Do you like sweets and comics? Are you kidding me? If I got it wrong, I'd be stabbed to death by the Marshal's sword.

Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a moment and immediately downloaded many cute cartoon characters, from the early yellow Mickey Mouse to the recently popular Watermelon King.

Interspersed with "Little girl with a gun," "Anthropomorphic blood cells," and "Stray little black cat," and so on.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he chose to send them.

Without saying anything, directly sending pictures is a popular social way nowadays.

The Marshal wouldn't associate these pictures with the fact that Yuanshi Tianzun actually likes comics, a childish thing.

No matter how powerful the scout is, they can't peek into your heart through the screen.

After the pictures were sent, Zhang Yuanqing waited and waited. After about a few minutes, he heard a "ding-dong" sound.

He quickly checked the message.

Marshal: Anything? You have quite a few emoticons.

Zhang Yuanqing was delighted. Being able to say the second half of the sentence meant that the Marshal was in a good mood. If it was just a cold "Anything?" that would be terrible.

He quickly considered and worded it in his mind.

The Marshal likes to kowtow at the drop of a hat, just like the Fu siblings. But you can't kowtow over the phone, and the effect is greatly reduced. Comics and sweets are definitely not going to work.

While his thoughts were racing, he finished his wording and sent the message.

Yuanshi Tianzun: It's been many days since I last saw the Marshal. Your celestial figure on that day is as vivid as if it were right before my eyes, the sword light that cut off the long river of fate is engraved in my heart, and the sword's cry, as clear as a dragon's roar, lingers in my ears.

Yuanshi Tianzun: To the point that when I encounter some setbacks, I shamelessly think of you. Only then do I realize that you are already the greatest support and most solid reliance in my heart. Ah, I'm not asking you for anything, but I feel ashamed of that fleeting thought of mine. The world says I am a peerless genius, fit to be an alliance leader, but little do they know that I am not even one ten-thousandth as good as you.

After sending two lengthy messages, he added an innocent emoticon of an electric mouse.

It's a bit exaggerated, and with the Marshal's wisdom, she probably sees that I want to ask her for a favor. Normally, being more serious and sincere would be more likely to create a good impression, but if I want to ask her frequently in the future, it must be exaggerated, the more exaggerated the better, Zhang Yuanqing thought.

If I ask for help sincerely and earnestly, Fu Qingyang and Fu Xuan will definitely agree out of consideration for Fu Qingyang's face. But you can't ask for help sincerely again and again, because that would make the Marshal feel like she's being taken advantage of, that this Yuanshi Tianzun is a real pain in the ass.

But if you use this exaggerated, licking way, the situation is different. You provide her with emotional value, and she will think, "This person is licking me so much, so I'll help him with some easy tasks. It's just being taken advantage of,

It's aiding and bestowing to a licking dog."

Then once, twice, or three times, it doesn't matter.

Fu Qingyang helped him again and again because Yuanshi Tianzun is this young master's minion. He licks me so much, I have a responsibility to him. If I can't help him, the heroes of the world will laugh at me, Fu Qingyang, for not being able to protect even my minions. Who will follow me in the future?

Qian Gongzi also said that this is about face.

Marshal: Stop with the nonsense, just say it. What's wrong?

You'll like this kind of nonsense in the future, Zhang Yuanqing typed. ....Yuanshi Tianzun: It's like this, I'm in Bagui Province, working on a mission in disguise about the embezzlement of money and a conflict with the Qinghe Division.

He told Fu Qingxuan in detail about how he wiped out the Spirit Union stronghold.

Marshal: It's simple. I'll send an email to the Qinghe Branch later, telling them that you are my person and are working for me. They won't make things difficult for you anymore.

Yuanshi Tianzun: What if they still make things difficult?

Marshal: I will take their heads with my flying sword.

Yuanshi Tianzun: You are the electricity, you are the light, you are the only myth!

Zhang Yuanqing exited the chat software with satisfaction, looked at the three beauties on his left, and raised his eyebrows with a smile: "It's done. The Qinghe Branch won't dare to cause me any more trouble."

Xie Lingxi, who had been worried, smiled: "Did you ask Fu Qingyang for help? No, the Qinghe Branch has a demigod-level powerhouse. No matter how powerful Qian Gongzi's power is, the Qinghe Clan won't buy it. The Qinghe Clan might not even buy the elders' account."

