Chapter 162: Incoming Call

After Daoist Zifeng threw the chopsticks to Zhang Yi, he pulled a face and came to the place where he sat without saying a word, sat cross-legged with his heart facing the sky, closed his eyes and sat up, and no longer paid attention to Zhang Yi.

After Zhang Yi held the chopsticks in a slight daze, he continued to pick up the flies with the chopsticks.

In the back, Zhang Yi found that the flies seemed to have to jump backwards first every time they took off.

With this discovery, Zhang Yi clamped the fly towards the fly's buttocks every time he clamped the chopsticks.

"Damn, it's a little bit worse!" Zhang Yi saw a fly slip out of the gap between the chopsticks dangerously and dangerously, and Zhang Yi could feel that the chopsticks had the feel of holding the fly, but unfortunately it was still a little worse.

Daoist Zifeng woke up from meditation, raised his eyelids, looked at Zhang Yi, who was jumping to his feet, shook his head, closed his eyes and continued to close his eyes.

As soon as Daoist Zifeng closed his eyes, the mobile phone in his pocket rang.

"Huh!?" Zifeng Daoist took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and found that it was Mr. Liu calling.

"Hey!" Daoist Zifeng picked up the phone and asked.

"Uncle Feng, something happened!" Mr. Liu's tone on the other end of the phone was obviously a little anxious.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Daoist Zifeng asked.

"Do you remember the Five Villages?"

"Goto!? Could it be that the one who wants to ......"

"Well, I just got a call, and there's a problem with the layout over there?"

"Tell me more about it."

"The layout over there suddenly exploded last night, and all the fish ponds in Wuxiang died overnight, and those fish were all like mummies, and all the blood was gone."

"That thing came out?"

"Well, the overseer over there saw what seems to be that thing last night."

"............" Daoist Zifeng was silent for a while and then said: "I know, I'll take a look, you call a car over, you know where I am!"

"Do you want to call a helper?"

"Well...... Call the king bald! Daoist Zifeng said after thinking about it.

"Okay!"

After Zifeng Daoist hung up the phone, he lowered his head and was silent for a while, and after a while, he looked up at Zhang Yi, who was still scratching his head and scratching his cheeks and holding flies, and said, "Don't clip it first, accompany me on a mission!"

"Huh!?" Zhang Yi turned his head and looked at Daoist Zifeng with a cute expression.

"Back to the camp, let's go to Wuxiang!" Daoist Zifeng got up and said with a big wave of his hand.

"Gogo? What's wrong? Zhang Yi put away his chopsticks and asked suspiciously.

"I don't know, I'll find out until I've seen it!" Daoist Zifeng walked in front and said lightly.

"Uncle Feng! Anyway, didn't you say before that we don't have to live and die on our own missions? Zhang Yi scratched his head and said.

"I see that you especially like to raise the bar with me!" Daoist Zifeng didn't even bother to roll his eyes.

The two of them didn't take anything when they returned to the camp, but Daoist Zifeng took out a peachwood sword from a tree, and this peachwood sword was the hundred-year-old peachwood sword that went from Zhang Yi's pit.

Then the two of them simply packed up their things and got together, and then covered them with camouflage tarps.

After cleaning up, Zhang Yi and Zifeng Daoist came to a road in the suburbs and began to wait for the car.

Before he could wait, he heard the roar of the engine from a distance, which was getting closer and closer, and soon he could see a silver-white sports car driving in the distance, and the roar of the engine was estimated to be more than two hundred yards per hour.

"Shhh After the sports car drove in, it braked sharply, threw out a beautiful drift, and stopped steadily in front of Zhang Yi and Zifeng Daoist.

it! Lamborghini!

After Zhang Yi saw the brand of the car clearly, he directly burst out foul language.

After the silver-white Lamborghini stopped, the window slowly moved down, and the person sitting inside was actually Mr. Liu.

"Here, get in the car!" Mr. Liu shook his head and said.

"Brother Liu, are you still missing a pendant on your thigh?" Zhang Yi said cheaply.

"Don't be poor, get in the car quickly!" Zifeng Daoist pushed Zhang Yi and said.

"How do you get on, this sports car has two positions!"

"If you squeeze it, it should still be okay!" Mr. Liu spoke.

In this way, Zhang Yi and Zifeng Daoist squeezed in, but this posture is a little unsightly.

Mr. Liu saw the two of them get into the car, and directly stepped on the accelerator and blasted out.

The supercar is worthy of being a supercar, and the speed of only about three seconds breaks 100.

It seems that the affairs of Wuxiang are really urgent, otherwise they would not have driven a supercar to come out.

"Slow down, slow down, slow down......" Zhang Yi looked at the rapidly rising speed on the dashboard, and his heart jumped in fright.

"It's just this speed, it's okay!" Mr. Liu put one hand on the steering wheel, turned his head, and said to Zhang Yi indifferently.

"Road, road, road, look at the road, look at the road!" Zhang Yi couldn't wait to give Mr. Liu's head away.

With a "hiss", the supercar stopped on the street in front of the office, attracting countless people to take pictures and watch.

Zhang Yi walked out of the car with trembling legs and bloodless, and after a pause, he ran to a telephone pole and vomited, and then Zifeng Daoist also got out of the car but his face was slightly pale, it seems that he should have sat several times, and he is a little used to it.

Along the way, Mr. Liu's various manipulations almost scared Zhang Yi out of heart disease.

In the end, Mr. Liu got out of the car and made a phone call to ask someone to drive the car to another place, after all, there were too many onlookers when the supercar was parked here.

At this time, Zhang Yi was still holding the telephone pole and vomiting vigorously, and he was about to vomit bile.

Do you still want to be friends with local tyrants? Then please be mentally prepared and enjoy this exhilarating feeling!

Daoist Zifeng stepped forward and patted Zhang Yi's back gently, and said, "Wait for a while before you vomit, handle the task well, you can vomit as you like!"

After Zhang Yi glanced at Zifeng Daoist, he retched a few times, raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and then got up with the telephone pole.

In the future, I won't sit on a supercar if I am killed, no! It's a supercar driven by Mr. Liu who won't be killed in the future...... The ...... who will break their lives

"It's cool!?" Mr. Liu's voice slowly drifted into Zhang Yi's ears.

Zhang Yi: "........." (≖_≖ )

"Fortunately, you can hold on until you get out of the car before you vomit, Monk Wang sprayed directly in the car back then!" Mr. Liu had some praise for Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi: "........." (≖_≖ )

Mr. Liu saw Zhang Yi's speechless and disgusted look, so he changed the topic and said, "Monk Wang, I have already informed him, and he is now rushing to Wuxiang."

"Good! Then Xiaoyi, you will go home and get the guy first, and when you come back, we will immediately set off to Wuxiang," Zifeng Daoist turned his head and said to Zhang Yi.