As the morning sun rose, Ning Yuan opened his sleepy eyes and sat up.

He lowered his hands to the left and right sides of the double-open curtains, and the golden sunlight shone on his face through the glass window.

He muttered as he got dressed, "It's another hot day." ”

Press the phone screen to look at the time, but find that my sister made 14 calls in a row last night.

"What's so urgent?"

Ning Yuan muttered in his heart, and hurriedly called back.

After connecting, Ning Xiaoyu's yawning voice came from there: "Brother~ What are you doing so early." ”

Ning Yuan frowned and said, "You still ask me, what's the matter with making so many calls yesterday?"

There was a brief silence on the other side, and then it was replaced by a strange girl's voice: "I'm Xiaoyu's good friend Sun Feixue, and I want to talk to you about something." ”

Just when he was puzzled, Sun Feixue continued: "It has something to do with that piece of red sandalwood. ”

Ning Yuan was shocked in his heart, and became vigilant: "Can't you say it on the phone?"

"Interviews are the best. Sun Feixue's voice was calm, and then she smiled: "I know what you are thinking, rest assured that I have no malicious intent." ”

Hanging up the phone, Ning Yuan stood in front of the window and bowed his head in contemplation.

After about a stick of incense, I walked into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

If he did it before, he still had to figure out what the other party's purpose was and weigh the pros and cons.

But after personally exercising the rights of the plane supervision department, the whole person's mentality has completely changed!

No restraints, no fear!

The Overseer is a sesame official on weekdays, but when he performs his tasks, he is equivalent to the ancient minister holding the sword of Shang Fang, and even the speaker of a large galaxy has to be respectful and polite to him wherever he goes.

And being promoted to the upper level of the Guardian means entering the upper level of the Seventh Supreme Universe, and the power is unimaginably great.

Take a walk around, and wherever you go, you will be offered as an ancestor.

Ning Yuan is now in the internship period, but there are no ordinary people in the supervision department, in the face of such a potential stock, who would dare to provoke the galaxy-level boss?

Of course, no one on the planet knows his identity, unless something earth-shattering happens.

Ning Yuan has no interest in this, low-key is his code of conduct, and a chic, happy, and wanton life is the true meaning of life.

If you mess with him and casually say hello to the Galactic Lord, they will be in a hurry to make space jumps and send a large number of starfleets to support.

All of this is speculation, but in his opinion, it is not far from reality.

Of course, there is also a possibility, that is, people usually don't like him at all.

West Coast Cafe Room 1.

Ning Yuan was led to the door by the waiter, raised his right hand and knocked lightly on the wooden door.

"Please come in. ”

A calm female voice came from inside the room, and he pushed the door open with a smile on his face.

The small private dining room is elegantly decorated, with a rectangular wooden table covered with red cloth in the center and two leather single sofas on each side.

There are two people sitting on the left hand side of the door, inside is a middle-of-the-middle long-haired beauty, and outside is Ning Xiaoyu.

Her buttocks were just next to the edge of the sofa, she shrugged her shoulders and pressed her hands to her knees, looking haggard and a little flustered.

Ning Yuan saw his sister's abnormality at a glance, and frowned slightly at the moment.

He ignored the other person and walked to Ning Xiaoyu's side, sat on the armrest of the sofa with her tender shoulders, and asked softly, "What's wrong with the little girl?"

Ning Xiaoyu raised her pretty face and choked up: "Brother, shall we hand over the rosewood to the state?" ”

The more she thought about it while lying in bed last night, the more scared she became, and her mind was full of words such as torture and imprisonment, so that this timid girl didn't sleep well all night.

Next to the words, Sun Feixue rolled her eyes, and Ning Yuan was also stunned: "Arrest me?

Ning Xiaoyu couldn't say clearly, Sun Feixue shook her head helplessly: "Don't listen to her nonsense, let's discuss this matter." ”

After some explanation, Ning Yuan clarified the other party's intentions: "Miss Sun can see the true age of this piece of red sandalwood with just her eyes, and she admires it." ”

He smiled and sat across from the two: "I still have such a long time in my house." ”

As he spoke, he gestured with his hand the thickness of the remaining rosewood, and said that he had already made up the plot: "Five days ago, when I was walking on the beach in the evening, I met a group of people sneaking out of the sea, and then something kept coming out of the sea, and this piece of rosewood was washed up on the beach by the big waves, and I took advantage of the fact that no one was going to get it home at night. ”

Sun Feixue stared at Ning Yuanjun's face with a serious expression until he quipped: "Could it be that Miss Sun fell in love with me at first sight?"

Only then did he snort, and his little face blushed slightly and looked away.

She said to herself thoughtfully: "No wonder, no wonder ......"

Ning Yuan asked knowingly, "What did Miss Sun remember?"

"You are Brother Xiaoyu, and you are older than me, just call me by name. Sun Feixue brushed her hair on the left side behind her ear and said with a smile: "Have you watched the news in the past two days?"

Ning Yuan shrugged: "How many young people are looking at that thing now?"

Sun Feixue took a sip of coffee, and then held the cup in both hands and said casually: "Some time ago, a group of tomb robbers came to our city and brought a submarine tomb of the Western Zhou Dynasty. ”

She had been privately observing Ning Yuan's reaction when she spoke, but she didn't find any clues in the end.

Sun Feixue looked regretful: "Also, how can there be 60,000 years of evil spirit-warding holy sandalwood on the earth now, only in that mythical era full of fog can there be a chance to pass on this kind of treasure." ”

Ning Yuan secretly laughed: "The fish has taken the bait." ”

He pretended to be puzzled and asked, "No, that section of rosewood is very new, not like it has been preserved for thousands of years, but it looks like it has just been cut from a tree." ”

"You don't understand that. Sun Feixue was there, organized the language and continued: "There are many magical treasures and strange events in ancient times, when an archaeologist excavated an ancient tomb of the Shang Dynasty, he saw a transparent crystal coffin, and there was a peerless beauty lying in it, it looked like she was asleep, her face was ruddy and even breathing, and the moment she opened the crystal coffin, the whole person instantly turned into ashes. ”

She put her left hand on the table to support her cheeks, and her right hand pinched a small silver spoon to stir the coffee: "This kind of strange thing is endless, you get this piece of rosewood, it should be kept in a place similar to a vacuum, so it can not be old for a thousand years." ”

"Oh yes. Ning Yuan pretended to suddenly realize, and gave the other party two thumbs up.

Sun Feixue smiled indifferently, took a sip of coffee again, and praised herself in her heart.

Ning Yuan secretly snickered, he had already seen the news of the theft of the Western Zhou Submarine Tomb, but he was just pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Lies pay attention to the combination of fiction and reality, and it is difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality, truth and falsehood.

After some scrutiny and guidance, he asked the beautiful woman in front of him to help him complete his lie and make up a calendar for the red sandalwood.

The cross-section is not easy to explain, so he deliberately put it forward to let the other party speculate and give what he thinks is a reasonable answer.

He smiled and complimented, "Fei Xue, you know a lot. ”

Sun Feixue nodded reservedly: "I have won awards." ”