Her family had a demigod ancestor, so she knew how terrifying such a force was.

Zhang Yuanqing smirked: "I sent a message directly to the Marshal. She owes me a favor, and she appreciates me very much, believing that I am more talented than the Demon Lord and more likely to become a demigod."

"Among the younger generation, if anyone can advance to demigod, she believes it is me, so she is happy to establish a good and stable relationship with me. And the quickest way to establish a good and stable relationship is to bestow kindness on me."

The Queen suddenly understood and looked at him with adoration: "Master, you are already so valued by the Marshal. My vision is really good."

While Annie admired Yuanshi-sensei's talent and talent, she also felt a deep sorrow. Yuanshi-sensei's strained relationship with headquarters gave her hope of poaching him, but now that hope has become extremely slim.

How could she, a mere mortal, win over a figure who could make a demigod condescend to bestow kindness and make friends? Unless the Chairman personally took action.

On the way back to the hotel, Jutou Youshenming dialed the number of Poppy's deputy minister's wife.

"Who are you!" A loud voice came from the other end of the phone, speaking heavily accented Mandarin. Be sure to add the book title to Bi Ying or QQ browser for a sneak peek every day with Sanyou novels.

"Sister-in-law, it's Jutou Youshenming from the branch. I'm out on business with Minister Poppy today." Jutou Youshenming replied respectfully.

The Qinghe branch is different from other branches. There are no secretaries or assistants, and there is no complete job system.

Minister Poppy was turned into a landlord's silly son by the Three Purities Dao Ancestor, so he could only call his wife to report.

"Where is he? Why are you calling?" The woman on the other end asked casually.

"It's like this, listen to me," Jutou Youshenming swallowed. "Something happened to Minister Poppy." He told the woman on the other end of the phone what happened, and then immediately took the phone to the side.

The next second, a middle-aged woman's roar came from the speaker: "I don't care who he is, what his status is. I want him to die, I want him to die!!!" Jutou Youshenming smiled bitterly. Minister Poppy is no ordinary member of the Qinghe clan. She is the sister of the current clan leader of the Qinghe clan.

Otherwise, how could the position of Deputy Minister of the Investigation Department, which holds great power, fall to Minister Poppy? This is a position that manages clan laws, and at least a Ruler is required. ...So, in the territory of the Qinghe branch, it's definitely not a joke when this woman wants someone to die. She has the strength and background to do so.

After the roar, the woman said in a rough voice: "Settle things down. If anything happens to him, you will be dealt with together. Wait at the hotel, I will ask Sixth Uncle to come over and deal with that Dao Ancestor."

The Sixth Uncle in her mouth is the real Ruler, the Minister of the Investigation Department: "Yes, yes!"

Jutou Youshenming was nodding and bowing even through the phone.

The woman on the other end hung up.

The car continued to move forward and arrived at the hotel a few minutes later.

This is one of the few five-star hotels in Nanming City, but its specifications are actually only four-star. It is a bit far from the Nanming branch. In fact, there are many cheap hotels near the Public Security Bureau, but Minister Poppy is willing to compromise.

After surrendering to the Five Elements Alliance, the Qinghe Clan has prospered in recent years. Back then, they were just a group of mud-legged people who made a living in the mountains. The Spirit Realm practitioners in the clan worked as bodyguards, guarded mines, collected usury, transported heroin, etc., doing all kinds of dirty and tiring work.

In the 1960s, the two major disasters in Bagui Province were the Spiritual Energy Society and the Qinghe Clan. Later, the Central Court forced the Qinghe Clan's ancestor to submit, and the entire tribe surrendered to the imperial court. With annual funding of hundreds of millions, they turned over overnight.

Now that they are used to a life of wealth, the group of Ergouzi, Zhao Tiezhuzi, and Niu Cuihua started to talk about the overall situation and show off, living the lives of Stephen, Vincent, and Musk.

Jutou Youshenming opened the car door and, with the assistance of Luosifen, helped Minister Poppy into the hotel.

While the elevator was going up, Luosifen whispered: "The Three Purities Dao Ancestor is a senior executive in Songhai. The headquarters will cherish a big shot of this level. Should we notify the Songhai branch?"

Compared with Jutou Youshenming, whose backbone had already been bent by the Qinghe branch, this young executive was more inclined towards the Five Elements Alliance.

