The "Didi" green trash can robot slowly swept in front of Qiao Jing, and then stretched out a metal probe arm and took out the can that Qiao Jing threw in from the trash can in front of the door of room 205. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"That's the time..."Qiao Jing walked behind the green trash can robot, followed the gap between the robot to open its own lid and put it into the can, and took out a small black room card from the back of its lid.

Using the characteristics of the trash can robot, no one will pay attention to the lowly trash can robot to hide things. This is Guangzong's special backhand to prevent him from accidentally losing the key, but he didn't expect Qiao Jing to use it.

The "Didi" clean green trash can robot is gone.

Qiao Jing opened the door with her room card. The door was open, the temperature inside was a bit low, and the air conditioning was on. Qiao Jing only saw that on the ground facing the door was a TV that was placed close to the curtains, and there was an electronic clock on the TV that was not very punctual, this was a small room of more than 20 square meters, Qiao Jing walked in and closed the door, there was a bed on her left, and there was a new quilt and bedding on the bed, and on the right hand was a hanger, on which there was a cowboy hat and some denim clothes, which was the usual dress used by Guangzong's predecessors to go out and trade with people.

Qiao Jing walked to the TV, picked up the electronic clock, looked at the time on it, and then compared it with the time picture in her memory, and after a while, she put the electronic clock back and said, "Time has only gone so much in the past three years, and this position has not been exposed!"

The temperature in this room is so low because this electronic clock is a temperature-sensing electronic clock transformed by this Guangzong senior, as long as there is a high temperature in this room, the electronic clock will move, and the rest of the time is stagnant.

"It's a pity that such a smart genius actually died on the battlefield!" Qiao Jing sighed at the impermanence of the world, sat on the bed, although she was very hungry, but it was too late, and the inexplicable takeout would also be discovered by others.

Qiao Jing bent down and took out a notebook from under the bed, this is the communication tool between the predecessors of the Guangzong and those traders, and I don't know how many of these "friends" there are now.

Qiao Jing opened the lid of the ancient electronic product, and the display screen and some soft black keyboards that flashed with night light appeared, and the display screen was turned on, revealing only a rudimentary chat tool on the desktop of the laptop.

Qiao Jing clicked on this chat tool, entered the account password according to the picture in the memory of Guangzong's predecessors, and received a lot of chat messages on the chat tool. Qiao Jing moved her cursor over these messages, and the screen automatically showed that a person with the nickname "Tian Yuan" had sent 1,095 text messages, a person with the nickname "Qing Cha" had sent 221 text messages, and the rest of the people had sent several text messages.

The screen shows that the latest text message was sent by "Tian Yuan", just at 5 pm today.

Qiao Jing clicked on his text message and found that the words that appeared most frequently were to ask the seniors of the Guangzong Sect to remember to contact him when they came back from a long trip.

"It seems that Guangzong's predecessors also told this person when they went to the battlefield, but they just said that they went on a trip!" Qiao Jing also understood that Guangzong's predecessors were also relatively unlucky when they went to the battlefield, and he had been cautious and cautious, but he didn't expect that in the end, he still didn't escape the general trend, and became a group of people on the other side of the death score line, and he spent all his body to save his life by spending all the weapons he had saved and prepared.

According to the memory of Guangzong's predecessors, this person called "Tian Yuan", whose real name is Zhang Woye, was a freshman at the second-class war academy in YH City when he first met Guangzong's seniors. The War College is a 7-year system, and according to the memory of Guangzong's predecessors, this Zhang Woye should be in his fourth year now.

The predecessors of the Guangzong used this person to sell colorless diamond-shaped gems to the chaotic old city, so that this person also made a profit. In the hearts of Guangzong's predecessors, Zhang Woye is a person who can be trusted, Qiao Jing clicked on those messages just now, and the test of time also proved this.

