Female President's Protector

It was around ten o'clock in the morning.

At this time, in the living room of the Bureau of Cultural Relics, an old western man was sitting there in a desperate state. A layer of cold sweat had already appeared on his forehead, and the hand holding the teacup was trembling slightly, as if he was frightened by something.

Behind him sat a dozen or so blond men with fear on their faces.

After a while, several middle-aged people ushered in the living room again.

Sitting in the living room, the two groups had the same expressions, and there was a trace of fear in the depths of their eyes.

At this time, Bao Bei and Huang Biao, as the representatives who received the two groups of people, sat there with a calm expression on their faces.

"Well, I want to ask, when will the god of death wake up?" The old man in the west seemed to be unable to hold back, and quickly looked at Huang Biao and asked.

Before Huang Biao could speak, Bao Bei frowned, "If you're impatient, you can go find him yourself!"

"..."

The old man's face froze, he smiled and did not speak.

But there was a haze in my heart, now even a guy who is five or six years old dares to talk to me like this, if he is not the person of the god of death, I have to slap him to death, it is really hateful!

However, he knew that there was an old saying in Huaxia that people had to bow their heads under the eaves.

Maybe he wasn't afraid of the god of death before, but now, the word "god of death" is like a huge boulder, weighing him down so hard that he can't breathe.

He suddenly felt a sense of regret, why didn't he kill him when he was in Indonesia?

At that time, I knew that if he was not killed in the cradle and allowed to grow, then his growth rate would definitely be astonishingly fast.

Today, this is well proven.

Now Zhang Yi, it can be said that no one can control him if he walks sideways. After all, the Lord of Primordial Origin is not something that ordinary people can do, and he has also heard about the half-year battle. This epic battle in the hidden world, Let all the people of the family sect fear him, even fear him.

The initial stage of the quadruple level of supernatural powers!

God!

It has only been half a year, and he is already in the early stage of the fourth level of supernatural powers.

And in half a year, I was promoted to the early stage of the third level. In comparison, I was really too weak.

Thinking back then, he would hang him up and beat him, but now that Feng Shui turns, he hangs himself up and beats him.

If it wasn't for the obstruction of the elder Hongmeng back then, how could Zhang Yi be the present Zhang Yi?

Thinking of this, the old man's complexion was gloomy for a while, and he didn't know what he was thinking, it was cloudy and sunny.

In the depths of his eyes, there was a flash of fear.

Last night, the people under his command said that the god of death asked him to go to the cultural relics bureau in Inner Mongolia in person. Needless to say, he also knew that his subordinates had messed with him.

As for why they didn't kill those red-clothed archbishops and archbishops, it was nothing more than wanting to submit to the demon god like the blood race.

But what can he do?

Even the Blood Race, an organization that has existed for thousands of years, has surrendered. Now Zhang Yi only needs to move his lips, and he doesn't need to take action personally. People from the Blood Race will personally solve the Catholicism.

Seeing Ulysses deflated, Bao Bei was very happy and extremely happy. Of course, he also knew that all this was because of Zhang Yi's shock behind him.

However, the bullying by the Catholic Church these days can finally be released.

Looking at Ulysses with a stiff face, Bao Bei felt very refreshed.

But some people only had deep fear, especially He Chuan, the He Chuan of the Mongolian Wolf, who saw Ulysses as soon as they entered the door, and knew very well that this old man had at least supernatural powers.

But who would have thought that in the depths of their eyes, there was a fear that matched him and others.

Even a person above the supernatural power level is so afraid of Zhang Yi, what are they Mongolian wolves?

You know, even their wolf lord is only half-step in the realm of supernatural powers, and he wants to break through but has been unable to break through.

He Chuan was sitting there, and if you looked closely, you could see his body trembling.

It can be said that among the wolves of Mongolia, I was the one who offended Zhang Yi the most.

But can he be blamed?

A Primordial Master behaves so low-key, but he does things with a high profile. At that time, someone pretended to be Zhang Yi, and the Wolf Lord said that the young man was in the realm of supernatural powers, but he thought Zhang Yi was just an ordinary person, so he preconceived and thought that Zhang Yi He was just an ordinary person, that young man was the real Zhang Yi.

As everyone knows, Zhang Yi is not an ordinary person, but has reached a state of returning to nature, and no one can see his state.

"Master Zhang didn't sleep last night and needs to catch up on sleep, so please be patient!" Relatively speaking, Huang Biao's tone was much more polite.

But he was just talking to Ulysses, he didn't have much affection for the Mongolian wolf!

After all, he saw these people wanting to deal with his sect master.

In a room not far away.

A sense of happiness filled the room.

Luo Qingcheng stood in front of the window, looking down at the busy street downstairs.

Without making a sound, Zhang Yi hugged her behind her, and asked softly, "What are you looking at?"

"The digital age has turned everyone into a low-headed family!" Luo Qingcheng pointed to those people downstairs and said.

Zhang Yi was startled, his face was weird for a while, and then he smiled and said: "In the past, it was the husband and wife who never left, but now it is the mobile phone that never leaves."

"A machine in hand lasts forever, and if it is not in hand, there is no soul. In fact, the ancients already knew it. Otherwise, how could there be the idiom 'the opportunity must not be lost'!"

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Luo Qingcheng couldn't help being stunned for a while, and said angrily: "Put on your clothes, Ulysses is here."

"When you come, you will come. The sky is big and the earth is big, and my wife is the biggest!" Zhang Yi said softly.

Luo Qingcheng was full of joy, and immediately turned around, holding Zhang Yi's face with two tender little hands: "You can talk sweetly."

"Only you can enjoy my young master's sweet talk!" Zhang Yi said quickly, kissing Luo Qingcheng's pink face.

"Didn't you tell Lei?" Luo Qingcheng asked with a half-smile.

Zhang Yi's face twitched, and then he said, "No!"

"Okay, let's go to Xuannv Palace to practice after solving this matter." Luo Qingcheng said angrily.

"Ok!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room.

"Who?"

Zhang Yi frowned.

He knew very well that neither the people from the Bureau of Cultural Relics nor Huang Biao, Bao Bei and others dared to disturb him, because they all knew that he hadn't slept all night, and at most they sent a few people there to wait for him to wake up. Come tell yourself Ulysses they are coming.

But he received a call from Ulysses early in the morning, and he didn't go there even if he woke up.

Now someone knocked on the door, which made Zhang Yi puzzled!

"Me!" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the door!