A-level spirit master

Feng Ping was awakened by the ringing of the mobile phone.

He suffered from insomnia for too long last night, slept for only a few hours, had a sore waist, and a dry throat. He raised his heavy eyelids and put the phone to his ear.

"Hey……"

"A Ping, it's me." It was Dao Qingling's female voice, a little vague, probably with a cigarette in her mouth.

Feng Ping sat up and leaned against the head of the bed: "Miss Xiao Ming."

"Well, the court has issued a mission, and you are among the assigned personnel, is it convenient to come over?" Mingming flipped through the information, "In terms of salary, the average is [-] per person."

It was just in time for the rain.Feng Ping smiled: "Okay. I'll pack up and leave right away."

"Okay, be careful."

"Okay, see you later."

Hanging up the phone, Feng Ping shook his head, pressed his thumbs on his temples, scraped his index finger along the eye sockets in a circle, and paused in the middle of the second circle.

The image of being entangled with that man flooded into my mind uncontrollably, together with those memories that had been suppressed at the bottom of the box...

"I found out." The man lay on his side, propped his head on one hand, looked at the young man who was deeply buried in the soft quilt, and said with a very serious expression, "Scraping the eye sockets by pressing the temple chakra is more effective in the morning when you can't wake up."

The boy exchanged a look with him, pulled the quilt over his head and said, "Mmm...puhahahahaha."

The man dug him out of the bed with one hand: "What are you laughing at?? Master is teaching you the secret manual."

The boy's eyebrows were curved, and his pupils were shining brightly: "Thank you, Teacher Chi... But your expression just now made me mistakenly think that you discovered the mystery of the universe."

"You dare to tease me." Chi Zhou chuckled, leaned over and pressed down, with a very faint mint fragrance in his breath: "Teacher will teach you something else..."

……

Feng Ping hugged the quilt and looked out the window, absent minded for a long time, his fair neck twisted into a delicate and smooth silhouette in the hazy morning halo

Yesterday's shirt was too wrinkled to be seen. He changed into a pair of jeans and a white sweater, and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a small section of his beautiful and thin arms.Then I put a few changes of clothes into my backpack, and after washing, I simply cleaned the room and went downstairs.

The air is mixed with the fragrance of plants and trees and the fireworks of the breakfast stalls. In the sky, a rising red sun is hidden behind the clouds, and the bus stops and goes.Feng Ping came to a nearby self-service cash machine, called his second aunt for all the balance, and edited a text message: I will pay the rest in a few days.Sorry to trouble you.

This is the earliest generation of smartphones. When he bought it, the price was reduced to more than 200 yuan. Now he can only send and receive text messages and make and receive calls, and WeChat hardly works.Feng Ping looked at the small icon on the phone interface and turned around slowly for a while, and finally it showed that the delivery was successful.

Feng Ping pushed open the door of the ATM, and cast an invisibility spell where the camera couldn't see.

Not far away was a pair of homeless mother and son. The child looked no more than five or six years old, was dirty, and was sleeping soundly in the arms of his mother, with two bare legs.The woman was only 40 to [-] years old, her hair was disheveled, and she had a tumor on her foot. When she got close, she could smell the stench of the two of them.She covered her son with the worn-out military overcoat, leaned against the base of the overpass, and continued to sleep.

Pedestrians on the road are sometimes dense and sometimes sparse. Feng Ping waited for a round of dense traffic to pass, approached the homeless mother and child with light steps, took out a wad of banknotes from the backpack, and quietly stuffed them into the child's arms.

This is the money that Chi Zhou threw at him yesterday, and Feng Ping didn't know how to count it, let alone want to count it.He summoned the windbird on the side of the road and drove into the vast sky.

Feng Ping stepped into the gate of Tianyu Spiritual Institute, picked up a [-]-style bicycle from one side, turned his head, and happened to see a familiar figure.

"Brother Cun." Feng Ping smiled and waved.

"Ah Bing is back."

"Yeah." Feng Ping nodded, his eyes fell on the young man, "Is this the new partner?"

Gu Yan smiled: "Feng Ping? Hello."

Feng Ping bent his eyes: "Hello."

Gu Yan looked at the boy curiously.Seeing that he is a few years younger than him, he looks very attractive, he smiles a bit shy, and the corners of his eyes and brows are gentle and sincere.

Few people like Gu Yan when they meet for the first time, and if they don't hate it, it's considered a top treatment, but when he sees Feng Ping now, he likes Feng Ping very rarely.

