Is there an obligation?

Yang Yuran was suspicious, and then thought about it, Qin Muyu is the vice president of the company. Important projects must be signed by him or the CEO.

Don't look at Qin Muyu's great power, but the employees of the company all know what kind of medicine the boss sells in the gourd. Mr. Zhou is doing his best to retain talents and help Zhou Yuanyuan protect the country.

Carefully observing Qin Muyu's deep starry eyes, seeing that there was not much red blood in them, he was a little relieved and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then I'll keep an eye on the download progress, and then call Vice President Qin."

With the guidance of Vice President Qin, it is equivalent to grasping the overall situation of the operability of things in advance.

"Well, go ahead."

With the approval of Vice President Qin, Yang Yuran swept away his sleepiness and ran back to the study on the second floor with a hundred times the spirit.

Downloading the progress bar is like a shy little dancer, jumping to the critical moment to always cover the bright colors that people really want to see.

The last 5MB is left, and the download is unusually slow, dropping to around 100KB.

Yang Yuran squatted from 4:30 to 5:10, and laid 1MB of light. At this rate, after going to work, she and Qin Muyu will both be late. br>

If the project is good, there is still an excuse to explain the reason for being late, and if it is very poor, it is not worth taking a leave of absence for it.

Yang Yuran opened Du Niang's search to speed up the download, and the most replies that caught her eye were: open a member, and you want to open the most expensive member.

There was no choice, and the 218 speed protection fee was supported by the painful experience.

She usually clicked on the ad to get a ten-minute trial, but the blame is that the file is too big this time, and the trial opportunity is not enough to support it to complete the download safely.

The money is in place, the speed is boosted, and the last 4MB download is completed in two minutes.

Yang Yuran looked at it and wanted to greet the software operator, but he was depressed that he was brainless, and he should have paid the money a long time ago.

Opened the door, the aroma of rice wafted in, and the stomach rumbled twice.

She trotted to the front of the stairs, grabbed the handrail, leaned down and shouted, "Vice President Qin, please come up and take a look at the project."

"The meal is ready, let's eat first, and we'll go and see it together after eating."

Qin Muyu will wear heat-insulated gloves and take out the pizza.

The fox-like eyes looked at the round golden food, which was filled with her favorite foods, pineapple, ham, fish, and beef, and her stomach rumbled again, answering for her.

went downstairs to wash his hands, entered the restaurant, took the juice handed by Qin Muyu, and sold sweetly.

"Thank you, Vice President Qin, Vice President Qin has worked hard, you sit down, I'll go get the dishes."

put it into action, and before Qin Muyu turned around, he ran to the kitchen first and took out chopsticks and spoons.

Shaking his hand proudly at Qin Muyu, he returned to his place and sat down.

Put the different colored cutlery next to the host's dishes, and make a gesture of please: "You use it slowly."

"Naughty." Qin Muyu raised his hand and gently flicked down her head.

She laughed, didn't bother rubbing her forehead to show off, took a sip of juice and picked up the pizza that Qin Muyu had divided for her, and feasted on it.

After cleaning up the food in 20 minutes, the two worked together to clean up the table and go to the study on the second floor together.

Yang Yuran took out a chair from the bedroom, placed it next to his gaming chair, and warmly invited: "Sit here."

Qin Muyu silently looked at the two chairs placed side by side, a pink gaming chair and a pink bow chair. The girl's heart-filled study makes him, a 185-year-old man, particularly eye-catching.

Sit in the fan bow chair according to Yang Yuran's guidance, raise your eyes to look at the screen, and your star eyes move with the cursor of the unzipped file.

After the decompression was completed, Yang Yuran clicked on the folder and saw that there were five video clips and two documents in it.

"My two attempts to download all took a lot of time, it's weird, how did Tao Feng send it to me immediately?"

She muttered to herself, and clicked on the name "Episode 1" in her hand

video playback.

"He will pass it to his own account or a colleague first, and when you get through your friends, he will forward the file directly. The files are uploaded to the server early, so they are sent quickly."

A clear voice answered her confusion.

Yang Yuran replied as if he didn't understand, "I see."

The trailer cuts from a shot of a man standing alone on the edge of a cliff and is shot from a distance. The exclusive man holds the sword in one hand, and the white fox fur jacket makes the wind blow the hunting sound, perfectly presenting the loneliness of the hero in the world.

"It's a great atmosphere, why is there no sound?"

Yang Yuran admired, stretched out his hand to the Sony stereo, and screwed it to the maximum and still didn't hear a sound.

On the ground, a flute sounded like piercing the sky.

Yang Yuran hurriedly twisted the sound back to the normal volume, and at the same time, Qin Muyu paused the video playback.

"Look here, they've handled it pretty well."

The slender fingers held the mouse, pulled the progress bar back for half a minute, and retreated to Yang Yuran's distracted screen.

