Early morning.

Inside the attic courtyard.

Yan Jiu held his mobile phone in one hand and a shovel in the other, lying and not typing a draft: "When I went, the two of them had already been thundered, what witch stone?" I don't see anything else. ”

At the same time.

Headquarters of Special State Agencies.

Ma Weiwei opened a hands-free mobile phone in front of him.

She respectfully waited for Yan Jiu to hang up the phone.

Ma Weiwei repeated the words to the bureau seat, as well as colleagues and uninvited guests.

On the opposite side of the General Administration of State Special Institutions and others, there was a man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks: "Do you believe what she says?" ”

Ma Weiwei put his mobile phone in his pocket and said honestly: "If it is Hou Mingdao who speaks, of course I will consider it, but I believe the words of Senior Yan unconditionally." ”

Everyone: Are you playing double standards here?

The other person from Xuanmen was not too aggressive, he only smiled: "Isn't it too child's fun for Team Leader Ma to say this, after all, the witch stone is comparable to the existence of the nine magic weapons, if it is protected, who in my country dares to commit it?" ”

The horse choked slightly.

She knew the importance of the Nine Great Magic Weapons, and naturally she also knew that the value of the witch stone could not be ignored.

Time.

Ma Wei couldn't find a word back and forth.

Just when the people of Xuanmen were complacent.

The man who always sat in the upper seat lazily raised his eyelids, and he didn't move his position the whole time.

The man has curly hair and blue eyes.

Each lash is written with languidness.

The eyes are as dazzling as inorganic emeralds.

The eyebrow bones and deep eye contours on the mixed-race faces have a sense of urgency.

The narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

But there is a goshawk's acuity hidden in the eyes.

Dressed in a crisp ironed shirt and black military trousers, with a buttoned collar to the jawline, a glance reveals that he is a man with at least 60 years of preferential choice rights.

Lang Zongyi said: "Mr. Chen, if you want to test the theoretical knowledge of my subordinates, please come up with a special Xuanshi qualification certificate that is higher than mine, otherwise, you will be less yin and yang here." ”

He rested his left arm lightly on the handlebars of the seat.

The window in the upper left corner happened to have a bright light that fell on his bony palm.

He played with a perforated wolf tooth in his hand, its sharp fangs glowing with cold.

Chen Cheng restrained his smile.

He didn't expect the bureau to end up in person.

Today's incident only involved an ordinary funeral director, why did Lang Zongyi come forward!?

He couldn't figure it out.

All he knew was.

Don't try to please today.

They can only seek their own chances later.

That's when it happened.

Liu Fei, who happened to come over to watch the big show, acted as a concoctor: "I can understand it, it's all because our team leader Ma has been unwell and has big mood swings in the past few days, so forgive me." ”

Hou Ming: "......" you have said so, I want to be angry again, haven't you become a bully of women?

Chen Cheng: "...... don't say that you don't know that we are angry, you are so angry!"

Liu Fei said again: "I think the two of you seem to have hemorrhoids and can't sit still, Lin Han, send off the guests quickly." ”

Lin Han immediately got up.

The door to the conference room was opened.

It shows the meaning of chasing customers.

Wait until the people of the Xuanmen throw off their sleeves and leave.

Ma Weiwei and the others looked at Lang Zongyi, who closed his eyes again, and did not disturb him very tacitly.

When they waited until the conference room, there was only Lang Zongyi alone.

Lang Zongyi opened his eyes suddenly.

His pupils constricted.

Apparently suffering a great deal of mental torture.

At this moment, the ornaments in the conference room were manipulated and shaken by an invisible force.

Lang Zongyi took out a syringe in his pocket, and in the metal syringe was a beautiful blue potion.

Can suppress his bestial physique.

Don't let his blood riot.

When the blue potion was slowly injected into Lang Zongyi's wrist into his body, the ornaments around him did not have the fate of being broken.

Lang Zongyi, who rolled up his sleeves, revealed the lean and explosive muscle lines of his arms, and the whole person went from lazy to meticulous for only a moment.