It's the kind of very simple, undisturbed liking.Kind of magical.

The three of them greeted each other, each rode a bicycle, and headed for the high office side by side.

The willows with crooked necks on the side of the road swayed with the dry summer wind, and Feng Ping narrowed his eyes slightly due to the direct sunshine: "I was busy with part-time work a while ago, so I missed the Icy Festival. It's a pity to think about it."

"It doesn't matter, it is said that it will be held next year." Shen Cun said.

"That's good." Feng Ping said, "Brother Gu Yan should have matched Mailing."

"Well, praying Ji."

"..." The stirrups under his feet slammed into space, and Feng Ping said, "Well... If I remember correctly, it should be a relatively rare pulse spirit."

He could hear that he was trying his best to say comforting words.

"Don't say I'm bragging, Qizhi Ji is really cute." The old father spared no effort to praise his daughter to his new friends.

Feng Ping also smiled: "If you have a chance, let me have a look."

"Don't do it later, let's do it now." Gu Yan smiled a little shyly.

As soon as the words fell, a half-meter tall elf appeared in Gu Yan's car basket, holding the handlebar with his small hands, his long silver curly hair fluttering in the wind.

"Wow." Feng Ping was amazed and said sincerely, "It's really, really beautiful." He really wanted to hug her, but he was too embarrassed to say so.

Gu Yan and Shen Cun smiled gratifiedly as if they saw their daughter getting a little red flower.

When Jiji heard someone praise her beauty, she tilted her head and admired the wind with a gentle look.

Feng Ping couldn't help riding close to Gu Yan, his clear eyes looked at Wishing Ji curiously: "It's the first time I've seen a humanoid pulse spirit, but why isn't she affected by the spirit-binding array?"

"Who knows." The leaders couldn't figure it out, and Gu Yan couldn't figure it out even more.

Jiji sat in the basket and played for a while, then flew around Shen Cun a few times, and then turned back to the spirit seal.

The three of them were a little unfinished, and when they arrived at Gao Zhi's office, they still discussed Ji Zhi's beauty and beauty like idiots.

Of course, it was mainly Gu Yankua, Shen Cunpeng, and Feng Ping who were in charge of listening, and they didn't stop until they entered the door.

Gu Yan yelled: "Leader, you have fulfilled your mission, the mission has been completed."

There seemed to be more documents on the desk, almost drowning Mingming. Mingming poked his head out and frowned: "How could it take so long for a male fish with obvious weaknesses."

"Something happened." Shen Cun sighed.

Ming Ming snorted: "I'll write it out in Feng Ling's report later. Now wait a minute, a guest is coming."

"it is good."

The three of them found their habitual sofas to nest in.

Gu Yan noticed that there was an exquisite fruit basket on the coffee table, and a stack of papers beside it.

"Who sent it?"

Ming Ming thought of something, and smiled a little: "Look for yourself."

Gu Yan took the paper, and the other two also looked at it, and opened the beautiful and compact hard card on the top——

Gu Yan greatly:

After many days of hard work, [Chief Curse Master Support Club] was officially established~!Applause welcome~~

We never knew that a spirit master could be so handsome and powerful when using spells to fight!Originally thought that the level of combat power was determined at the moment when Mai Ling matched (except Shen Cun of course!), but you showed us another possibility!In the group arena, the endless fighting spirit in your eyes destroyed all destiny limitations and broke all default concepts!What we see is the calmness when swinging the climbing vine, the firmness when casting Thorn Fang, and the invincibility when calling for the rain and wind!It's time for people to rewrite this boring old world, Da Da, let's break a new path with spells!

Love you, refill~

[Chief Curse Master Support Club] Sincerely, everyone~!

"Damn it?" Gu Yan's mind was befuddled.Although he occasionally coveted his popularity, he never thought that he could have a support club, and it was so fast.After reading the small card, I haven't reacted too much yet. I have mixed feelings in my heart. There are touches, surprises, and surprises, and my teeth are a little sore.

"Congratulations." Shen Cun put his shoulders on his shoulders and smiled, "Chief Curse Master."

"Get out." Gu Yan's ears were burning hot, "Stop booing."

"Brother Gu Yan can use the Buried Rain Wind?!" Feng Ping said in surprise.

"That's right." Mingming laughed, "In the group arena, everyone's eyes were broken, and there was a wave of learning spells in the spirit house."

"I can't help it." Gu Yan leaned back on the sofa, and the big brother Fan Zhuquan said, "It's just because I'm too good."

