The Magnate’s Six-year-Old Niece

   Chapter 681 You talk too much

   Allen nodded again and again, "Think."

  Si Niannian smiled, and immediately taught him the first form of "Seven Steps Gong", the mental method of walking with tigers and dragons.

   "I'll demonstrate it again, you should look carefully."

  Si Niannian moved his feet slightly, moved forward quickly, and reached the courtyard wall in the blink of an eye.

   Allen was very interested in this exercise, but still a little worried.

   "The Marathon Organizing Committee has issued an announcement that this competition will use the control radar, and the use of spiritual power and other auxiliary tools is strictly prohibited."

  Si Niannian dodged and came to Allen again.

   "Did you just notice that I used spiritual power?"

   Allen thought for a while and shook his head, "That's not true, but my dad said that many masters can freely control the fluctuations of their spiritual power."

   "Yes, but not all exercises require spiritual power to support." Si Niannian said, and covered it up again.

   This time, her speed was much slower. Ellen looked carefully and did not find any trace of spiritual power fluctuations.

   "Auntie, how did you do it?"

   Allen didn't wait for Si Niannian to come over, and ran over by himself.

  Si Niannian patted him on the shoulder, "Not all exercises must be supported by spiritual power. I'll give you four hours to fully understand the mind. Can you do it?"

   "Yes." Allen nodded.

  Si Niannian left Alan alone in the yard and went back to the living room.

   There was one more person in the living room at this time, Qu Jing.

   "Director Qu, you have become a frequent visitor to me these two days." John's smile revealed a hint of "you are not welcome here".

  Qu Jing seemed to not understand the meaning of John's smile, and sat on the sofa familiarly.

   "John was injured, and we are old friends again. Shouldn't we be more concerned?"

  John glanced at Qu Jing, "Looking at the wounded number with empty hands, is the alliance too poor to pay wages? If Director Qu really messed up so badly, why don't you just follow me, I can always give you a full meal."

   Qu Jing smiled, "I have the addiction to being an official, so I can only barely earn this hard money."

  Bu Chen Su and Zishu were sitting next to each other, but one of them closed his eyes, the other was playing with the computer, and no one paid any attention to what they were saying.

  Qujing turned his head to look at Bu Chensu, "This, is that Bu Shao? Your uncle and I are old friends. My people said that you took something from the Dynasty Bank, I don't know?"

   Zishu put the glass bottle on the coffee table, "Zombie blood, if Director Qu wants it, take it."

  Qu Jing's pupils shrank, and with his folded legs apart, he picked up the bottle and took a closer look.

   "It's really zombie blood? How do you know?"

   Zishu's mouth twitched, with a bit of laziness, "If Director Qu wants to know, I can teach you."

   "Here, drop the liquid there, the brighter the color becomes, the more pure the blood of the zombies is." Zishu threw another bottle to Qujing.

  Qujing opened it and smelled it, "Solution? Why do you guys have this?"

   Hearing the footsteps, Bu Chen suddenly opened his eyes, "You talk too much."

   "Brother Su!"

  Si Niannian walked in, glanced at Qu Jing, smiled, and then sat beside Bu Chensu.

   "I gave the solution to Brother Su, does Director Qu have any questions?" Si Niannian asked.

   "You?" Qu Jing naturally did not believe it. "The solution is the only thing that can verify the blood of zombies. Even the police station does not have it. The equipment of the detective stations in various places is limited. How did you get it?"

   (end of this chapter)