"A senior executive is nothing compared to the entire Qinghe branch. Besides, this matter has nothing to do with us. We are here to mediate. If we can't mediate, what does it have to do with us? What good will it do us to blindly interfere? Whether it is the Songhai branch or the Qinghe branch, one fart can kill us." Jutou Youshenming glanced at the dazed and foolish Poppy and snorted, "Money grubber! Don't look at these Qinghe clan members who put on a serious face and pretend to be profound. A few decades ago, they were all mud-legged people, nouveau riche. They used to be so poor that they were like dogs, and now they are obsessed with money."

"Tsk, tsk, 100 million. That's more than all of your wealth combined."

Luosifen looked at the tip of his nose and then at his heart and couldn't speak anymore.

The two got out of the elevator, returned to the room, and threw the dazed and foolish Minister Poppy on the bed. At this moment, Jutou Youshenming's phone rang. It was that woman calling.

A natural, habitual ingratiating smile appeared on Jutou Youshenming's face: "Sister-in-law, what are your orders?"

"Send that dead ghost back." The woman said coldly.

The woman suddenly roared: "Send that dead ghost back to me, now! Do I need to come and pick you up personally? Immediately! Are you deaf?"

Jutou Youshenming was so frightened that he trembled: "Yes, yes, I will return immediately." He hung up the phone tremblingly and looked at Luosifen blankly.

"No, no longer pursuing it?" Luosifen breathed a sigh of relief belatedly: "It seems she is not as tyrannical as you said. She is still rational. Killing a senior executive is not easy to settle." ....“She is not rational at all. Women are emotional animals, and she has been domineering for many years. Expecting her to weigh the pros and cons?" Jutou Youshenming shook his head. "Something must have happened, a big event that can suppress her bad temper."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and suddenly had a bold guess. "That Three Purities Dao Ancestor executive." Luosifen looked horrified: "It was right not to get involved."

"It was right." Jutou Youshenming murmured: "What kind of background does he have?"

The sky had just turned dark.

In an abandoned warehouse in Nanming City, Zhang Yuanqing held a porcelain bowl emitting a thick Yin energy in one hand and a writing brush in the other. His handsome face was full of solemnity. The tip of the brush moved on the ground, and mysterious, twisted spirit seals full of Dao charm quickly took shape.

This is the formation for condensing spirit servants.

He also had two level-six Yin corpses and a level-six wraith that had not yet been refined. He had been thinking that when the Taiyin energy accumulated to a certain level, he could consider refining another Yin corpse.

After careful consideration, he felt that there were too many Yin corpses and too few spirit servants. It was time to upgrade Ghost Bride and Little Funny.

Zhang Yuanqing planned to turn that level-six wraith into nourishment and feed it to Little Funny and Pai Lan.

Little Funny would successfully break through to Saint, and Pai Lan, who was already at the peak of level-four, should be able to break through to the early stage of level-six.

In fact, it would be easier to directly refine the wraith into a spirit servant. What he was doing now was like taking off his pants to fart, completely unnecessary.

But he was used to using Pai Lan and Little Funny. Now Ghost Bride could no longer keep up with his pace. The level-four peak spirit servant seemed to only have the role of cannon fodder left.

Pai Lan herself seemed to realize this and gradually stopped calling him Husband, silently waiting to be abandoned.

Zhang Yuanqing slapped his head. Although Ghost Bride couldn't sleep, he had been communicating with her spiritually for a long time. Abandon her?

So he decided to let her devour the level-six wraith.

But devouring a wraith that was of a higher level than herself was like taking poison, so he needed to carve spirit seal formations to purify it.

When the last spirit seal fell, the Taiyin energy suddenly flowed through, connecting them together. Zhang Yuanqing felt a vast, terrifying power surging in the room.

He immediately beckoned, and a black and red wooden box flew from the corner and landed in his hand.

Zhang Yuanqing used telekinesis to send it into the formation. Then, he summoned Little Funny and Pai Lan. Amidst the mist of Yin energy, a woman in a bright red wedding dress appeared, holding a chubby and cute baby.

"Master!" Ghost Bride bowed gracefully, standing respectfully to the side.

Zhang Yuanqing "Mmm"d and smiled: "Wife, I have prepared a gift for you."

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