After becoming a demon hunter, he found out that Lao Gong was the demon emperor

He Lan was tall and had long legs. Song Zheng felt that his height of 1.8 meters was not bad, but He Lan was half a head taller than him, at least 1.9 meters by visual inspection.

He looked at He Lan's bent waist in amazement, and unconsciously tightened the corner of his clothes with the hand placed by his side.

Isn't it too embarrassing to have to be carried by someone so big?Oh, no, that's not the point, it's He Lan, the so-called demon catcher, how could he carry him on his back.

Song Zheng's mind seemed to be stuffed with a ball of paste, and he didn't know how to think anymore.

"No strength?" He Lan turned his head and saw that Song Zheng was still in a daze, so he shot directly and grabbed his ankle.

Song Zheng's hands were soft and his feet were soft, and he lay on his back unprepared.

He Lan stood up, walked out of the woods, and said as she walked, "I didn't expect you to look thin, but you still have flesh on your body."

Song Zheng was unable to complain: "I am 1.8 meters anyway."

Even without meat, the skeleton is heavy, okay?

He Lan weighed it and hummed in a low voice.

It was still early, and there were not many pedestrians on the road outside. Song Zheng was hanging on He Lan like an octopus.

"Brother He, did I... pass yesterday's exam?" Song Zheng thought for a while, this He Lan didn't look much older than him, so it should be fine to call him Big Brother.

He Lan's steps were not in a hurry, but he took a step to go far, and it took only a while to reach the main road.

A black car was parked on the side of the road.

He put Song Zheng on the back seat, and he also sat in.

Tan Gaojie started the car silently, feeling that the identity of the young proprietress should be confirmed soon.

"Yesterday's exam..." He Lan paused and looked at Song Zheng.

Probably because his gaze was too subtle, Song Zheng was a little nervous for a while.

"It's done well, it's just..." He Lan suddenly took Song Zheng's palm. Although the blood marks on it had disappeared, the wound was still there, and the horrible scar was terrifying.

"Next time, don't do it this way."

He Lan's voice carried a certain kind of deep gentleness, and his movements were also soft and unreasonable, as if Song Zheng's hands were not ordinary hands, but valuables bought with tens of millions of insurance, precious ones are not enough.

Let me go, isn't this monster catcher known for being ruthless? No one in the circle knows that He Lan is a difficult person to get close to, so what's the situation now.

Song Zheng is not so narcissistic that he thinks that such a person will fall in love with him at first sight, either because he has a plan, or because others have misunderstood He Lan.

But judging from his attitude towards others, it seems that he is a little difficult to get close to.

So, there is a picture, what is the picture?

Poor and white, apart from good looks, I think I really can't find any advantages.

Song Zheng withdrew his hand without a trace, turned a few times in his mind, and felt that the best way is to keep the idol at the height of the idol, and don't let him fall into the mundane world.

Thus, He Lan found that after just saying a few words, the young man beside him seemed to have undergone a slight change, at least his eyes were not as eager as when they first met.

He clicked his tongue twice in his heart, he was still quite sharp, and it seemed that he was not easy to be fooled.

Then you can only put a long line and catch big fish.

"Where are you going now?"

He Lan pretended not to notice the sudden subtle change in Song Zheng, and asked gently and gentlemanly.

Song Zheng took out his mobile phone, checked the air ticket to City B, booked the nearest one, and waved his mobile phone: "Can you take me to the airport?"

He Lan scanned the air ticket to City B on his mobile phone and nodded: "Then let's go to the airport for breakfast!"

Tan Gaojie understood, turned the steering wheel, and the car drove towards the airport quickly.

Song Zheng asked a little strangely: "Are you going to the airport for breakfast too?"

He Lan nodded: "It just so happens that I am also on this flight."

Song Zheng groaned, and the car fell silent.

He Lan didn't say anything deliberately, and kept a friendly distance, as if everything just now was just Song Zheng's illusion.

After arriving at the airport, they finished their breakfast peacefully, and the two of them sat aside and waited to board the plane. He Lan never approached, and Song Zheng never peeked at it from time to time like a little fanboy.

It wasn't until Song Zheng took the initiative to say goodbye when boarding the plane that He Lan nodded with a smile.

Two people are not in the same warehouse, so they can't meet each other.

"Could it be that I'm thinking too much?" Song Zheng looked at the clouds outside the window, lost in thought.

People are so powerful, what can they plan?

After returning to city B, he made a phone call and went back to the second-hand bookstore.

It was almost noon, and because his hands and feet were still numb, Song Zheng thought about going back to see the old man first, if there was any detoxification pill for the stinky weasel.

However, before stepping in the door, the old man's resonant voice penetrated the house.

"No, old man Qiao, why are you fooling around again? You are deliberately against me, right? Why do you keep shooting at me?"

"If you are poor at cards, you have to blame someone. None of Dongfeng has come out yet. You are the only one who is bold enough to send it to me. Hurry up and give me the money."

Song Zheng's forehead twitched. This old man usually looks very good, but he has no talent for playing cards, but he has no choice but to do so.

This bookstore will be exported sooner or later.

Song Zheng shook his numb arm, put the scarred hand in his pocket, and stood quietly behind the old man.

"Master, do you remember what you said before you went out?"

The old man jumped up from the stool in fright, patted his chest and said angrily, "Song Zheng, are you trying to scare me to death?"

"Hey, Xiao Song came back so soon, have you solved everything for the uncle?" Uncle Qiao smiled cheerfully, his face was full of red.

Song Zheng nodded, looked at the other two uncles who were still sitting at the poker table, and rubbed his forehead with a headache, forget it.

Who knew that at this moment, the old man's face sank for some reason, and he said calmly: "Let's come here today, and we will make an appointment tomorrow."