This Zhang Woye, who basically sends a message to the seniors of the Guangzong Sect every day, is obviously much more reliable than others. The longest of the other "friends" only lasted a few months and then gave up, in terms of the thinking mode of the predecessors of the Guangzong, these people who couldn't persist were no longer "friends", and they needed to be excluded from their own networks.

"So, let's meet tomorrow at the old place, I'm back from my trip," Qiao Jing wrote in her notebook. "Old friend..."

"No, it's too abrupt..."Qiao Jing deleted the reply she had written, and scratched her hair with some distress, "If you meet, you will be exposed, I am different from Guangzong!"

The memory of the bamboo slip is also a bit limited, and the more intense memory images such as the most fearful and favorite of the deceased will be completely excluded. Therefore, Qiao Jing's memories of Guangzong's predecessors are also very vague about the background outline, and there is no picture of how Guangzong's predecessors died on the battlefield. Because Qiao Jing tried to read that memory, but her body was always as uncomfortable as drowning, Qiao Jing didn't try this kind of thing again.

"Goo!" Qiao Jing's stomach protested at this time, "It's too late now, the words of ordering takeout will be recorded, so let's bear with it for the time being, go to bed first, and think about how to contact Zhang Woye so as not to be abrupt!"

Putting the notebook on the ground, Qiao Jing lay on the bed and buried his head in the quilt, trying to think about what was reasonable through calm thinking.

At night, lying in bed, Qiao Jing thought a lot and was very tired, and finally fell asleep in the memory of her family and friends.

Qiao Jing got up early the next morning, slept a little, and felt much more energetic, and it seemed that the sequelae of absorbing the memories of bamboo slips yesterday had been completely eliminated.

After thinking about it for a long time last night, Qiao Jing also knew what to do, she used her laptop to order a takeout and some items online, and paid with the anonymous bank card given by Zhao Xingdou. In fact, at first, Qiao Jing planned to transfer their property directly to his account through the memories of the deceased, but fortunately, reading the memories of Guangzong's predecessors made Qiao Jing give up this tempting idea that he could earn capital quickly.

It is entirely possible for a person who should have died to be transferred by an unknown person, and it is entirely possible to enter the eyes of some organs and departments in this society, and if you are lucky, you will only be able to arrange some police officers to deal with you, and if the police officers dare to resist against you, it will be bad luck, and the armed and violent law enforcement guards will come to deal with you in person. Moreover, your information will be investigated by them, even if you are a nobleman, it is enough to discredit you and even be sent to the battlefield. They took the faces of the nobles very seriously, so Qiao Jing only dared to secretly sell colorless diamond-shaped gems.

Then Qiao Jing's soul sank into the soul sea and came to the glass rune seal, and began to seal and absorb some other bamboo slip memories, to accumulate enough evil mist and complete the task of the third uncle, as long as the third uncle did not say anything wrong, the resurrected existence should be on par with Zhao Qian... No, maybe stronger!

Qiao Jing recalled, and saw the armed flower on Zhao Qian's chest: "Basic Weapon Crystal + Advanced Magic Power Crystal + Attribute Crystal + Flower of the Fu Realm, 4 petals! Weapon Crystal + Biased Crystal + Attribute Crystal, 3 petals... As for the golden petals, it should be the Heaven and Earth Armament, then the strength of the second uncle should be at the level of the day and night wandering god!"

Qiao Jing thought: "According to what the third uncle said, this is the original Heavenly Dome Han Luo God, an existence that transcends the day and night wandering gods, and Zhao Qian... The strength of the second uncle, the 8 petals on his chest... There are 7 of them of the same color, assimilated 7 types of armament... The strength of the wandering gods day and night, then the odds of winning this time are also great!"

However, Qiao Jing was still a little hesitant in his heart, because Zhao Qian had always been good to himself, and he did not calculate and force himself, although he asked himself to complete the third uncle's commission and let the third uncle feel at ease, so that he could absorb the third uncle and become the existence of the foundation, but Qiao Jing felt that he was still cheating, and he felt a little guilty.

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