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Grunting, screaming with hunger.

Wang Yan didn't bother to pay attention to it, sat down and started eating. A table full of sumptuous food made Wang Yan eat to his heart's content. I couldn't help but think that fortunately, I listened to Sister Nanlian's advice at that time and joined the National Africa Bureau.

Otherwise, how can I have such a good day now!

What if strength is greater? In this era when the economy is king, it's not easy to make money. It is more likely that in order to make money, he will rely on his strength to violate the law and discipline, and as a result, he will be targeted by the National Africa Bureau......

A big meal in the canteen, Wang Yan was extremely comfortable to eat. The canteen of its own unit is not inferior to that of a five-star hotel, and the heat and taste are very particular. The ingredients are also very authentic, and the food suppliers are from the organic farms in the suburbs.

This made Wang Yan a little embarrassed, it seems that the welfare of the unit is really good, and the good ones are a little flattered.

My heart is full of a sense of stability and happiness, and I feel that my unit and myself are one. It's as if this is your home, and since it's home, you must protect it.

"Brother Xiao Wang, have you eaten enough?" the corpse man stared at him again, and the old-fashioned zombie face was flattering.

Wang Yan wiped his mouth and looked at him with blinking.

After all, we are colleagues, and the two have established a "revolutionary friendship", and I am still very grateful to him for teaching him the training and application of spiritual power.

"Senior, thank you for teaching me skills. Wang Yan said politely, "But I really don't want to sell blood...... Wang Yan is grateful, but there are some things like donating blood to zombies.

"Brother Wang, can we not be so old-fashioned when we are young?" The corpse man moved a stool, sat down next to Wang Yan, and said with a smile, "You see that ordinary people run blood donation vehicles to donate some blood." If you're a civil servant, can't you carry forward the spirit of humanity and do good deeds?"

"Uh...... Of course, there is nothing wrong with promoting the spirit of humanity. Wang Yan said weakly, "But it really makes me feel too weird to carry forward the humanitarian spirit for zombies." ”

"Zombies. What's wrong with the zombies?" the corpse man was not happy, sat up straight and said with some indignation, "These zombies under the old man's hands have all made meritorious contributions. Take the bronze armored corpse black iron tower that you fought against, for example, in the Battle of Songhu, it was a hero who killed sixteen little devils, and finally died on the battlefield. The old man thought of him when he was brave and courageous, and the blood on his body was thick. So the old man stole his corpse and sacrificed it into a war corpse. so that he can continue to kill the enemy and defend his family and country. Fulfill his long-cherished wish. ”

Speaking of later, the corpse Taoist himself was also a little emotional, sighing, as if remembering the eventful years of the year.

Wang Yan's eyes were about to pop out when he heard this, that bronze armored corpse like a black iron tower was still an anti-Japanese hero in the first place? It was really hard for him to imagine that a hideous and ferocious zombie could be associated with the word hero. But stealing the hero's body so casually. Is it really good to be sacrificed into a war corpse?

Sure enough, after entering the National Africa Bureau. I've heard too much about all sorts of brain-opening things. But even so, Wang Yan didn't want to donate blood to a zombie.

If it is said that an ordinary person is injured and has to be rescued by his own blood, Wang Yan will definitely not be stingy.

But if you give a zombie or other creature to improve your strength, you can't accept it psychologically. This made him feel like a modern version of Tang Seng. If you eat your own flesh, your strength will skyrocket......

He shuddered when he thought about it for himself.

"Corpse senior. Wang Yan picked up the little ferret and hugged it in his arms, got up and said with a dry laugh, "I suddenly remembered that there were still some things at home, and the younger generation said goodbye first." ”

Wang Yan is not an ungrateful person. Just felt like I could help him with something else. But donating blood is such a thing, so I don't appreciate it.

Before he could take a few steps, the corpse man came up with a smile on his face: "Little brother, we have something to discuss." Well, I'll come up with an idea. We can fight, and if I lose, I lose you a lot of money. If the old man is lucky enough to win half a chip, you will give the old man a jar of blood. ”

"Corpse senior, are you joking?" Wang Yan hugged the little ferret and flashed out the door, "You are an old-timer who has lived for more than a hundred years, with strong strength and many babies, how dare the younger generation compete with you?"

Then, Wang Yan relied on his extremely fast speed and began to run out of the door. Passing through the reception room, Wang Yan didn't even have time to say hello to Sister Rabbit, so he jumped onto the elevator.

It wasn't until the elevator sank slightly and carried Wang Yan to the ground that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped a cold sweat: "This corpse Taoist is really obsessed with his own blood, it's too difficult." ”

Quickly got out of the unit, Wang Yan trotted all the way to the subway station in the outside landscape. At this time, it was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the autumn night sky was clear, the moonlight was bright and clear, and the stars were spread out like waterfalls, hanging out a bright galaxy.

