bugs. Do you really think it's your own ability?

"Give it a little color and it will open a dyeing factory; give it a little sunshine and it will be bright. It doesn't even know its own weight.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you." Zhang Yuanqing turned on his mobile phone and logged into the official forum. The killing copy of the Saint Realm should be over. Let's see what the result is.

On the forum homepage, the post marked in red and pinned to the top became #Saint Realm Killing Dungeon Results Announced# The announcement of the Extraordinary Realm came in second. Zhang Yuanqing clicked on the post and checked the content.

"The list of those who successfully advanced to the Overlord position in the Mid-Year Killing Dungeon is as follows:

"Fu Qingyang: Scout, Five Elements Alliance." 2 "Silver Moon God General: Bewitching demon, commander of the army." "Edu Ghost King: Night Wandering God, Taiyi Sect."

There are twenty-four places for extraordinary people to be promoted to saints, and only three places for saints to be promoted to overlords.

As expected of a person whose skills are close to those of Taoism, he got a spot. From now on, he can no longer be called centurion, but elder. Zhang Yuanqing felt relieved.

Although Fu Qingyang's promotion to Saint was within his expectations. "The list of casualties in the mid-year killing dungeon is as follows:

"Thirsty for human blood: Witch master, Southern District Chapter of the Psychic Society."

"Illusion Immortal: Illusionist, Northern School of the Void Sect."

"Crazy Zhang San: Witch Master, Western District Chapter of the Psychic Society.

"Rhythm of War: The Bewitching Demon, a Loose Cultivator."

"Guardian of the Earth: Earth Monster, Five Elements Alliance." "Lord of the Netherworld: Night Wanderer, Taiyi Sect." "Flower Fairy: Wood Monster, Five Elements Alliance."

There were a total of twelve Saint-level warriors who died in the battle, all of them were powerful figures who were feared by others.

Every time a killing dungeon is opened, it is a major reshuffle of the spiritual realm travelers in the present world.

Long-established masters either survive or die, and new geniuses emerge to fill the vacancies.

Cruel and realistic.

Zhang Yuanqing got up from the bed, left the room, and slipped to the balcony to call Fu Qingyang, but the voice prompt said the phone was turned off.

"Rest?"

He thought about it and wanted to write a text message to congratulate her, but he felt that words would affect his sincere feelings, so he gave up the idea of ​​sending a message.

Beijing Airport.

The private plane that Fu Qingyang was on landed. A young man dressed in white, accompanied by two assistants, left through the passage and arrived at the airport's underground parking garage.

—A luxury car has been waiting for a long time.

Fu Qingyang entered the car. His two assistants, one sitting in the passenger seat and the other sitting next to him, opened the car refrigerator, poured liquor and lit cigars.

The vehicle started slowly and rushed out quickly, but the wine in Fu Qingyang's hand did not ripple at all.

After leaving the airport, the luxury car did not head to the city center, but sped towards the suburbs.

Forty minutes later, the ship docked at the entrance of a villa.

It is more like a manor than a villa, with a garden covering several acres, a sun room, a large swimming pool, a fountain pool, and a castle-like theme building.

Security personnel dressed in suits and ties, wearing headsets and equipped with pistols, are either standing guard or patrolling.

There are several shuttle buses parked in the parking spaces at the entrance.

As soon as Fu Qingyang got out of his luxury car, the security guard guarding the entrance of the villa took the initiative to swipe the access card and bowed to invite Young Master Fu in.

Fu Qingyang took the shuttle bus to the castle-like theme building and was led by the maid to a living room.

"Master, please wait a moment.

The maid spoke softly and quietly, “Miss will see you in five minutes.

Fu Qingyang took the lead slightly, sat down on the handmade leather sofa, and waited patiently.

Five minutes later, he heard a reminder from the spirit realm:

[Ding, the spiritual realm map is opening. You will enter the spiritual realm in 10 seconds. The spiritual realm you will enter this time is "Marshal's Study", number: 7606]

[Difficulty level: SSS]

[Type: Multiplayer (non-death type)]

[Main mission: Defeat the Marshal. ]

[Note: Non-spiritual items cannot be brought in. ]

When the woman heard the prompt sound coming from her ear, Fu Qingyang's stern face twitched violently.

The next second, the scene in front of my eyes became blurred, and then clear.

He appeared in a world filled with white. The sky was white, the ground was white, and as far as the eye could see, the white was endless with no visible boundaries.

A dozen meters in front of him, there was a row of tall bookshelves filled with all kinds of books.

There is a wide desk in front of the bookshelf, on which are placed milk tea, coffee drinks, several plates of chocolate candies, cakes and other desserts.

There was a pile of comic books in the corner of the desk, piled up in a disorderly manner.

A woman was sitting in front of the desk. She put her long legs in breeches on the desk without any manners and lazily put the weight of her upper body on the back of the chair.

She was reading a document vertically, covering her face with only her smooth white hair visible.

Fu Qingyang looked closely and saw six big characters written on the cover of the document: "Yuanshi Tianzun Archives".

“Here we go!”

A cool and extremely pleasant voice came from behind the file.

Fu Qingyang was about to speak when the voice suddenly turned cold, "Fu Qingyang, you are so bold that you dare to protect the heir of the Demon Lord.

ps: Here is a book for you: Biography of the Immortals, written by Wandering Toad. The style of this book is different from his previous works, which is quite interesting.

The typos will be corrected first and then replaced.