Nangong Zhi didn't faint, but he was also paralyzed and waiting for recovery.

Hearing Xu Ju's voice, he was silent for a long time.

"It's okay, we're still alive, this should be a new project added by the boss."

"Yo, how does the new project feel?"

Zhang Bei had a smile on his face and patted Nangong Zhi's head with his hand.

Nangong Zhi: ???

"Your old man, what about me as a child?"

"How's it going, is the experience of my new project bursting?"

Zhang Bei looked at the old monk chanting, and the smile on his face was not concealed at all.

Last night in the car, Shantideva made a suggestion to settle down.

The idea of giving the morgue to overdo it lingered in Zhang Bei's brain.

How good, the morgue is equipped with a superordinate mage, and this immersion is directly full!

Nangong Zhi opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound after all.

It's not a thing or two to get used to this playground outrageousness, just get used to it.

Zhang Bei turned around and was very satisfied with the working environment of the old monk.

After all, who would refuse to have an old monk next to him to overtake himself when he was recovering his strength?

The quick-acting heart pill can only make people wake up and want to stand up and walk?

It depends on the physique of different people.

If you're in good health, wake up and leave.

Not feeling well?

Tsk, then it's overdone, it's hard to say how long.

The new project, which is not considered a new project, has been well received by tourists as soon as it is opened.

"Am I pretty, old monk, shut up!"

"I beg, don't read it, I have a headache."

"My Buddha is merciful, can the master shave my degree?"

Shantideva knocked on the wooden fish and read the scriptures, and his heart desperately wanted to scold his mother.

I recite the scriptures to you for free, and you still scold me?

The old monk ended the first round of scriptures and seamlessly connected to the Great Compassion Mantra.

This time the voice was a little louder, enveloping all the visitors to the morgue in the compassion of My Buddha.

Nangong Zhi, who was lying on the corpse, took the team members all the way to the front of the hot air balloon after ten minutes of struggle.

It wasn't until I sat down in my chair that I was relieved.

The devil knows why the old monk's chanting is so ugly.

These ten minutes were hellish torture.

Of course, life goes on.

Nangong Zhi looked at Xu Ju, who was surrounded by his teammates, and showed a kind smile.

When there are no enemies, the bunnies are able to target the captain.

But once everyone has a common enemy, it gets interesting.

Xu Ju's underdeveloped brain didn't notice the gradually excited eyes of the group of people around him.

"Captain, this project isn't that scary, is it?"

"Don't worry, it's theoretically a sight-seeker."

The smile in Nangong Zhi's eyes was undisguised, and he waited for the hot air balloon to take off.

Soon, except for Xu Ju, all the nineteen people with ghosts in the entire hot air balloon sat down.

A gust of wind blew and the hot air balloon flew into the sky.

Xu Ju looked at the scenery in the distance, and the whole person gradually became obsessed.

He joined the army for five years and spent five years in the field army.

All day long in the face of barren mountains and mountains, if it weren't for the comrades beside him, they would have become savages.

After being discharged from the army, he was introduced to Dingyang City by the old squad leader, and he directly joined Nangong Zhi's team.

The new team doesn't have the passion of the field, but these people take good care of themselves.

Whether it is adapting to a new society or ordinary life, help yourself as much as possible.

Xu Ju couldn't have imagined what these brothers who helped him so much would do today.

As the hot air balloon flew higher and higher, the atmosphere gradually became solemn.

Nangong Zhi quietly picked up a piece of rope: "How does life feel in Xu Ju's team?" ”

"It's good, eat well, sleep well."

"Then take you to feel the love of your brothers!"

Xu Ju turned his head in confusion, looking at the rope in Nangong Zhi's hand, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

"Team, captain?"

Nangong Zhi didn't speak, and pulled the rope in his hand hard.

Xu Ju, who was still confused, disappeared from his chair in the blink of an eye, and the unusually familiar screams echoed in the sky.

Fifty meters is not a very high height, and it doesn't take a few seconds to go back and forth.

Xu Ju, who returned to his chair, turned pale.

"Fa, what's going on?"

Nangong Zhi handed the rope to the next team member.

"Little comrade still needs to be tempered!"

Before he could react, Xu Ju disappeared into the chair again.

Nangong Zhi is very happy, unimaginably happy.

The players are very happy, and the joy is hard to control.

Xu Ju was not happy at all, and even wanted to scold his mother.

Pain spread across his face, and fear enveloped his young mind.

Flying in the air again and again, the altitude of the hot air balloon is getting higher and higher.

Soon it came to an altitude of three hundred meters.

Xu Ju's figure disappeared from the chair again, and he finally recognized the true face of this group of people as he looked at the ground that was getting closer and closer in his sight.

"I can beep beep, I beep!"

The effect of the quick-acting heart-saving pill was very powerful, and Xu Ju floated in the sky for an hour without fainting.

It's just that by the time the hot air balloon returns to the ground, the person is basically the same as waste.

Ragged clothes, stiff face, dilated pupils.

The two interns who rushed over were stunned when they saw Xu Ju.

The heart rate was normal, but the person seemed to be full of despair.

Nangong Zhi stretched his waist and watched Xu Ju being sent to the morgue to lie down.

The sound of scripture came to my ears.

The hellish torment is on again.

Far away in a small city in Huaxia, Meng Chuan looked at the young man in the football uniform in front of him for a while.

"Dreams are good, but they can't be realized."

"Brother, you promise me!"

"No, you can't change your dreams?"

"Can't!"

Meng Chuan rubbed his temples and thought about a solution.

This young man's name is Fei Hongzhi, and he is Meng Chuan's younger brother.

More than ten years ago, Meng Chuan's family was suddenly hit by a flood, and he was the only one who survived.

At that time, he was still in secondary school and was adopted by a professor.

Treat him as if he were his own, and treat him as if he were his own son.

Now Meng Chuan has the strength, money, and people, and wants to help his younger brother realize his dream.

But who would have thought that this stinky boy was going to play football.

"I'll think about it, but if it doesn't work, I'll beg my boss."

Playing football in Huaxia, this difficulty can be called hell.

Meng Chuan didn't have many good ways to help his younger brother realize this dream in a short time.

"Thank you, brother!"

"Don't be in a hurry to thank you first, even if you don't go to college, you have to take the college entrance examination."

"Huh?"

"Ahh

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Meng Chuan sighed: "Study hard, I'll go first." ”

"Uh-huh!"

Meng Chuan got into the car and looked at his phone and was silent for a moment.

"Arthur, is the boss at the amusement park?"

"Yes, do you want to see the boss in the afternoon?"