Chapter 317: My Sea, You Should Miss Me

There was a brief silence in the conference room.

Han Yang subconsciously blurted out: "Good guy, this woman is really ruthless!" ”

When he finished speaking, he saw everyone looking at him with strange faces, and realized that it seemed a little inappropriate for him to say this in front of people.

Han Yang hurriedly changed the topic and said, "I mean, Chief Liang just said that he has something to do with the academy, so, this is going to be wiped out?" ”

The others looked at Liang Yan one after another, and the latter said lightly: "It's a bit related, as a person who grew up in the southeast region, the academy is an unavoidable existence." ”

"Because of this, when they tried to use the ordinary people in the southeast as a shield, I understood better than you how serious and bad the nature of this matter was."

Liang Yan looked at everyone and said, "If everyone has nothing else to do, this meeting will end first." ”

"Li Bai, you can pack your things and get ready to go, the others will stay, and someone from the special operations team will come over in an hour, and then work out a specific battle plan for Qichuan Academy together."

"Yes!"

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An hour before departure, Li Bai came to the intersection of Yundu Road, and looked at the small Lingwa shop with dim candlelight through the rain, and he was a little hesitant.

Finally, he turned around and sighed, and left with his peachwood sword on his back.

In the small Lingwa shop not far away, Yang Ning frowned as he looked at the few plates of black things in front of him.

On the first day after making an agreement with the Demon Buddha, Yang Ning finally had a whim and asked the Demon Buddha to cook a meal for him.

Looking at the few finished products in front of him, Yang Ning fell into deep thought.

A few little ghosts also looked at the plates of things and gathered around Yang Ning one by one.

Chen Yamei, whose head was held up by both hands: "Mingming, Mingming!" Come on, there's work to do! Someone wants to poison Orange Orange! ”

Beibei: "This meal is not exquisite at all. ”

Shiwen, like Yang Ning, frowned and said, "Why don't you order takeout?" ”

Sun Dapang: "The taste is a little worse, if you ignore this point just from the point of view of appearance, it is almost the same as Orange Orange after eating black biscuits." ”

Yang Ning took the soul lamp under the purple gold hand bone behind him to the table, picked up a plate of coke-like things, and said, "This master, why don't you come out and talk?" ”

In the shadowy flames on the soul lamp, a man covered with magic patterns from the top of his head to his cheeks sneered, "No, no, I'm fine here!" ”

Yang Ning raised his hand and flicked the soul lamp candle, boom!

Suddenly, the flame scurried high, and the demonic man in the flames let out a sharp howl!

Yang Ning pointed to the plate of black things in his hand and said, "Master, I don't believe Yami when she says you want to poison me, because I think it is not difficult to figure out one thing with your IQ, as long as you are a normal person, it is impossible for him to eat this thing you make." ”

The Demon Buddha screamed in pain as he shouted, "You, you give me another chance!" ”

"It's so weird that you guys cook here!"

"So, what's that thing called? That's right, induction cooker! Isn't it okay to cook a meal and just light the fire? What do you have to do with that thing? ”

"I can't control the heat with that thing!"

Yang Ning put down the dish, picked up the second plate and looked at it, and said, "I'm sorry Master Demon Buddha, I'm a shop here, and I can't have an open flame, only an induction cooker." ”

"Please take care of this matter in the future."

The first plate of food just now, Yang Ning could barely tell that it was a plate of stir-fried vegetables, but this second plate was ......

Yang Ning asked the little ghosts next to him, "What do you think, what kind of food is this?" ”

Summer: "I can't see it, but I know it must not be tasty." ”

Honghong: "Or, I'll just strangle this demon Buddha to death, and change to another chef?" ”

Little bald head: "If you eat this, you'll have diarrhea, right?" ”

Sun Dapang sneered: "Hmph! This thing can directly block the toilet when poured into the toilet! ”

Yang Ning beckoned Sun Dapang into his cloth bag, and in a short period of time, he didn't want to see this little chubby ghost with his own flavor again.

I put down the second plate of food, and I didn't bother to look at the other plates, anyway, they were all pretty much the same, and I couldn't see what was being done.

Yang Ning said to the Demon Buddha in the flames: "Master, the food you cooked this time is very obvious, and I am very dissatisfied. ”

"So, your soul lamp will burn for three more days."

"Let me do the math......"

Yang Ning took out the calculator and pressed it "drip" and "drip".

"The original period of your soul lamp was ninety days, but now if you are not satisfied with a meal, you have to add three days, how much is ninety plus three?"

Honghong: "One hundred and twenty-five." ”

Summer: "Two hundred and sixty-one." ”

Little Turtle: "Ten thousand, ten thousand?" ”

Yang Ning: "......"

Demon Buddha in the flames: "??? ”

"No, fairy, big guy! This idol, let's just say, can't you lose it in the past few days? ”

Listening to the words of the Demon Buddha, Yang Ning was puzzled: "Huh? Why lose it? ”

Chen Yamei: "Yes, why do you want to lose it?" ”

Yang Ning: "I only said that I will give you a day reduction for the food you cook to satisfy me, but I didn't say that I will give you a day reduction every day that passes?" Am I not mistaken? ”

Honghong: "That's right, Orange Orange has a good memory!" ”

Demon Buddha: "......"

"So, sir, have you figured out what ninety plus three is?"

Yang Ning yawned and said, "Ninety-three, there are still ninety-three days left for your soul lamp to burn." ”

The Demon Buddha who was scorched by the flames in the soul lamp let out a long breath, "Thank God! ”

"At least, you're still right."

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Two days flew by, the seventh day of August.

These two days have been busy for all parties.

On the side of the Special Management Bureau, Li Bai led two third-level special services and a team of ordinary special services, and flew to Baixiong with the certificates of joint police officers.

Others have secretly arrived in the southeast and are planning their next move.

On Wensheng Mountain, Qichuan Academy is in a hurry to repair the altar on the Sacrificial Heaven Peak, and at the same time, it has to entertain more and more guests who have arrived.

Lu Yang went to Wen Shengfeng again and chatted with Mr. Big, but the result was the same as last time, and he still broke up unhappily.

Lu Yang felt more and more that this big gentleman didn't care about the life and death of the academy at all.

Coming down from Wensheng Peak, Lu Yang went to the Heavenly Sacrifice Peak.

He didn't go to repair the altar, but to the ghost house where the ghosts used to imprison the heavens were imprisoned.

There are rows of transparent cube glass jars in the ghost house, this thing is called a ghost cage, which has been blessed by the academy with a formation, and there are ghosts of different shapes imprisoned inside.

As soon as Lu Yang entered the ghost house, he went straight to a ghost cage in the corner.

Inside the cage was a filthy sea with the corpse of a decomposing little boy.

In the past, the little sea ghost remained the same as before it drowned, but now it has lost its former vitality.

Seeing Lu Yang coming, the rotten little boy asked weakly, "Why, why did you arrest me?" ”

"I—I obviously saved your people?"

"Why are you arresting me?"

"It's hard for me to be stuck here, can you, let me out?"

"My sea, you should miss me."

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