"Mr. Dai, Wang Xia is out. He seemed to know that someone was watching, so he deliberately drove around a few times, didn't take the high speed, and drove to the old highway, it seemed that he was going to Qingfeng City, should he continue to follow up? ”

In the black business car, a man in black was calling Dai Mao.

"No need, let him touch the ashes."

In the recycle bin office, a middle-aged uncle with a Mediterranean haircut hung up.

He is Dai Mao, the new helmsman of the White Cloud City Recycling Station.

This uncle is very worthy of his extremely smart hairstyle, and he seems to have Zhizhu in his hand, and he dialed a phone call.

"Yo, Mr. Dai, you took the initiative to call me and flattered me." The owner of the voice on the phone is the leader of the recycling bin in Qingfeng City.

"Lao Wu, don't be so polite, I'll ask you to do something." Dai Mao talked to people of the same level, still with a commanding tone.

"No problem, I can't ask you to owe me a favor." Lao Wu put the shelf very low, emphasizing the word favor.

"The situation is like this, there is a spirit hunter named Wang Xia on my side, who has just arrived in the second realm, and the young man has swelled, and he is not subject to discipline, so he ran to your Qingfeng City." Dai Mao gets straight to the point.

"And what do you mean?" Lao Wu asked.

"This Wang Xia is a talent, according to the regional protection strategy, he should stay in Baiyun City to build his hometown and guard his homeland. He went to your Qingfeng City to be Jiang Long, which is too inappropriate, of course, I didn't mean to review him, I just wanted to invite him back and sit down and have a good talk. "Dai Mao's point is stopping.

"Understood, I'm very idle here, and I don't have any tasks for him to do." Lao Wu comprehended.

There is a legend in the rivers and lakes that some people can decide the life and death of others with a phone call.

This kind of rumor is not groundless, today Dai Mao used a phone call to control the fate of the crazy and cheap.

……

When Wang Xia went out, he posted a circle of friends: I miss you on the third day.

The you in the text refers to Xiao Xinxin.

This is the third day that the proprietress has left Baiyun City, and Wang Xia did not go to the recycling bin to bring humiliation on herself.

The luck on the emperor's head returned to the pre-liberation period.

Seven points white, mixed with three points of gray.

This was his first luck, before he put on the gold ring.

According to the latest experience and experience he has explored in "engaging in scientific research", if the gray people are compared to the toiling masses, the gray ones are considered to be the well-off class, and the white ones have entered the rich class.

This kind of gray and well-off is within the range of what he can accept.

He still remembered that after wearing the little jade Buddha on the proprietress, the pure gray on the top of Xiao Xinxin's head turned into nine points white and one point red.

Emperor Wang not only sings about breaking up happily, but also pays attention to getting together and dispersing in reality, and sent a real blessing to the proprietress when he parted.

As a particular person, the central idea expressed in his circle of friends is: It's been three days, why haven't you become the emperor of Europe, come back and take me to fly?

Is the Emperor the Great the kind of person who hugs his thighs and eats soft rice?

Yes.

Helplessly, God didn't give him this opportunity, and after waiting for three days, the spiritual rice at home became less and less, and he had to do it himself.

"Kun Tsai, are you ready for a trip that you can just go?"

In the afternoon sun, Wang Xia stroked the cat and asked the black cat's opinion.

The cat nodded obediently, and the person stood up and raised his front paws, looking like he was about to hug and raise high.

Wang Xia was quite cooperative, and performed a high shot.

Then he held the cat in his arms and was in high spirits: "Let's go, let's go to Qingfeng City to see the world!" ”

He was full of spirit, revealing indescribable sadness.

Recycling stations all over the country have a clear regional system, for example, if you go to other places to be a river dragon, no problem, you can only get fifty percent of the rewards for completing the task.

Even if it is a particularly outstanding cross-river dragon, it will get six or seven percent.

If you carry out tasks across provinces, you can only get 30% of the reward, which is the so-called regional protection strategy.

In such an environment, the vast majority of spirit hunters will give priority to working locally, in the name of building their hometown.

There is only one exception for the Spirit Hunter - the Cattle Man of the Three Realms or greater.

The Three Realms are a hurdle and mean privileges.

A ruthless character of this level, no matter which region he goes to, is fragrant.

As for the first and second realms, they will honestly develop locally, and wait for the wings to harden.

Wang Xia, who was cut off by Dai Mao, had no way to level up locally, so he chose to leave his hometown.

This was a concession from him, and he didn't forget the four words that the boss lady gave him when she parted - live well.

So Wang Xia didn't take Dai Mao in his eyes, but directly in his heart.

The first one in Jiangbei, these five words can crush many spirit hunters to death.

Survival is the last word, Wang Xia decided to go to Qingfeng City to level up and develop.

Only by getting more spiritual rice can he break through the Three Realms.

It is only when he reaches the Three Realms that he will be looked up to.

After driving around a few times, the van pulled onto an old road.

"Woohoo...... That's the green ...... Hide...... High, ahhhhhh ”

Emperor Wang soared out of the highest note, venting his inner depression.

Since his debut, he has never had such a strong sense of powerlessness.

The first one in Jiangbei, in just five words, overwhelmed Wang Xia.

He knew that everything at the moment was just the calm before the storm.

And he doesn't know how many storms await him in the future.

He was extremely envious of those spirit hunters who came from a family and had a feared background. He is also particularly envious of those spirit hunters who have worshiped famous teachers, such as Ember, who has a master who makes the big guys have to give face.

He even envied those spirit hunters who ate soft rice, and it was quite nourishing to be the strongest son-in-law.

And he is helpless, he has learned a skill, and he can't let others know.

While he was thinking about life, a figure rushed out of the slanted stab.

The scenery along the winding mountain road is very attractive, and the uninvited guest who rushed out of the mountain is also very attractive.

With a sound of SKR, Wang Xia braked suddenly.

To be precise, someone pressed down on the speeding Wuling Red Light, and with a force comparable to that of a bulldozer, the van stopped.

The one holding down the front of the car was a weak woman.

She wore a ponytail and a mask, and she couldn't see the true face of Lushan clearly, giving people the feeling that she was weak and couldn't help it.

The ponytail girl held the front of the car with her left hand, took out her documents with her right hand and shook it.

Her voice was cold, but unusually beautiful: "I'm sorry, I'm going to requisition your car!" ”

Wang Xia's eyes swept over the documents and gasped.

He couldn't help but glance down at his crotch to see if he was too scared to pee his pants.

The document is very ordinary, and what is not ordinary is the number on it: four zero four!

With a bang, Wang Xia pushed the car door and jumped out.

Standing on the road, he stood upright, took a breath, and saluted.

The Emperor's attitude was quite correct: "Sir, I was wrong! The car is for you, I don't want it! ”