Female President's Protector

Hearing Yu Fujie's words, the corners of Zhang Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and then he laughed at himself and said, "Thank you Mr. Yu for being so considerate of me."

"It's not that I think highly of you, and Elder Zhang is indeed different from ordinary people."

Zhang Yi rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "Then, how come Su Zhiyi didn't go anywhere?"

"After he killed a large number of our people, he seemed to have heard the whereabouts of the treasure, and disappeared without a trace, just like our Great Elder, all of them disappeared!" Yu Fujie's eyes flickered with fear.

Zhang Yi narrowed his cold eyes slightly, a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

The word missing is particularly important.

My master, their disciples, elders, Su Zhiyi, etc., now I know so many people, so what about the ones I don't know?

Is it really a treasure?

"Young Master Zhang, do you still remember that I told you that the Bureau of Cultural Relics found a batch of cultural relics here, but the Catholics came out to snatch them?" Suddenly, Bao Bei thought of something, and looked at Zhang Yi and asked.

Zhang Yi was taken aback, nodded and said, "I know, you also said that your Guoan's actions are useless, what's the matter?"

"I took a quick look last time. Among the cultural relics was a matouqin. We found these cultural relics near Ejina Populus euphratica Forest and Aershan Tianchi."

"go on."

There seemed to be a flash of fear in Bao Bei's eyes, and his legs trembled involuntarily: "This matouqin is very different from the others. The breath on it seems to make people hallucinate. There is hell in front of the hallucination. We must Step in."

Hearing Bao Bei's words, Zhang Yi frowned slightly.

He knew that this was not an illusion, but an aura!

If I guessed right, the Sword of the Gods had also given me this feeling, because the aura was too powerful, and people couldn't help but feel trembling.

"Where are these cultural relics now?" Zhang Yi asked after pondering for a moment.

"Still in the Cultural Relics Bureau."

Zhang Yi thought for a moment, then picked up a special communication device, stood up and walked away.

"Sect Master!"

When the communicator was connected, a sweet but excited voice came from over there.

Zhang Yi touched his nose habitually, and asked with a sneer, "How is it? Are you still used to it?"

"Well, with your deterrent power, they dare not make mistakes!" Ying Lei on the other end of the communicator said with a smile.

"That's good!"

"me……"

Hearing Ying Lei's voice that wanted to stop talking, Zhang Yi was at a loss: "What's the matter with you?"

"I...I miss you!"

In the end, Ying Lei seemed to muster up the courage to speak out.

Zhang Yi smiled warmly, and immediately got to the main topic: "Go to Hongmeng's database to check if there is a magic weapon about a matouqin."

"Yes!"

"Where are you?" After answering Zhang Yi, Ying Lei still couldn't help asking.

"Inner Mongolia." Zhang Yi said softly, "Something went wrong here."

"Well, I'll give you an answer before noon!"

After talking with Ying Lei, Zhang Yi's phone rang again.

"Boy!"

"Old man, what's the matter?"

Zhang Guoxing on the other side of the phone seemed to be so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and then laughed and cursed: "Can't I call you if I have nothing to do?"

"I am very busy!"

Zhang Guoxing sighed: "I know, Bao Bei has told me, and I have already told the chief, the **** prairie, which is where you are now, is temporarily blocked!"

Zhang Yi frowned slightly, and a little puzzled flashed between his brows: "Why do you want to block it?"

"The blockade you are making so much fanfare is actually telling the world that there is an organization called the Wolf of Mongolia to suppress it now, but it will be like before." Zhang Yi said lightly.

"Extreme things will be reversed. The more you are like this, the easier it is to arouse the curiosity of the people. Treat it with a normal mind. Don't make this matter so complicated!"

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Zhang Guoxing fell silent.

"Then you can do whatever you want, but the Catholic Church must be dealt with first, and these foreign forces will never get involved in our China affairs!" Zhang Guoxing said with a wry smile.

"Don't worry, before I kill Su Zhiyi, I will take care of Ulysses. After all, I am a member of Guoan."

At the end, Zhang Yi himself actually laughed.

He suddenly discovered that he turned out to be a member of Guoan, and was still working under his grandfather.

If it wasn't for the point, he would have wondered if those documents were moldy inside the tortoise shell.

"You are not only a member of Guoan, you are also a member of Huaxia. These Catholics want to blatantly steal our cultural relics. You must come forward to solve it!" This is the first time Zhang Guoxing gave Zhang Yi a death order.

Zhang Yi couldn't help laughing: "Understood, long-winded!"

Immediately, hung up the phone directly.

Yanjing!

In an antique courtyard.

The eyes of an old man in his sixties were shining, and the aura of a superior person swept the entire courtyard.

Sitting on both sides of the old man were also [-]-year-olds. Except for some patriarchs who could not come from other places, the patriarchs of the six major families and the five royal families were all here.

"What's the matter?" The old man spoke slowly, his voice full of anger, holding a teacup in his callused right hand, and asked while looking at Zhang Guoxing.

Zhang Guoxing laughed at himself: "How dare this brat hang up on my phone!"

"It's not surprising that a capable person has a capable person's character!" The old man said after taking a sip of tea with a kind expression on his face.

"He said we can't block it with great fanfare, or it will cause panic." Zhang Guoxing sat down opposite the old man and said.

Gongsun Zeliang nodded slowly: "Indeed, now is the digital age, if we do this, sooner or later the **** will be exposed."

"Guoxing!" The old man said unhurriedly, "Did your precious grandson tell you one thing?"

"whats the matter?"

"He is already the Lord of Primordial Mist!"

"Chief, what did you say?" Zhang Guoxing exclaimed when he heard the old man's words.

The other Patriarchs also froze directly.

The Lord of Primordial Origin has changed?

Also, how do you say that it has changed?

"When he was in seclusion, Shangguan passed the position to him!"

Hearing the old man's words, even though these old men were used to seeing strong winds and waves, they were also shocked from ear to ear.

And Zhang Guoxing had a bad premonition in his heart.

Just like what Zhang Yi said, extreme things must be reversed. He has become the elder of Hongmeng. What do people from other families think?

Although they will be jealous and afraid, they will all be aggrieved in their hearts.

You must know how shocking and frightening these four words are.

A child of a secular family took this position?

"Only he is worthy of that position!" The old man said firmly with his eyes shining brightly!