There are many motor vehicles in Huahai City, and the air quality has always been average. It is only when the autumn weather is high and crisp, and the cold air blows away the haze overhead, that there is such a pure sky. The slightly cool air, with every breath burrowed into the lungs, gave birth to a trace of coolness. made Wang Yan feel clear and in a very comfortable mood.

From the storage bracelet, a spare sporty light jacket, a cap and sunglasses were removed. After dressing up a little, he shoved the little ferret into his arms and entered the subway station with the crowd. Pets are not allowed on the subway, although Xiaoxue is not his own pet, but the explanation is that people can believe it?

At this time, most of the people in the subway are young people, and most of them have just returned home from overtime. Those young and energetic faces, although they are a little tired, can hardly hide their longing and expectation to survive and take root in the big city.

Wang Yan sighed slightly, if he hadn't entered the National Africa Bureau. Like these young people, I will probably have to work hard for many years to gradually gain a foothold in the big city, right?

But on the other hand, it's hard work. But how can it be that young people are constantly transforming and maturing in the process of active struggle.

Under the hardships and setbacks, the boy's youth and immaturity can fade away, and gradually become a mature man. And this step, most people start with graduation season.

Wang Yan clasped his hands on his chest and leaned on the vertical pole. With his head down, his sunglasses and cap obscured most of his face. But even so, it is difficult to hide the aura and charm that emanates from him.

Many single women in the carriage either glanced at him with their eyes, or secretly blushed and looked at him secretly.

Every time she encounters this situation, Wang Yan doesn't know whether she should be happy or funny. As the cultivation of the Pure Yang Divine Skill increases, the more vigorous and pure the Yang Qi in his body becomes. In this way, the smell of sunshine that is inadvertently revealed on the body is more likely to arouse the instinctive interest of the opposite sex in himself.

These ordinary human women are better. If it is replaced by those women whose own breath is yin, they will salivate at themselves, and they can't wait to swallow themselves even with their belts.

Just when Wang Yan secretly sighed, a corpse man dressed as a nouveau riche in the nineties appeared on Wang Yan's side again, and he smiled and flattered: "Comrade Xiao Wang, you are a rising star in our bureau, what are you afraid of? ”

Wang Yan couldn't help but shudder, how could this yin and yang weird voice sound so much like the tone of standing on the street ** pulling passers-by? It is worthy of being an old monster who has lived for more than a hundred years, and there should be a lot of similar situations, right?

And this old monster is also haunted, right? I didn't see when he got on the subway, and seeing him like this, I also knew that he wouldn't buy a ticket, and he must have used his elusive figure to escape the ticket.

"Ahem, senior, it's not that I don't want to play. Wang Yan held up the frame of his sunglasses, and lowered his voice with a smile, "I really can't afford to play, aren't you clearly bullying the juniors?"

"Comrade Xiao Wang, don't worry, you are a celebrity in front of Director Feng. The corpse man's face was straight, and he said bewildermently, "Even if the old man has the heart to bully you, he doesn't have the guts." In this way, the old man has three iron-armored corpses, let's have a little fun. If you win, the old man will give you 10 million. If you lose, the old man will still give you 10 million, as long as you give me 500 milliliters of blood. Xiao Wang, where can you find such a good thing? This little bit of blood can't hurt your vitality. ”

And such a good thing!?

Wang Yan was slightly stunned, didn't the corpse Dao man investigate his own intelligence? I don't know how strong his actual combat power is?

In Wang Yan's own opinion, with his own natural strength, coupled with a few pieces of spiritual weapon-level equipment, he can deal with a strong person in a complete state like the Corpse Daoist. Although the chances of winning are not high, it is possible to save your life and even fight back.

The reason why I am reluctant to play heads-up with him is because we are all colleagues in the same unit and are unwilling to work hard for a little money. If you accidentally blow up a spiritual weapon, you won't have a place to cry.

But what Wang Yan never expected was that the corpse Dao people would look down on him so much, and they wanted to get him with three iron-armored corpses...... The Iron Corpse is equivalent to a D-class evaluation, which means that it is similar to the werewolf who was hammered to death by himself, or at most the first two blood angels.

As long as it is a normal C-level powerhouse, he can kill three ironclad corpses in a heads-up, right? Could it be that there is something wrong with this? Wang Yan immediately pretended to be weak and said: "Corpse senior, the junior has only been an awakened person for less than a month, and his combat experience is limited. ”

Less than a month after awakening, the zombie face of the corpse Dao man froze, and it seemed that there were thousands of grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart. The old man has worked hard for hundreds of years, and his comprehensive strength evaluation is only B-level.

And this kid has reached the C level evaluation in less than a month. What kind of world is this, everyone is human, why is there such a big gap?

...... (To be continued......)