(The early bird has worms to eat, does the early arrogance have a monthly pass? begg~~Ask for a monthly pass~)

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But in other words, this kid is still a young chick, and it's easier to deal with. The corpse man regained his mood and secretly rejoiced. On the surface, he frowned, looked serious, and said seriously: "Comrade Xiao Wang, it's not good for you to be like this." As a person who has come over, the old man knows that there are too many dangerous things in this world, and many times they cannot be measured by the level of strength alone. As a senior, the old man has the obligation and responsibility to guide you. Three iron-armored corpses can just give you practice. ”

Wang Yan was still hesitant, but as the corpse Dao people jumped up and down, they raised the price step by step. Finally, he gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely and said, "Okay, I should accumulate experience points, and my seniors must be merciful." ”

"Haha, don't worry. As an old man from the National Africa Bureau, how could the old man bully a junior?" the corpse Taoist was stern in his words, and slapped his chest with a crackle, "Then we will make a decision." I'll see you at the unit tomorrow, and the old man will definitely take care of the newcomer. "But the heart is already happy, it turns out that this young man is really quite simple. Alas, bullying a simple newcomer like this, how could the old man be a little unbearable?

That's it, just pit him less, get 2,000 milliliters? No, 3,000 milliliters is enough. Oh, the old man is such a good man, a good man!

"Well, that's a deal. The corpse senior, we'll see you tomorrow. Wang Yan was smiling, smiling sincerely. Wave goodbye to the corpse. In the end, the price was raised to 15 million yuan, and I played with the three ironclad corpses!

This made Wang Yan feel a little embarrassed to pretend to be, should he bully an old-timer with unobstructed information channels like this?

Wang Yan is not afraid that he has no money, an old monster of this level casually accumulated some good things before liberation and put them now, they are all treasures worth a thousand gold.

I still owe the unit 19 million, so let the corpse seniors bring us poor juniors. Hehe. It seems that this corpse senior is quite good except for wanting to get some of his own blood.

That's it, just pit him less, get 20 or 30 million? No, 30 or 40 million is enough. Oh, my old Wang is really a good person, a good person!

A pair of guys with their own hearts. Happy breakup on the subway.

Not mentioning the corpse Taoist, Wang Yan got off the subway and returned to the Xianghu community. The area of the house is very large, and the area of plants and water in it is much larger than that of the building.

As soon as you enter the community, the fresh and slightly humid air hits your face. Wang Yan, who was in a particularly comfortable mood, stretched his waist and hugged the little ferret who had fallen asleep soundly in his arms.

It was already ninety o'clock in the evening, and the people who had gone for a walk to eat had already returned home. The birds and finches that usually chirp have also returned to their nests.

Wang Yan took advantage of the bright moonlight to shuttle on the cobblestone-paved sheep intestine path.

The evening breeze is blowing. The leaves of the camphor trees on the roadside were blowing. In the surrounding creeks and lotus ponds, male frogs chirp happily, and whoever chirps loudest in their world will win the favor of the opposite sex.

This made Wang Yan smile, any creature in this world spares no effort to reproduce offspring and shows itself to the fullest.

Wang Yan walked all the way to the small melon-shaped lake. Looking at the willows by the lake moving with the wind, the lake waves rippling in the moonlight. Silver sparkling.

A hairy crab the size of a millstone climbed onto the shore separately, gathered two large pincers, and rubbed on Wang Yan's leg to curry favor. Although it is only the beginning of spirituality, it can be distinguished from those who can be messed with and those who are to be pleased.

"Excuse me, little thing. Wang Yan squatted down. He smacked on its armor twice, and said slightly apologeticly, "I've been busy in the past few days, so I don't have time to take you back to my hometown for the time being." I can only grieve you to stay in this kind of small pool for a while for a while. ”

Hairy crab listened. I'm so happy in my heart. What's so good about going back to my hometown? Although my hometown is very large, the water is very open. But the prey there is very wild, and it is not easy to catch.

But in this little pool it was different, and the stupid fish were not alert at all, and they all came up to them with their big pincers, and stared at themselves with stupid eyes and curiosity.

And those hairy crab girls, although they are all slightly smaller.

But small is small, but it is much more obedient than those rough women in the big lake, and one is just so charming.

So the hairy crab excitedly waved its pincers the size of a human fist, boss, although you are busy, the busier the better, it is better to be so busy that you forget about the little brother.

Then it slid merrily, slid silently down the grass on the shore into the water, and went on to look for its crab sisters.

Wang Yan looked dumbfounded, it is rare for a hairy crab to be happy like this.