Once she had rubbed her ears, the video started playing again.

Yang Yuran stared intently at the changes in the picture, and the shot of the man standing alone lasted for 23 seconds, and the shooting slowly moved to the bamboo forest behind him.

The bamboo swayed, setting off layers of green waves, and there was no sound in this picture.

Three bamboo leaves fell, the flute sounded a tune, and a group of black-clothed people hidden in the forest rushed out and surrounded the hero. The camera quickly panned to the jade pendant on the waist of the man standing alone, and the sound of the flute became intense.

"General Lin, you shouldn't steal the Double Dragon Jade Pendant, which represents the royal bloodline, and hand him over to spare your dog's life."

The leader of the men in black spoke coldly and threatened.

The man turned around slowly, indifferently looking at the pursuers blocking the back road in front of him, he took off the jade pendant from his waist and threw it towards the cliff behind.

The face of the leader of the man in black changed drastically, and he waved his hand at the lieutenant general. The lieutenant general led people to rush forward, trying his best to grab the jade pendant.

But they failed to get close to the edge of the cliff, and they let out a cry of pain and died under the man's sword.

The man rushed forward, and the sword never fell from its sheath. He incarnated as a Yama in hell, showing the essence of kendo to the extreme with a swing and a stab, taking people's lives invisibly.

After killing all the henchmen of the man in black, the man raised his right hand in the bleeding water, pointed his sword at the leader of the man in black, and said in a deep voice, "I won't kill you today, and I will keep you alive for fifteen years." You are a treacherous dog, and you betrayed the right minister to build a village in order to survive. You who are so desperate for your life, you should know how to report to the Dog Emperor when you go back."

There was no trace of fear in the eyes of the leader of the man in black, he arched his hands and bowed to the sky, and said respectfully, "General Lin, you have assisted the Holy Lord for more than ten years, and the Holy Lord should have killed Zuo Xiang a long time ago. I'm just following the Sacred Heart, and we've already sold our lives to the Holy One, but you didn't see the situation clearly."

"Oh, well, then I'll help the saint come up and try your faithfulness."

The sword forced another point forward, and beads of blood rolled down from the blade.

The black-clothed leader's eyes widened slightly, but his voice faintly revealed an uncontrollable tremble: "General Lin, if you kill me today, tomorrow the little milk baby crying in the farmers at the foot of Wutai Mountain is afraid that his life will not be guaranteed."

"Aren't you afraid of death?" The man asked with a sneer.

"Hahaha, whether I'm afraid or not doesn't matter to you or the Holy One. If my cheap life were exchanged for the noble life of the Nine Emperor Princes, it would be worth it. Let you go today, and I will not escape death when I go back, so it is better to die here in the name of a faithful Lord."

The man in black looked up to the sky and laughed, and in the process of laughing, two new scars were scratched on his neck by the blade of the sword, as if he had put life and death out of the way earlier.

The man jerked the blade of his sword and cut off his right arm, turned and walked to the cliff where the jade pendant fell, and jumped down.

The picture turned, and it came to ten years later.

The young man, who is less than the height of the little peach tree, and the pretty little girl are practicing swords together, and the little girl's movements are always slowing down a little, waiting for the young man to keep up with her rhythm.

"Brother Chess, you're so stupid. If you make any more mistakes, I will tell Master about you peeking at the Art of War book, and ask him to punish you."

"Don't, I'll just learn by heart."

The boy was in a hurry to imitate, and his movements were even more clumsy, and the little girl couldn't stop giggling.

"Hahaha, you don't have the talent to learn martial arts at all. Master must be old and confused, he actually said that you have the most powerful Tianqi posture. If you want me to see, your eyes are even more powerful, and you should be allowed to take a look at the Bagu Wen Examination to make a name for yourself, so that Master and I can follow you to enjoy happiness."

"Embroidery girl, don't talk nonsense, go into the house and receive the punishment."

The old man's angry shouts came from the bamboo house.

The embroidered girl stuck out her tongue at the young man, put her hand to her mouth, and whispered, "Oh, Master's ears will become deaf for a while, and then they will be very smart."

The young girl left a playful joke, and flew into the bamboo house from the window with light power like a butterfly.

Bang, the ring ruler fell, and the girl was not seen screaming in pain, but the young man's eyes were red.

Late at night, the young man sneaked into the room with cold porridge.

Shaking the scarred embroidery girl with his hand, he said with pity, "You haven't eaten a drop of water all day, drink some."

The embroidery girl pricked up her ears and listened for a few seconds, as if she was sure of something.

The young man handed the bowl forward and comforted, "I squatted at the door of Master's house for a stick of incense, and I didn't come here until he fell asleep, so you can drink it with confidence."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Chess."

