Overthrow the system, the boss behind the scenes, don't run away

Feng Pipi was filled with anger and had no place to vent, so she screamed like a madman.

The second brother stood still and said, "Ma'am, calm down."

Feng Pipi said, "Okay, I'll calm down. I want to apply for a replacement artificial intelligence service system that is a little more humane and flexible. Is that okay?"

The second brother apologized without any apology: "Sorry ma'am, no, because I didn't make any mistakes, the group will not agree to you replacing me!"

Feng Pipi took a deep breath and said calmly:

"Brother, I almost died because your system doesn't know how to adapt. If I die, won't your company's project fail?"

The second brother said: "It's okay, ma'am. The group will find a new host for me and I can do this project again..."

This is like having a basin of cold water poured over your head!

Feng Pipi blurted out: "Damn... I'm dispensable and replaceable by anyone, right?"

Second brother: "For the time being, yes. Unless you make yourself irreplaceable, generally speaking, the world can function normally without anyone..."

A basin of cold water is not enough, this is just pouring salt into the wound.

Feng Pipi was tired and didn't want to talk to her second brother anymore.

The second brother felt that Ms. Feng had been hit hard, and it was necessary to find something good to boost morale. He said:

"Ma'am, there is good news from the system. Do you want to hear it now?"

Feng Pipi said unhappily, "If you have something to say, just tell me. Why are you keeping me in suspense?"

The second brother began to report: "In the battle with the Black Mountain King, you directly killed eleven demons, and the group rewarded you eleven thousand."

I spent 17,000 yuan and got back 11,000 yuan. Is it worth being happy? Feng Pipi is too lazy to say!

The second brother continued, "Tang Ming killed five demons while finishing off the enemy. Three more demons died after they ran back to the Demon Realm due to lack of timely treatment. I have already applied to the group to count these eight demons as yours and I will reward you with eight thousand..."

Feng Pipi counted on her fingers and found that not only did she get her money back, she also made a thousand dollars!

She traded her life for 1,000 yuan, shouldn't she buy 800 yuan worth of firecrackers and set them off? Really, what's there to be happy about?

Life is tough in this world. Being a princess you can’t even enjoy life. It’s too hard!

"Ugh……"

Feng Pipi's "Ah" was a sound, and the disciple who was guarding her bedside said in surprise:

"Princess Mian, Princess Mian, the princess is awake!"

Tong Xiaoming, who was concentrating on handling official business in the next room, was startled and shouted:

"Isn't it only a matter of time before Princess Mian wakes up? Why are you panicking? You're making a fuss out of nothing. You're not calm at all!"

Feng Pipi was frightened by the teacher's tone. She opened her eyes and saw another unfamiliar environment and people.

Jinbao, the young disciple of Xuanhu Sect, was scolded by the Sect Leader so much that he dared not say a word. He just stared at Feng Pipi with his eyes wide open.

Those big eyes are so watery that even Feng Pipi is envious.

Qi Ye, who was drying medicinal herbs outside, came over following the sound, and the sect leader Tong Xiaoming also staggered in.

Feng Pipi went from being stared at by one person to being stared at by three people. She asked helplessly, "Do I look good?"

Jinbao stammered, "Good, good looking!"

"..." Sect Leader Tong stared at Feng Pipi like an old prince waiting to see him.

"..." Qi Ye was very curious.

Feng Pipi said without any modesty: "Thank you for the compliment."

Everyone: "..."

Feng Pipi tried to stand up with one breath, saying, "If you guys are watching carefully, please help me up. The bed is too hard and it hurts my bones."

Then Jinbao and Qiye came together to help the man.

Feng Pipi asked: "Whose yard is this?"

Tong Xiaoming replied in an emotionless voice: "This is Guihong Garden in Qiongshan, the villa where Qinglu God resides."

Feng Pipi remembered that she saw Qing Lu through the purple veil before she fell into a coma. It turned out that it was the God who saved her life.

She asked in surprise: "Qinglu brought me to Qiongshan? Where is he?"

Tong Xiaoming stood solemnly, his face as stinky as a jar of straw, and scolded: "How dare you! Do you think you, a junior, can call the God's name directly?"

Uh, this chubby old guy is not a good person!

We must follow their rules when we are on someone else's territory. Feng Pipi was very sensible and quickly changed her words:

"God, God! Where is the God?"

Tong Xiaoming said in a haughty manner, "The Lord God is very busy, how can you just see him whenever you want?"

It is true that the God of Qinglu is not someone Feng Pipi can see whenever she wants, but the God likes to sneak into people's yards in the middle of the night to see her!

I don’t know if this white-haired old man knows about the hobbies of the old God!

She looked up and down the old man who was speaking with curiosity. Seeing that he had a dignified temperament, she thought that he must have been in a high position for many years.

He has a head full of silver hair and doesn't look like a teenager, and his round face has few wrinkles and his age is hard to tell.

Judging from his appearance, she would have believed that this man was the father of Qinglu God. How could this man actually call the God "old man"?