"Look at what's below." Shen Cun said with a smile.

Gu Yan put the card away, and the bottom ones turned out to be hand-painted one after another.The first one is a brilliant gouache painting, on which Gu Yan is sitting on a cloud pocket, his slender tie is blown to one side by the wind, his hands are knotted, his hair is slightly brushed, his eyes are firm and clear, and there is a rolling cloud above the sky. In the sea of ​​clouds, an electric dragon looms in it.

The eyes and brushes of the fans have approximately the addition of filters, and the pictures presented are full of passion and beauty.On the one hand, Gu Yan felt embarrassed, but on the other hand, he wished to shake his legs, do a breakdance, use the microphone and howl twice.

"It's so cool." Feng Ping sighed.

"About." Gu Yan cleared his throat.

A smile overflowed from Shen Cun's ear.

Gu Yan didn't look back, but pushed his elbow back against him, Shen Cun dodged it nimbly, and then leaned back on his shoulder.

"It can be said to be very expressive." Ming Ming moved closer, squeezed beside Feng Ping, and urged, "Turn back."

The next picture is a group photo of the members of the high executive department in front of the ghost house. The ghost smoke and ghosts behind them are seductive. The people in front of the door are laughing and talking. They even carefully painted Feng Ping, who was not there, wearing the same clothes as everyone else. Uniform, free to stretch.

Feng Ping was touched and sighed: "The fans are really caring."

Mingming said: "They came to me specially to get your photo, just to get everyone together."

"You can frame this piece and hang it in the living room." Shen Cun looked at it several times, and obviously liked it very much.

"Good idea." Gu Yan nodded.

"Keep flipping." Ming Ming said.

The third is also a gouache painting.Different shades of dark blue spread out a scene of tranquility, Gu Yan's eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale and weak, and he quietly nestled in the arms of the man.The tall man frowned slightly, his reddish-brown eyes were dazzling and deep, his clothes were curled up, he hugged the unconscious Gu Yan, and walked forward without saying a word.

... The paper is full of lingering meanings of birth and death.

"Hahaha, to be honest, I like this one the most." Mingming said with a big laugh.

Feng Ping also pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

"Damn." Gu Yan pointed at Shen Cun, gritted his teeth and said, "Can't you change the position when you bring me back?"

"Ah, what pose do you want?" Shen Cun felt a little innocent, after all, he couldn't care too much at the time.

"Whatever you want, you can hang me upside down like a chicken, duck, or goose!" Gu Yan frowned and said, "Just don't do any more princess hugs."

"Okay." Shen Cun nodded, blinking narrowly, "I have a chance to try."

Mingming's ears are full of 'postures', and now he listens to what Shen Cun said, and his mind is about to become a sea of ​​mosaics, so he coughed unnaturally: "Look at what's behind."

Gu Yan didn't dare to turn it up again, he had already seen the signs of corruption, and if he turned it down again, there might be even more exciting scenes.He has a little cousin who is a senior rotten girl, and he understands how exciting the things these little girls think will be.Shen Cun is a straight man again... at least he is not a crooked man, after seeing it, both of them were embarrassed.

Gu Yan put away the drawings and changed the subject: "When will the guests arrive?"

Mingming looked at the time: "It's almost here."

Feng Ping asked curiously, "Who is here?"

"An A-level spirit master from the Earth and Universe Fengling Bureau."

Gu Yan and Feng Ping were taken aback.

Ming Ming said again: "You two probably don't know each other, let's introduce each other after we meet."

Hearing this, Gu Yan quietly let out a sigh of relief.Ming Ming knew that he and Jiang Qin and Meng Chen were in trouble, since she said so, she shouldn't be those two idiots.

Feng Ping lowered his head, his original relaxed smile slowly faded away.He and Chi Zhou got back together after joining the spirit house, but Ming Ming never knew... I hope it's not that person.

He really, really didn't want to see him again.

Zheng Lingling's hand-cranked phone rang, and Ming Ming went over to answer it: "Hello. That's right, that's right, let him in."

Ming Ming hung up the phone, annoyed: "There are too many things, I forgot to say hello to the doorman." She sat down on the office chair again: "By the way, Gu Xiaoyan, your support club also sent a few boxes of '666 walnuts' , let you replenish your brain when you recite the spell."

"It's very comprehensive." Everyone laughed.

While speaking, the lacquered and heavy door of Gao Zhi's department was pushed open with his knee.