The embroidery girl raised her swollen hand and happily held the bowl, and as soon as it was brought to her mouth, two stones smashed the porcelain bowl through the paper window.

The embroidered girl and the young man were like mourning, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

"Aki, go back to the house and go to sleep."

The old man's order is unquestionable.

The young man gave the embroidery girl a "sorry" gesture, obediently obeyed, and left the fire room.

As soon as the young man lying on the bed closes his eyes, the happy smile of the embroidery girl and the days when the two are together day and night will appear in his mind.

And the girl who has always been with him and protected him is suffering alone, and he can no longer continue to be cowardly.

got up and rushed to the fire room to pick up the embroidery girl, and brought the people who couldn't help but struggle to the master's room.

lit the candle, knelt beside the bed, and begged the embroiderer, "Master, if you don't let me read the art of war, I just don't read it. Today, I will burn all the books on the art of war, and I just ask you not to punish the embroidery girl for me in the future."

The old man lay as withered as wood, as flat as a soldering iron, motionless, and if it weren't for the fact that his gray hair grew every year, it would have been as if he were dead.

"As I said, the weak have no right to decide their own destiny. You can't even control your own fate, and you still come to intercede for others, it's too self-conscious."

Every time the old voice dropped a word, the young man holding the girl's hand would twitch slightly uncontrollably, from instinctive fear.

Even so, the boy never let go of the bond that implicated the two.

"You also said that when I defeat you, I can take the embroidery girl out of this valley, I don't know if I still count?"

The boy asked timidly, with all his courage.

"Count."

The two-word answer became the driving force that spurred the young man, and he continued to practice hard day and night.

Time flies, and five years later, the boy is very handsome, and the embroidery girl is very beautiful.

The young man defeated the embroidered girl in a few moves, and pulled a sword flower into the sheath gorgeously.

Xiuniang held the young man's outstretched hand, stood up from the ground, stared at the young man with adoring eyes, and boasted, "Brother Chess Piece, you are so powerful. It's really as the master said, it's the posture of the heavenly qi, and the embroidery girl can't beat you anymore."

"I've taught you, just memorize the move book backwards. Sketch out a winning combo before each one is performed to successfully defeat the enemy."

The boy replied with ease.

The embroidery girl bit her lip and said embarrassedly: "I have tried, I can't do it, I only have to practice every move and every style, so that the body can have a memory, and only when facing the enemy can I see the moves."

"It's okay, I'll protect you later."

The young man helped the embroidery girl fix her fallen and messy hair, and promised, "Wait for tomorrow, I will win the old immortal, and I will take you out of the valley." I heard that the outside world is very prosperous, and when I got out, I used my skills to earn money

You buy beautiful hairpins to wear."

"Okay, I'll go cook for you and Master first."

The embroidery girl patted the soil on her skirt, but turned around and heard the young man ask angrily: "Don't call him Master, he has tortured you so partially since you were a child, don't you hate him?"

Xiuniang paused, shook her head, and replied firmly, "I don't hate him, I was an orphan, thanks to Master for rescuing me from the wolf's mouth. He has given me this life, and I am willing to obey all his arrangements."

Every time the old voice dropped a word, the young man holding the girl's hand would twitch slightly uncontrollably, from instinctive fear.

Even so, the boy never let go of the bond that implicated the two.

"You also said that when I defeat you, I can take the embroidery girl out of this valley, I don't know if I still count?"

The boy asked timidly, with all his courage.

"Count."

The two-word answer became the driving force that spurred the young man, and he continued to practice hard day and night.

Time flies, and five years later, the boy is very handsome, and the embroidery girl is very beautiful.

The young man defeated the embroidered girl in a few moves, and pulled a sword flower into the sheath gorgeously.

Xiuniang held the young man's outstretched hand, stood up from the ground, stared at the young man with adoring eyes, and boasted, "Brother Chess Piece, you are so powerful. It's really as the master said, it's the posture of the heavenly qi, and the embroidery girl can't beat you anymore."

"I've taught you, just memorize the move book backwards. Sketch out a winning combo before each one is performed to successfully defeat the enemy."

The boy replied with ease.

The embroidery girl bit her lip and said embarrassedly: "I have tried, I can't do it, I only have to practice every move and every style, so that the body can have a memory, and only when facing the enemy can I see the moves."

"It's okay, I'll protect you later."

The young man helped the embroidery girl fix her fallen and messy hair, and promised, "Wait for tomorrow, I will win the old immortal, and I will take you out of the valley." I heard that the outside world is very prosperous, and when I go out, I will use my skills to earn money to buy you a beautiful hairpin to wear."

"Okay, I'll go cook for you and Master first."

The embroidery girl patted the soil on her skirt, but when she turned around, she heard the young man ask angrily, "Don't call him Master, he has been so eccentric and tormented since he was a child