Agent Four even forgot to pull out his notebook.

He had seen many hunters' pets in his life, and some of them were extremely psychic, could speak and behave like humans, but they were limited to magical creatures with extremely high intelligence.

He had never seen a pig drink red wine and taste music, so literary.

The key is that this pig really understands music, his ears flutter with the music, and his little tail is like a baton, constantly plucking in the air, which is inexplicably in line with the rhythm.

Senior agents usually have a lot of mixed knowledge, because you can never be sure what your next mission will be.

Because of the variety and serendipity of the mission, it is necessary for senior agents to master as much knowledge as possible, and music is naturally one of them, and even as a compulsory course that can transmit information.

Agent Four's music appreciation and comprehension course was assessed with an A grade.

All the rhythms of this pig are accurate on the beat. Red wine inhibits about 12% of brain activity, resulting in retardation and paralysis. The brain of pigs is smaller than that of humans, so the inhibitory effect will be stronger, and as a result, pigs are more likely to get drunk and paralyzed.

The beat can be so accurate even when drunk, this pig is not an ordinary pig!

Agent Four frowned, expecting his mission to be the easiest. Unexpectedly, it seems that now it has become the most challenging task.

"Sure enough, the pig that can follow Shen Fei is not an ordinary pig!"

Agent No. 4 didn't dare to slack off, took out his notebook and quickly recorded the situation, and even sketched the scene of the pig listening to music.

After doing all this, Agent Four's pupils contracted violently, and the whole person suddenly froze in place.

I was amazed just now that this pig understands music, and even is proficient in appreciating music, completely forgetting one fact.

There are no stairs around here that lead to the roof of the Royal Academy of Music, how did this pig get up? And where did the wine glass and the red wine come from?

It's not that someone arranged it on purpose, then it was all caused by the pig himself.

Looking for the people, there is no way to get wine glasses and red wine without knowing it, let alone climb to the top of the conservatory building, but now a pig can easily do it......

It's scary to think about! It's scary to think about!

No. 4 gasped, sure enough, those who could stay by Shen Fei's side were not ordinary people, and he still underestimated this pig too much!

One of the taboos of agents is that they do not have an accurate understanding of the enemy, and they are careless and careless, and the result can only be self-inflicted.

At the beginning, No. 4's mentality was wrong, and he originally thought that this pig was an ordinary pig.

But on the other hand, there are no weak soldiers under the strong generals, when everyone is wary of the White Tiger Heavenly God, why don't they think more about why a pig who looks ordinary can follow Shen Fei and sit on an equal footing with the White Tiger Heavenly God?

Fortunately, Agent No. 4 didn't wake up too late, and the next thing was to fight with this pig!

In the hotel, Fat Tiger and Agent No. 2 simply proposed to add a little more color to the dice.

Fat Tiger thought that his back to Shen Fei was anyway, this guy must be rich, and he would not refuse to come.

Agent No. 2's original mission was to monitor the White Tiger Celestial, but he inexplicably encountered the other party head-on, and now the task is temporarily changed to delay the White Tiger Celestial. Since the other party wants to add some color, then come!

It's just that after ten rounds, Agent Two has lost all his money.

"You, you just sit here and don't move, I'll go to the bank and withdraw money right now!" With that, he left the inn with a puff of smoke.

The fat tiger's mouth couldn't close with a smile, but he didn't expect that shaking the dice was not interesting, and it immediately became interesting after adding a little color.

"The Turtle Immortal is right, this Hongchen experience is too necessary. Every time I open the cup, I have a new experience and impulse, which is completely a grinding of my Dao heart! ”

……

The number of registered teams continued, and as time went on, many players became irritable.

There are so many people who have signed up! Many people stood and waited for an hour or two without their turn to register.

No matter how good the martial arts head Rao is, he can't help but feel irritable in his heart. After he became the head of the martial arts sect, he spent his days either teaching martial arts or meditating on his own, and he definitely didn't waste so much time waiting in line. Seeing these players who have no qualifications, and are still shouting tired and perfunctory here, they are even more depressed in their chests, and their precious time is delayed by these wastes!

"Player No. 666!"

After waiting for an hour and a half, it was finally Fuman's turn to register his personal information.

It was the introductory disciples of the Zen Academy who registered their personal information, and this time they were all pulled to the registration office to register their information.

Even in the end, he didn't bother to ask, he directly picked up a whip and knocked on the blackboard with the questions written on it behind him, and the applicants understood that they would just fill it in directly.

After filling it out, Fuman was given a pass card and followed the indicated passage to the waiting area at the back.

There were a large number of people waiting for the selection, and Fuman looked at the head of Wu Yang, found a good-faced person and asked, "Friend, what are you waiting for here?" ”

This person was a little vigilant, and after discovering that Fuman was a big fat man dressed plainly, he let down the vigilance in his heart, pointed to the rotating ladder and the power ladder in front of him, and said, "Everyone is lining up here to take the power ladder to the Zen Temple." It's just that the Warrior Monk Zen Monastery is really good at collecting money, and transporting a person up to collect 20 copper plates is simply a money grab! ”

Then the man looked at Fuman, and said half-jokingly: "Brother, of your size, I estimate that they will have to charge you 40 copper plates later." ”

Fuman gasped when he heard this, whether this warrior monk Zen Academy is recruiting students or making money. A trip up costs 20 copper plates, and eighty percent of the assessment is over, and you have to charge money once after the assessment.

Don't ask Fuman how he knows, he's seen a lot of this kind of routine!

"This warrior monk temple is too dark!" Fuman couldn't help but sigh that when he was in Tukeshire, he couldn't earn 40 copper plates after working hard for a day, so why did they pull people up for 20 copper plates.

The lift is large and can carry forty or fifty people at a time. Fuman saw that there was a special ticket staff next to the lift, and he paid a fee for a person.

Fu Man frowned slightly, it costs money to do a task, and the ghost knows what charging items are waiting for him after making the elevator up.

The money on his body is all the young master's. The young master usually saves money and eats frugally, and a copper plate is eager to be broken in half, how can he be arrogant and lascivious here, let alone promote this unhealthy trend.

"If you can't get up, you have to pay for it!" The staff who sold the money had a bad attitude, as if they were uncles.

Fu Man held a breath in his stomach, and the strength of a tendon also came up. He really didn't pay the money to go to the Warrior Monk Monastery today.

"Is there a ...... that doesn't pay?"

Before Fuman finished speaking, the staff impatiently pointed to the spiral ladder next to him: "The spiral ladder doesn't need money, you can take the spiral ladder!" ”

Fuman glanced up at the spiral staircase, which spiraled all the way to the top of the Zen Temple, which was at least two or three hundred meters high, and if it was constantly circling upward, the distance he walked would definitely double.

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