His eyes were dark.

The number of riots is increasing.

Seemingly.

He's going to be ready early.

Lang Zongyi tossed the mobile phone screen with one hand.

I searched and found Yan Jiu's shop.

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At that time.

Yan Jiu wears sunglasses.

Getting sunbathed in the yard.

Her PK was a failure.

But the thriller anchor is a gag.

More and more people are paying attention to her.

In disguise, her heat increased.

Rare weekend.

Yan Jiu gave the employee a holiday.

I didn't want to secretly work overtime to surprise everyone.

this day.

She has a slightly hot stinky tofu on her left hand, a series of comic books on her right, and the third episode of a Mary Sue comic in her hand.

The onlookers in the live broadcast room on this day were too addicted, and they didn't laugh when they followed Yan Jiu, and they weren't bored.

[There is a feeling that the years are quiet. 】

[This warm little atmosphere, am I on the wrong channel? ] Not sure, take another look. 】

[Nine Masters: I draw a bet with the gods, and bet on your heart for a moment. 】

[Jiu Ye, who doesn't speak, loves love. 】

[The anchor is good, but he has a long mouth. 】

[The user "I" has applied to you for forced marriage! 】

[The one in front is thinking about P eating, and the anchor is everyone's! ] 】

[Okay, that faceless beauty is mine.] 】

[That's it, fighter, I'll marry one and you marry one, fair, right? ] Where can I get the certificate~]

[Welcome to the large-scale daydreaming scene.] 】

None of the viewers in the live broadcast room were bored, but they enjoyed such a peaceful time.

seemed to be looking at Yan Jiu.

The whole person can be sublimated.

Until there was a netizen who had a new entry into the live broadcast room.

[Does Jiu Ye also chase comics? ] 】

[I'm new here, can you please ask the anchor to see when the comic book author I am chasing will be updated, will it be finished? ] 】

[Sister paper, you dare to ask Jiu Ye to see people!? 】

[A certain comic book author: Don't mind!] 】

Yan Jiu's afterglow saw an exclamation point.

She flipped through the comments.

I immediately understood the reason.

Click on the comic author that netizens said.

The ID is called "June's Left Hand", and its author is a two-dimensional hand-drawn circle touch.

Yan Jiu didn't want to click on the other party's dynamics.

Saw a few short videos of creative clips.

System Panel: [Ding!]

Subject: Moon's left hand,

Remarks: Quality customers,

Mortality rate: 94%,

Time of death: After the 834th stealing of the drawing.

Hosts are advised to pay attention now! 】

System: [Every time there is plagiarism, there is a plagiarized person, Amen.] 】

Yan Jiu looked at the comic book in her hand and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that the author of her comic book had not plagiarized.

She then looked at "June's left hand".

Count the life deeds of the other party.

At that time, netizens saw Yan Jiu's state in the live broadcast and were startled by their own brain supplements.

[Look at the appearance of the anchor, there is a situation! ] 】

[The defense is broken. 】

[It's over, Barbie Q.] 】

[There is a sense of foreboding......]

Netizens in the live broadcast room saw Yan Jiu start to knock on the tablet through their mobile phones.

Their hearts beat to the sound of the keys.

[@六月的左手, plagiarist, do you need a standing ticket to leave the earth?] Let your brain-dead fan subsidize you for five cents, and if you don't leave, you will never be able to leave. 】

The "left hand of June", who was playing with his mobile phone and waiting for the birthday party, heard the sound of dripping from his mobile phone.

He thought it was a writer he hired to paint it, or that the birthday party was decorated.

A little on.

It turned out to be brand new black powder.

He scoffed.

Just about to exit the page.

A bunch of private messages rang his doubts.

[Left hand big, did you really plagiarize? ] 】

[555, I don't believe in collapsed houses! ] 】

[Hurry up and refute her!] 】

[I always believe that the left hand is big.] 】

[What to do, it's going to be big, and I don't know whether to comfort myself or comfort me for a while. 】

"June's Left Hand" looked confused.

He's just copying.

How can it be quack?

(End of chapter)