Building No. 18 by the lake stood quietly, where Wu Ya Ange's home was, but the lights had been dim for the past two days. Wang Yan also inquired with Brother Xiong and heard that she was on a business trip some time ago.

Downstairs, the small fence is covered with delicate roses. Wang Yan sniffed the faint fragrance of flowers, listened to the ripples of the lake, and felt quiet and comfortable in his heart.

It was as if he had suddenly entered a wonderful state, his consciousness was ethereal and clear, and his spiritual power centered on the pineal gland on his forehead, spreading and spreading in all directions.

Suddenly, he felt a small centipede seven or eight centimeters long crawling behind him. Instinctively reacted, and hurriedly turned around to dodge.

I saw the little centipede, stepping on the half-rotten dead branches and leaves, swaggering past in front of me.

Wang Yan used his spiritual power just now to feel its existence very clearly.

Yes, it's feeling, not seeing.

But the feeling was very clear, even clearer than his current vision in the dim light. Recalling that moment, Wang Yan could clearly remember every detail of its body, the jet-black and shiny carapace, the hook-like thin legs, the severed body, the yellow-white abdomen, the two majestic tentacles in front of the red head, and a pair of highly poisonous palate teeth like pincers.

Xianghu Community is a high-end community, with many more trees, grasslands, rockeries than people, and abundant water sources. The environment is pristine, and there are many wild animals in the community.

Turtle doves, egrets, and so on. What frogs, toads, tortoises, and turtles are also often seen. Naturally, there are scary critters such as snakes, centipedes, rats, and weasels.

Just those creatures that cause panic and danger, the property is cleaned regularly. However, the origin environment of the community is so complex, and there are naturally many fish that have slipped through the net.

Wang Yan didn't want to miss this sudden agility, so he closed his eyes and stretched his mental power again.

The surrounding picture was like a 360-degree presentation in his mind. It is clearer, more delicate and more comprehensive than what the eye sees.

Huh~~ The wonderful use of spiritual power is really delicate and vivid.

In his mind, a picture appeared, to be precise, a three-dimensional picture centered on himself and unfolding in all directions. In front of and behind him, on the left and right, and even above and under his head, all the three-dimensional pictures are presented in my mind without omission.

For example, Wang Yan can clearly "feel" a small tree two or three meters high on the left, which is not seen in the ordinary sense, but really felt. Like God's perspective, he could feel all its images in all directions, the canopy, the stems, and the tangled roots that were deep in the earth.

As his "attention focus" is placed on one of its leaves, he can even "feel" the meridians on its green and tender leaves, and then put his "attention focus" on a certain meridian, and he can clearly feel the subtle pulsation of the delicate meridians, which are transporting water and nutrients to the leaves.

It's an amazing experience, and it's hard to describe how much of it transcends human vision. Those pictures are so clear, delicate, and complete.

Wang Yan stood there in a daze, forgetting everything and immersing himself in this extraordinary and wonderful sensory experience.

"Feel" the flow of air.

I felt a fat worm munching on a fat and juicy leaf on a leaf. Unfortunately, it ate so happily that it didn't notice that a strange insect with a giant claw had sneaked up on it. In the next moment, the worm struggled and was pinched off its head. The green juice flies, but the fat body becomes the dinner of the strange insects.

Wang Yan also felt that in the soil below the half-decayed dead leaf ground where he was standing, there was a nest of ants, and the anthill was vertical and horizontal, and the structure was extremely complex. Countless ants come and go, busy. One of the ants found a dead insect and swarmed to pull it back to the nest.

After a while, it seemed that another group of bugs broke into the territory and started a full-scale war with the nest of ants, and soldiers on both sides continued to die, and reinforcements continued to come, and the war was extremely tragic.

Everything happened with Wang Yan as the center, but within a radius of five or six meters. But all of this was revealed in his mind.

Life is so dynamic and colorful.

What amazed Wang Yan even more was that the wonderful use of spiritual power was so delicate and colorful, and he could experience such a wonderful and amazing scene and experience a sense of shock, far exceeding those so-called blockbusters.

That kind of excitement from the heart, the extraordinary feeling, made him feel extraordinarily comfortable.

Before you know it, an hour has passed, and two hours have passed. On Wang Yan's clothes, in the tips of his hair, and between his eyebrows, drops of crystal dew were condensed.

And he seems to be still immersed in the incomparably delicate, wonderful, and vivid world of super senses. His face was as calm as water, peaceful and peaceful. From time to time, a grain of dew fell to the ground between the ends of the hair.

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

PS: (The early bird has worms to eat, does the early arrogance have a monthly pass?begg~~Ask for a monthly pass~)