spirit walker

Chapter 295 Oolong
Hearing the marshal's questioning, Fu Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and then calmed down in an instant.

"What does the Marshal mean by this? Yuan Shi is not the descendant of the Demon Lord, he has passed the test of the Tiger Talisman."

Even in the face of the supreme leader of the White Tigers, Fu Qingyang is still aloof.

"Rule props are not omnipotent, but there are loopholes in all rules." The female marshal maintained the posture of erecting the document, and briskly shook the women's long military boots on the table twice, saying:

"Yuanshi Tianzun is a good talent, very talented, very good at raiding dungeons, but compared to the devil, he is still a little bit worse, compared to me, the same is true, but the achievements in the super-mortal realm are better than me and the devil. brilliant.

"Based on this alone, he is suspicious to me."

Fu Qingyang raised his eyebrows, "Your so-called lack is your subjective judgment, and I think that grades are the criterion for judging everything."

Faced with Mr. Fu's merciless rebuttal, the female marshal did not get angry at all, and chuckled lightly:
"It is indeed subjective, but there is a connection between geniuses. For example, Guan Ya, I think she is very good, but there is a big gap between the top geniuses.

"Another example is you, I think you are mediocre, but it turns out that your talent is really bad. And the devil, although I hate his character.

"But I have to admit that he is the only person in his generation who can be promoted to a demigod. What he lacks is time.

"It's a pity that the Yuanshi Tianzun you value doesn't give me this feeling. So I subjectively assume that there is water in his record."

Having said that, the female marshal put down the documents and showed her face.

In addition to a head of soft white hair, her eyelashes are also white, thick and curly, like two small white brushes, her eyes are light green, not the green eyes of Caucasians, more like alienation.

Clear and bright, like the most beautiful gem in the world.

Her eyes are big and round, and the corners of her eyes are slightly upturned, making her look very dignified and majestic.

The eyes account for 60.00% of a person's facial features. The eyes under this pair of white eyelashes are peerless.

Like her eyes, her other facial features are extremely brilliant, her face is plain white, with a cold background, her lips are thin and moist, her nose is straight and beautiful, her temperament is not graceful, charming or elegant, but a kind of breathless majesty.

Coupled with those eyes that are as bright as jewels, and with a dignified look, the temperament of being lonely and lonely is highlighted.

This is a woman who can't help but kneel down and shout "Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live".

The female marshal's voice was cold: "You should know that for scouts at my level, subjective assumptions often represent facts."

Fu Qingyang sneered:
"I just think you're out of your mind."

The female marshal threw the document aside, hooked her green finger, a piece of chocolate on the plate flew up by itself, took off her coat, and sent herself to her mouth.

The female marshal smacked her mouth, "That's not subjective. In the killing dungeon, I saw Yuanshi Tianzun use a prop of the demon king, which is not a prop of the night tour god profession. In theory, he is not It’s possible, what do you say about that?”

Fu Qingyang frowned:
"This can indeed aggravate his doubts about the successor of the demon king, but it cannot be used as ironclad evidence. Marshal, I have just been promoted to master, so I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. If you have something to say, just say it."

While he was speaking, the female marshal had already hugged the milk tea on the table to her chest and was sucking it up.

She didn't answer Fu Qingyang's words directly, but said to herself:

"Let me tell you something you don't know. After the death of the Demon Lord, all the props he controlled, including the few things that the leader of the Dark Night Rose and the head of the Taiyi sect wanted, did not return to the spirit realm.

"According to the deduction of the head of the Taiyi Sect, they somehow stayed in the character card. Therefore, the successor of the Demon Lord is very important to the Dark Night Rose and the Taiyi Sect."

After finishing speaking, she glanced at the chocolate candies on the table, and suddenly, a piece of chocolate floated into the air and flew towards Fu Qingyang. In the process, it stripped itself numbly.

Fu Qingyang knocked down the chocolate candy with a wave, and frowned:
"The devil's character Kari, what exactly is there?"

The level involved in this matter is difficult for ordinary elders to know, but the marshal told him without hesitation, "Know the prophecy of the bright compass. The first sentence at the beginning says that the sun, moon and stars will return to their positions. Three are missing and one is missing, how can I return to my place?"