"Okay, Xiao Song is back, hurry up and find something to eat, we are all leaving."

Several old men went out one after another. Luo Fujiang waved his hand and closed the shop door with a bang. He turned around, changed his usual rage, and asked in a cold voice, "Are you awake?"

Song Zheng looked at the old man's serious expression, and asked in puzzlement, "I'm awake, what's the problem?"

Old man Luo stretched out his hand and pulled out Song Zheng's palm hidden in his pocket, snorted, and then went into the inner room.

Song Zheng didn't understand why the old man was angry. Although he used the awakening sword for the first time, he didn't lose face by missing it.

The old man Luo came out with a bottle of medicine, and roughly brushed his palm, and the medicine powder went down as if he didn't want money.

"Master, are you angry?" Song Zheng knew he was very angry just by looking at him.

Luo Fujiang seemed to be too angry to speak: "Did I ever say that you can't wake up the sword until the moment of life and death?"

"Yesterday was also quite dangerous. Apart from losing a little blood, I didn't feel uncomfortable at all."

"You're pretty good at talking back."

Song Zheng silently closed his mouth, silence is golden.

I don't know what the ingredients of this medicinal powder are. Not long after it was sprinkled, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Song Zheng snatched the bottle of medicine: "Master, this is a good thing. I haven't seen you use it for me before?"

If Luo Fujiang had a beard, he could probably use the adjective blowing beard and staring.

"Song Zheng, I found that your wings are hardened now. Apart from talking back, you have also learned to commit crimes, right?"

Song Zheng shook his head innocently: "Wrong!"

Luo Fujiang snorted, turned and entered the inner room.

Song Zheng followed: "Master, you haven't told me why you can't wake up the sword?"

Old man Luo shook his head: "It's nothing serious, just don't use it indiscriminately in the future."

Song Zheng: "Really?"

Luo Fujiang: "Really, don't you believe Master's words?"

Song Zheng: "Let me."

No wonder!

If this old man were to become an actor, he would definitely be third-rate.

I don't know what was mixed in this medicinal powder. Not to mention the wound healed, the toxins that were originally left in the body seemed to have disappeared.

The numbness in hands and feet didn't reappear, so Song Zheng didn't bother to speak out about the poisoning.

Originally, he wanted to tell the old man that he was looking for an accountant, but the phone rang.

Song Zheng looked at it and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

He picked up the phone, and a sweet voice came from the other end.

"Mr. Song Zheng, hello!"

"Hello. Who is this?"

"I am Xiao Yu, the personnel department specialist of the Monster Hunting Alliance. Congratulations, you have passed the entrance examination of our alliance. I also hope that you can bring your ID card and other valid documents to our alliance to go through the entry procedures within three working days."

So fast!

For the first time, Song Zheng felt that the work efficiency of state agencies could be so efficient.

"Okay, I see, thank you!"

"You're welcome, I'll be a colleague from now on. I'll send the address of the alliance to your phone later, and I hope you will give me a five-star praise for this service, thank you!"

Song Zheng was still a little dazed until he hung up the phone. These days, national units also have five-star praise?

"When did you take the test?"

Luo Fujiang suddenly made a sound.

Song Zheng thought for a while, and said seriously: "It's a long story."

He talked about the important things he encountered in T City. As for the poisoning and injuries, and the unimportant things like He Lan carrying him, he selectively filtered them out.

Old man Luo didn't object like before this time, but he just told him: "In the future, when things happen, safety comes first. You have grown up, and Master can't influence your thoughts. It's time for you to take responsibility. "

Speaking of which, Luo Fujiang took out a card from the drawer.

"This is all the money you received when you were doing missions for Master, and Master is handing it over to you now."

Song Zheng was stunned for a moment: "Master, what do you mean by... are you going to drive me away?"

The money... isn't it a bet?

Old man Luo patted him on the head: "You're such an adult, why don't you still cling to Master? My small study is only this big. When you make a girlfriend, get married and have children, you can still live here with me?"

Song Zheng didn't know what to say for a while, but he said in a low voice: "No... isn't it still early, besides, I don't have any place to spend the money?"

Luo Fujiang looked at him with a look of disappointment: "This is for you to buy a house. Do you know how hard it is to find a wife now? Don't be like your master. You will be a bachelor all your life. Having a house is more important than anything else."

Song Zheng had mixed feelings in his heart. He always thought that the old man had lost all his money, but he didn't expect to save the house money for him.

He put the card on the table: "Master, I will earn the money myself, and I will keep this for you. When you get older, you will have fewer tasks in the future. Just leave it to me if you have anything to do."

Luo Fujiang looked at Song Zheng who was already half a head taller than him, and sighed: "In the blink of an eye, you are so big. When the master adopted you, you were still a little bean?"

Why are there so many emotions today.

"Here's the money, you earned it in the first place. It's true that your master hasn't kept any deposits for so many years, and you underestimate me too much. Take the money and leave quickly. Don't delay my afternoon session. Get lost."

Luo Fujiang stuffed the card into Song Zheng's pocket, pushed him out the door.

Song Zheng always felt that something was wrong with the old man today, but he didn't know how to describe it.

He put the card in his pocket, thinking about turning around and stuffing it back, he waved his hand: "Then I'll go back to school first."

"Well, let's go, don't run home if you have nothing to do, look at the real estate when you have time, otherwise you won't be able to marry a wife in the future."

"Don't worry about it, I'm leaving."

Song Zheng waved his hand and went back to school with a lot of questions in his head.

Finally, I came to a conclusion: probably the old man had a cramp in his head.

I'm not used to such a provocative master!

It's just that this address is a bit strange!

Song Zheng looked at the text message he had just received on his phone, and was stunned.

Is this monster hunting alliance actually in the mountains?

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