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"Situ Mansion, South Street, Mayfly Town, was robbed by thieves, and a total of 56 people in the whole house were killed and killed. The incident should have happened three days ago, but it broke out today. Although the bodies have all been buried, there is still no clue about the case. The ghost in the house is not gone, and the yin wind is gusting, which is suspected of disturbing the yang world. ”

On the top floor of the Crystal Palace, Ao Yan pinched his eyebrows and looked at the file that came from the report, and couldn't help but have a headache.

Originally, this file only needed to be informed to him, and the full authority to deal with it was handled by Yang Si and the county commander Hua Xuejian.

But he handed over this file directly to himself, for no other reason, but because the unjust soul in it could not be revealed, and the resentment was very heavy, and it had disturbed the yang world, and this unjust soul should be controlled by Yin Siming.

But the original rule was that the boundary between yin and yang and shemales could not be crossed.

Since then, this case has stimulated the contradictions in the division of Ao Yan's power, and it is difficult to decide the fate of the two divisions of Yin and Yang, so it can only be handled by himself, the political secretary.

Who told him to belong to the interior of the country?

Ao Yan's headache is not this, but this is just a relatively typical example these days.

If you look at the crystal desk, you can see that there is a lot of copywriting to deal with. There are all big and small things in these copywritings, without exception, they all involve this contradiction, and their subordinates dare not cross it, so they all throw it to themselves.

How could Ao Yan be willing to deal with the more than 400 copywriters on this table one by one?

He was willing to find a way to solve the contradictions, and then threw these things to his men.

"It's a contradiction in the separation of powers. The voice of the old man on the side came.

"Hmm......" Ao Yan lay on the crystal master chair, stretched out his legs, looking at the ceiling that was completely transparent and could be seen at the top.

"I thought you kid was a county god, but it turned out that it was nothing more than that, and you had to take care of this little thing yourself. It's just a matter of taking care of it yourself, and I can't make up my mind for a long time. If you can't make it, forget it, you're still complaining there. It's okay to complain about the sky......"

Listening to this chattering voice, Ao Yan turned around. His eyes looked faintly at a corner of the room.

There, a big black turtle was lying on the ground, fiddling with a perpetual motion ball, and from time to time his eyes poked into a large sand table in front of him, carefully observing the terrain of Hunyou County and so on. Tired of watching and playing, he continued to lie on the ground, stretched out his head and buried it in a large crystal bowl next to his head, chewing the delicious and rich chilled aquatic plants inside.

Isn't this the "Daben" that Ao Yan picked up?

The only difference from the previous one was that it had a golden sword mark on its forehead, which meant that it was now Ao Yan's subordinate.

Feeling Ao Yan's gaze, the big turtle didn't continue.

"Huh. You are a broken turtle, a dead turtle, you sleep all day except for eating, and I haven't settled accounts with you yesterday when I went to peep at Wenwen taking a bath. You say what else are you going to do besides being able to break around, this city god is working hard, what about you? I think no one likes to drink your soft-shelled turtle even if it is used to make soup. Ao Yan squinted, and said lightly.

The old turtle was sarcastic, stood up, and said with a moving pace: "You are also called an errand?" Are you telling a joke to make me happy? You won't be able to deal with any small or big thing with sesame mung beans? It's a matter of personal ability, tsk......"

"Oh?" Ao Yan showed an extremely disdainful expression on his face: "Do you mean that the ability of this city god is not enough for you? But have you ever thought about how this official would become a city god if he didn't have the ability......?

"Poofha...... Do you still call it a skill?" the old turtle patted his belly with his paws, making a belly shape. Leaning up to the ceiling and laughing: "The six divisions have their own functions, but what are you calling them? It's true that you don't interfere with each other, but the ultimate goal is to run the Crystal Palace, not to disgust yourself like you stupid boy......"

Ao Yan shot like the wind. grabbed the old turtle's neck, pinched off the nonsense under it, and said lightly: "You can do it, you can come." If you want to say it, I will say it too, I don't speak too well than you, don't talk nonsense if you don't really have a gun. ”

After speaking, Ao Yan threw the old turtle to the ground.

The old turtle stood up from the ground, and was so angry that Ao Yan's words were irrefutable, Wang Bayan stared at Ao Yan with wide eyes, but Ao Yan looked at it with drooping eyelids.

Ultimately......

"Hmph, young man, dare to say that Master Turtle has no ability, and today I will let you quietly figure out who is messing around. "The old turtle is slow, and even this angry speech is very slow.

"If you make it, the rest is empty talk. ”

The old turtle was so angry that he pushed Ao Yan to the side, sat on the crystal Taishi's chair, dipped the pen in ink a few times, and commented on the copy just now.

"Yin and Yang have their own duties, Yin Si ordered to appease the unjust soul, and at the same time collected evidence, the evidence clues were handed over to Yang Si Ming, and Yang Si ordered to solve the case by the line, arrest the thief to try the law, and convict and inform the unjust soul, so as to do something excessive. ”

After writing, throw the copywriting to Ao Yan.