Fu Qingyang suddenly said, "I understand. The Demon Lord controls one of the three supreme items of Ye Youshen. If Yuan Shi is the successor of the Demon Lord, then the Five Elements League will definitely hand him over to the Taiyi Sect."

The Supreme Unity Sect and the Five Elements Alliance are connected with each other, and the strongest night wandering god in the world is the object of the Five Elements Alliance's investment, just like Shura, the bishop of Bing, invested in the leader of the Dark Night Rose.

The prophecies involving the Guangming Compass are too high-level, and even if Yuanshi has the qualifications of the leader, he will eventually have this qualification.

The Five Elements League will not have the patience to wait for a genius to grow to the highest level, and it is still unknown whether it will be able to reach that level.

Unless everyone in the Five Elements League is Yuanshi Tianzun's father, otherwise, from the investor's point of view, it is self-evident how to choose.

The female marshal put the milk tea back on the table, sat up straight, gazed into the distance with her energetic eyes, and said:
"Whether Yuanshi Tianzun is the descendant of the demon king remains to be verified. It's not difficult. I can tell lies that can't be detected by tiger charms. No one can lie in front of my eyes, not even demigods of the same level.

"Bring Yuanshi Tianzun here now, whether he is the descendant of the demon king or not, you will know immediately."

Fu Qingyang's face turned cold, and his dark and deep eyes turned sharp, "Then why don't you do it, Marshal."

The jewel-like green eyes and the black eyes as deep as a cold pool looked at each other for a few seconds. The former was the first to raise his eyes, bent his smile, and said with a light smile:

"Because I want to know your attitude towards Yuanshi Tianzun.

"If he is just a dispensable subordinate to you, then I will personally confirm his identity. He will not die, but his chance will be transferred to the Taiyi sect master.

"If you have the heart to train him and regard him as your confidant, then everything we said today will be treated as if nothing happened after you left.

"After all, although I am the marshal of the White Tigers, I am also your sister."

Hearing this, Fu Qingyang beckoned to let the beaten chocolate fly back again. Tasting the sweet and bitter taste, he said lightly:
"He is my subordinate, a member of the White Tiger Guard, why should I give up the opportunities of my subordinates to Taiyi Sect."

The female marshal looked calm, she didn't seem surprised, she said:

"You should have suspected that he is the heir of the Demon Lord."

Fu Qingyang said calmly:

"Whether he is the descendant of the Demon Lord or not is the same to me."

The Marshal nodded and said:

"If one day his identity is exposed, then you will bear all the consequences yourself, and I will not cover it for you."

Fu Qingyang swallowed the sugar in his mouth, and proudly said:
"He is my man in life, and my ghost in death. I have the final say on how to deal with him. Before others point fingers, ask my sword first."

"Papa." The female marshal applauded vigorously, and praised: "As expected of Mr. Qian, you are so domineering. Having said that, I haven't congratulated Mr. Qian on your promotion to master."

As she spoke, she got up slowly, and with a wave of her hand, the bookshelves, desks, comic snacks, etc. all disappeared.

The female marshal spat out white light from her palm, condensing into a three-foot blue blade, and said expressionlessly:
"Master Qian, who has just been promoted to master, please point me to this piece of rubbish."

Fu Qingyang: "."

At dusk, the setting sun is like blood.

In the elegantly decorated living room, Fu Qingyang's figure appeared out of thin air. He tilted his body, seemed to be unable to stand steadily, and fell tiredly on the handmade sofa.

The handsome and striking Mr. Qian was no longer the same as before, his left cheek was swollen like a pig's head, his right eye was bruised and congested, and two of his molars were broken.

The legs are also discounted.

Shengxue's white suit was covered with sword marks, and it became ragged and dripping with blood.

Fu Qingyang slumped on the sofa, took a few breaths, and immediately saw a golden injection on the coffee table.

Before he came in, there was no such thing on the coffee table.

The original life liquid was ready, this trash woman Fu Qingyang silently picked up the injection, and injected a tube of the original life liquid into the neck vein.

After recovering from the injury, Fu Qingyang grabbed the mobile phone on the coffee table and dialed the assistant's number, with a ruthless voice:
"Get ready to go back to Songhai!"

