"Boring."

Huo Quzhi shook his palms boredly.

"Whew."

The nose is blue and the face is swollen, the long nose is crooked to ninety degrees, the whole body is ragged, the feathers of the wings behind him have fallen to the ground, and the big tengu who is fighting on the ground subconsciously shrinks his body.

"Ghosts?"

Huo Quzhi glanced down at the big tengu on the ground, pursed his lips, and said, "I thought it was a variant of Qiqi, but Bai was excited." ”

Poor?

Jiang Qi's expression moved, and he didn't ask in detail, saying that what this big tengu really wanted to say was really a little similar to Qi Qi.

Roughly speaking, Qiqi is the image of a dog's body and black wings.

If you really want to say it, you can also touch it a little.

Having said that, Jiang Qi had already expected that Huo Quzhi would be disappointed, after all, another ghost called the wine swallowing boy died in Jiang Qi's hands.

And if Huo Qu is sick, he can probably beat ten Jiang Qi without panting.

Seeing that the god is not bad, the martial artist is too perverted.

When it comes to large-scale killing, or delicate means such as spells, Huo Quzhi is not as good as Jiang Qi.

But herein lies the problem.

Whether it's a spell, a feng shui bureau, or all tricks, it's all a matter of people's fists.

When a martial artist cultivates to this realm, he is basically a land immortal.

Jiang Qi originally thought that he was already very perverted, but Huo Quzhi was more perverted than him.

Jiang Qi relied on Kaihang, while Huo Quzhi was a cultivator who had exercised himself.

You must know that Huo Qu is only twenty years old when he is sick.

No wonder in Kyushu for 5,000 years, there was a Huo Qu's disease, and there was only this one champion Hou.

Jiang Qi sighed silently in his heart.

"Do you use this thing?"

At this time, Huo Quzhi stood next to the big tengu, stepped on the head of the big tengu with one foot, just waited for Jiang Qi to shake his head, and then stepped on a watermelon to play.

"Wait a minute."

Jiang Qi waved his hand, took out the communicator and called Director Qian.

"Jiang Xiaoyou, but what are the requirements of the champion Hou?"

Director Qian could probably guess what Jiang Qi was calling for, and asked when he opened his mouth.

"Director Qian, that's right, Huo. The senior just caught a very interesting guy.,I don't know if you're interested in the mystery? ”

In Huo Quzhi's playful look, Jiang Qi found a suitable title.

"Oh? What is it? ”

Director Qian was also very interested, so he asked directly.

"The Great Tengu, one of the eight million ghosts."

Jiang Qi said, and added: "Ontology." ”

"But I don't know how long I can live."

"Interested! Of course interested! ”

Director Qian's voice was full of excitement, and he hurriedly said, "Try to keep him alive, and I'll take someone over!" ”

"Then I'll send you a location."

Jiang Qi nodded and hung up the communicator.

Then he looked at Huo Qubing on the side and said, "Don't step on it, death is not as valuable as life." ”

"Oh."

Huo Quzhi kicked the head of the big tengu with his toes, and the other party suddenly fainted with white eyes.

"It shouldn't affect you if you become a fool."

Jiang Qi smiled when he heard this, knowing that Huo Qu's illness was worried that the big tengu would tell the previous details.

The Mystic Bureau has thaumaturgy that can snoop on memories.

Once the memory of the Great Tengu is leaked, then the intelligence officers of the Mystery Bureau will definitely not ignore the details of the relationship between Jiang Qi and Huo Quzhi.

It can definitely be seen that it is not the attitude of facing Shizun's old friend, the only champion Hou in Kyushu.

This is foolproof, and Jiang Qi has no risk of falling off the horse in front of the mysterious bureau.

As for the targeted erasure of the memory of the Great Tengu and the implantation of a modified one, it is not impossible, but Huo Quzhi obviously can't do this kind of delicate operation.

It's simpler and more straightforward to be a fool directly.

Anyway, the people from the Mystery Bureau would not look back and ask Huo Quzhi why he had such a heavy hand.

If this is really done, then the Mystic Bureau will not be the talker of the Kyushu Xuan Cultivation Realm.

Again, there are no fools in the Mystic Bureau.

About half an hour later, a Land Rover came on a rampage.

Director Qian jumped down before the car stopped, and saluted Huo Qubing when he was far away.

"In the Mystery Bureau, Qian Yaosi, the person in charge of Jizhou, has met the champion Hou."

Director Qian's etiquette is ancient and meaningful, which is the usual etiquette of the Han Dynasty, and it is obviously a matter of hard work.

"Hmm."

Huo Quzhi smiled and nodded, but that's all, or if he could have a smiling face, he was already giving Jiang Qi face.

Then, Huo Quzhi kicked the unconscious Great Tengu in front of Director Qian.

Old Qian didn't look at it, just signaled behind him, and several executives ran over, and after imprisoning the big tengu with a bunch of strange things, he dragged it to the car.

"I also hope that Champion Hou will know that this big tengu is of great value to us."

Lao Qian arched his hand, looked sincere, and said: "Although our things Champion Hou generally looks down on, but I also ask Champion Hou to say some requirements, and we will try our best to meet them." ”

"Please don't dislike the champion."

Lao Qian's words are as real as ever, without the slightest cover-up.

This tengu was indeed a surprise for them.

With this guy, it is equivalent to mastering part of the source of the onmyoji's spells.

To put it bluntly, your servers are in my hands, what are you going to do with me?

At the same time, Lao Qian also knew very well that this big tengu was captured by Huo Quai, so the attitude he should have must not be less.

Just when Lao Qian was waiting for Huo Quzhi to make a request with some trepidation, Huo Quzhi spoke.

"Money."

Huo Quzhi said very directly.

Lao Qian was stunned for a moment, and asked in some disbelief: "Then how much do you want?" ”

"I don't know."

Huo Quzhi shook his head dryly, he really didn't have any concept of money in this era.

"Then you look at a thousand. No, how about twenty million? ”

Old Qian weighed the offer.

Huo Quzhi frowned when he heard this, and just when Lao Qian thought that this young master was not satisfied, Huo Quzhi asked: "Twenty million, how many pole dances can you watch?" ”

Jiang Qi slapped his forehead.

"Huh?"

Lao Qian's eyes changed from blank to confused, and he looked at Huo Quzhi and Jiang Qi, and his expression became a little complicated.

"Probably, one or twenty thousand times should be fine?"

God is pitiful, the old money doesn't know how to count this thing, this question is really stumped by this middle-aged old man.

But does Lao Qian know that this kind of dance seems to be danced more in bars?

In other words, Jiang Qi took Huo to go to the bar?

Are you trying to corrupt the champion with modern sugar-coated shells?

Lao Qian's eyes when he looked at Jiang Qi were very complicated.

You young people have to be able to play, and I hope the Venerable Master won't spank you when he finds out.

In the look of old money who wanted to speak and stopped, Jiang Qi and Huo Qu watched the person in charge of Jizhou, who had hundreds of millions of fluctuations in his three views, leave.

"Where next?"

Huo Quzhi stretched his waist.

Jiang Qi thought about it, and suddenly, a wicked smile rippled at the corner of his mouth.

"Internet café."

(End of chapter)