"How's that? The old turtle patted Ao Yan's chest and said.

Ao Yan called Gui Lux and didn't look at it, he sent this thing out, and said with a mountain of copywriting: "Who wouldn't handle a copy?

"Whew...... ......The old turtle was so angry by this understatement of disdain that he stood up with a slap on the table, and spat at Ao Yan with righteous words: "You are just a city god in a small county town, and you have to deal with so many things every day, what about the five sea demon kings and the great sages of the ten directions, and the emperor of the heavens who are extremely poor? If this is the case, who still wants to go to the heavenly official?! Who wants to be the emperor of heaven?! Do you have a brain?! This is originally a problem with the broken operation system that you dug into the corner of the wall and made up of it. ”

Ao Yan stroked his face, gave the old turtle a hairy chestnut to stop, raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "You can come, say that the system of this city god is not good, you set one up for me to see." ”

"Humph!

The old turtle was so angry that he sat down on Ao Yan's crystal master chair again, grabbed the brush and dipped it in ink, pulled over a piece of white paper and wrote it down one by one in a small block of fly, unhurried, and carefully wrote it one by one.

There are more than 500 words on a piece of paper, and a total of five pieces of paper are written, and after the six divisions system originally established by Ao Yan is supplemented and adjusted, he plays with it every day, and many undetailed and vague places are also revised and clarified. After doing this, you picked up a black account from the table and flipped through a few pages at random, and mung bean's eyes were filled with disgust.

What are these records, everything is written down one by one, recorded in a pile, this is still called an account?

Perhaps it hadn't done such a handy thing for a long time, so it scolded a few times and said, "Young man, Grandpa Turtle will show you what the accounts are." After that, he picked up a few blank books again, wrote down the categories on the pages of the book one by one, and after writing, filled in the categories and re-filled the books that were haphazardly piled up on several books.

After the account and system division were settled, the old turtle shouted proudly, and seemed to habitually pull over a copy of the pen to write, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He said to himself, "Why am I helping him do all this?"

Looking up left and right, half of the figure in this room was gone, and it said in its heart that it was not good, he had fallen into this young man's agitation method and stupidly stayed here to deal with copywriting, he must not know where to play. But it doesn't matter, Master Turtle is very capable, and it's not easy to find someone?

The old turtle threw down his pen and rushed out the door, but he didn't think that the door was clanging, and the corridor was full of turtle wrestlers, blocking it at the door.

A big man who was as black as a shadow squeezed through the turtle team and walked in front of the old turtle with a black wooden fork.

The voice was cold: "I'm sorry Brother Daben, the king said, you are not allowed to go out of the room for half a step, we are a hundred wrestlers guarding the crystal palace are responsible for guarding you, and what do you want for the rest, the king said that you can give it to you except for the beauties." ”

"Ahhhh......h

"You, you Yaksha, who is with your brother, even the Yaksha doesn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the turtle master and me, you ......"

The Yaksha is prosperous, and the burly body is in the way of the door, not angry or angry, and the eyes and nose are looking at the heart - ignoring it.

The old turtle was bored with himself, so angry that the turtle's hair trembled, retreated into the house, sat on the crystal master's chair, and began to think about how to escape.

"Hmph, with my wisdom, it's not easy to get out of here, but this little guy is really too cheap, Master Turtle has lived for nearly four thousand years, and he has never seen such a cheap one, and he has sealed them all for me!" The old turtle crossed his chest, knocked on Erlang's legs, lay on the chair and muttered: "Back then, the turtle master of the Great Water in the middle of the five seas came to the Kui Hall if he wanted to......"

The old turtle bragged to himself, looked at the copywriting on the table, and suddenly smiled.

"Yes, so it is. ”

Then, the old turtle picked up the pen and began to write hard, reviewing more than 400 pieces of copywriting on the table at an unimaginable speed that Ao Yan could not imagine. It didn't take long for all the approvals to be made, and the old turtle sent them out one by one.

The crystal palace has a hundred turtle wrestlers, plus a prosperous fortune, and in the end, they were all sent out to deliver copywriting.

In this way, the Crystal Palace was emptied, and the old turtle hummed an unknown tune and swaggered out of the empty Crystal Palace.

walked to the palace gate, took out a black belly pocket and sniffed it, and carefully hid it.

It sniffed in the palace again, a smile appeared in the turtle's eyes, and when it came out of the water, it rushed towards Yun Mengze.

"The kid didn't learn well, and he went to peek again...... Damn, I didn't even bring the turtle master!"

Not long after it left, Wangcai walked out of the back hall, and smiled with a rare smile on his expressionless face: "The king is really clever, guessing that this old turtle will use the approved official documents to support all the palace guards, don't you know that the king wants to let it do this." ”

...... (To be continued......)

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