The sun was gradually sinking into the horizon, and night had not yet fallen.

Zhang Yuanqing handed the handle to Xiaodoubi, sniffed the strong aroma of vegetables, and touched the living room.

The table is full of delicacies, such as steamed crab, black-bone chicken soup, pine sea bass, braised bamboo shoots in oil, sweet and sour pork, garlic green vegetables, crispy roast duck, and stir-fried lettuce.
The dishes are rich enough to be called a feast.

Grandma was still busy in the kitchen, and the shovel and the iron pan made a "ping-pong, ping-pong" collision sound.

Poor Jiang Yuyue was dragged into a strong man, and was imprisoned by his grandmother to work as a helper in a small kitchen.

Zhang Yuanqing picked up a piece of glutinous rice meat and chewed it smackingly, when he heard grandma's voice from the kitchen:

"Yuanzi, is your girlfriend here?"

"Let me ask." Zhang Yuanqing grabbed his phone and sent a message to Guan Ya: "Are you there? I'll wait for you to start the banquet."

Starting in the afternoon, he bombarded Guan Ya with phone calls and text messages, telling her that if she didn't come, the whole family would go to your place.

Guan Ya didn't agree at first, but she was so entangled by him that she couldn't do anything, so she said half-heartedly: "Okay!"
"Half an hour!" Guan Ya replied.

"Half an hour ago you said half an hour, I will wait for you for 5 minutes at most, if you don't come, then change the place to eat." Zhang Yuanqing sent a message.

"Oh, I'm so annoying, 5 minutes!" Guan Ya's message was full of reluctance.

Zhang Yuanqing shouted to the kitchen:

"There are still 5 minutes, I will go down to pick her up."

He knew that Guan Ya would definitely come, and old Si Ji always kept his word, but he was a little hypocritical.

"boom!"

The anti-theft door was closed, and Zhang Yuanqing went out.

On the other side, in the bedroom, a breeze came from the window, and the curtains shook slightly.

The goddess in neon clothes and feathers, and the female ghost in a bright red wedding dress descended on the bedroom.

It was the old clapper and the ghost bride.

The two of them had just appeared, and the handle floating in front of the TV suddenly "slapped" to the ground.

Sandaoshan Empress followed the sound and saw a round and cute baby, crying loudly, running away through the wall, rolling and crawling.

"That's the little spirit servant raised by my husband." The Ghost Bride explained softly.

The old clapper nodded slightly.

She walked in the world of mortals for two days, and she has almost adapted to the changes of the times, saw many novel things, and understood the way of life of modern people.

It is interesting!
It is a pity that many things worth experiencing in her opinion, because she has no physical body, she has no choice but to give up.

——The body of a mortal is not strong enough to bear her possession.

"Husband is not in the house." The ghost bride felt carefully, but she didn't notice Zhang Yuanqing's breath.

Empress Sandaoshan turned her eyes to the desk drawer, where she sensed the crouching pestle.

She came to reality at noon two days ago, exactly two days until noon today, and now it has been more than half a day, and her breath is decaying every minute and every second.

"Hey, empress, my husband has prepared a physical body for you."

Sandaoshan Empress was about to return when she saw the maid Bai Lan, wearing a red hijab, happily opening the wardrobe door.

In the closet, quietly stood a body with a beautiful appearance, exquisite and flawless.

Empress Sandaoshan hesitated for a while, glanced at the direction of the living room, and muttered:
"You might as well taste the fireworks in the world before leaving."

Not being able to eat a meal was the most regrettable thing in the past two days for her.

She only understands three of the basic necessities of modern people.

The old clapper stepped out and hid in Xue Qiangwei's body. The next second, the corpse opened his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes flashed away. His eyes were restrained, not dull and cold.

Empress Sandaoshan stepped out of the closet, unscrewed the door of the bedroom, and came to the living room.

She scrutinized the layout of the living room and the food on the dining table, standing by the table for a long time.

At this time, an old woman with gray hair came out with the last plate of chopped pepper fish head.

Four eyes facing each other.

A look of surprise bloomed on the grandmother's face, and she said:

"Come on, sit down"

PS: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)