How old is the God? However, the age of a cultivator cannot be judged by appearance, so there is no need to dwell on this.

Feng Pipi asked with a big smile on her face: "What's your name?"

Tong Xiaoming looked at Feng Pipi with his nose and replied: "I am the leader of the Qiongshan Sect, you can just call me Leader Tong!"

It seems that he is a high-ranking official in the sect!

Feng Pipi was full of curiosity. She asked, "Master Tong, I have something I want to ask you for help. Is it possible?"

Tong Xiaoming acted like a mountain master and said generously, "Tell me about it."

Feng Pipi said: "After fighting with the Black Mountain King, Feng Mian knows that my cultivation is insufficient and my skills are not good enough, so I would like to ask you to help me find some books on cultivation or martial arts. Feng Mian wants to work hard to become stronger..."

Tong Xiaoming shook his head and said, "Whether it is the way of cultivation or the practice of martial arts, you need to start from childhood. Not to mention that your spiritual veins are blocked, you are already this old, so you'd better not bother with it!"

...at this age?

Feng Pipi was a little doubtful about herself. A young girl like her was already considered "this old" here!

She specially looked up Feng Mian's information. He was only 19 years old. How old are you, Master?

She also checked the situation of the leader of the Qiongshan Sect. This white-haired old man is now 1,050 years old, more than 300 years younger than the Qinglu God. He was raised by the God.

He also has a cute name, Tong Xiaoming.

Judging from his condition, he either lacks the aptitude for cultivation or is not diligent enough in his practice, which is why he has only reached the Golden Core stage at such an old age and his appearance has become like this.

After all, this person is a lifesaver. Feng Pipi didn't want to refute anything, and just said: "Master, what you said makes sense."

She checked her body and found that she was completely intact, without even a scar, as if she had dreamed.

The medical skills in the world of immortal cultivation are so ridiculously powerful!

But her body was still a little weak, so weak that she didn't even have the strength to use her brain.

If she is weak, food supplement is the best. Then Qiye went to prepare food for her, and Jinbao helped her walk in the yard.

The courtyard of Guihongyuan is not big. It is built on the hillside, and there is a lingering scent of medicine inside and outside.

Looking around, you can see green mountains and waterfalls in the distance and hundreds of grasses blooming nearby. It is a great place to live, work, and travel.

Jinbao said that this was the daily residence of Qinglu God. Usually, only Qiye and the God lived here, and no one else was allowed to approach.

This time, in order to make it easier to take care of Princess Cotton, they were allowed to come here to help.

Feng Pipi looked at the little girl with envy. She didn’t understand what was so special about these wooden houses. Could it be that the little girl admired Qing Lu?

Thinking carefully about the angular face of Qinglu God with eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as distant green mountains, Feng Pipi couldn't help but click her tongue.

The Goddess is indeed a man of superb appearance, and some of the fans are understandable.

At this moment, Lord Qinglu had just finished inspecting the formations and barriers in Zhuyao Wilderness. He was about to rush to Lanxue Mountain when he sneezed for no reason.

He rubbed his nose and continued on his way to see the Wind Controlling God who was kicking his feet every other day.

The Lanxue Mountain is covered with ice and snow all year round. The Wind God, with silver hair and black clothes, is the only living person on the mountain and one of the few different colors.

At this moment, he was lying on the mink blanket leisurely with his eyes closed. He didn't even open his eyes when he heard the voice, and teased:

"I heard that Qinglu God had kidnapped a little princess in the courtyard. How could he bear to let her come to this bitter cold place today?"

Qinglu God said with a straight face: "Zhu Yao Wilderness is not only the hard work of my sister, but also the formation that Fushi God risked his life to set up. Is Yufeng God so lazy?"

When "Lord Fushi" was mentioned, Lord Yufeng suddenly opened his eyes, and in his ice-blue eyes there was a thousand years of loneliness and resentment.

He questioned, "If your sister hadn't changed her mind at the last minute, how could Lord Fushi have used his own life to suppress the Demon Lord? And how could I have become the half-human, half-ghost I am today?"

There was an indelible sadness in the eyes of Lord Qinglu. A thousand years ago, Lord Yufeng lost his best friend, so wasn't he also sad to lose his loved ones?

The God of Controlling Wind can hide in Lanxue Mountain for the rest of his life just to feel sad for the God of Fushi, but he still has to shoulder the safety of the whole world.

He didn't know why his sister made that decision back then, and no one could give him an answer!

Sometimes he really wanted to just stop caring about everything and hide away in his few small cabins, but he couldn't.

God has gifted him with the talent for spiritual practice, and the world respects him as a god, but he is destined not to live for himself in this life.

Qinglu God had no time to be sad, and he would not allow his teammates to become dejected and depressed. He said:

"I promised you that I would bring Lord Fushi to you. When he comes back, if the formation and barrier of Zhuyao Wild are broken, how should we explain it to him?"

The Wind God smiled coldly and said, "Humph, you have used this excuse to deceive me for five hundred years. Five hundred years, I almost forgot what I was waiting for!"

Qinglu God thought for a moment and said, "I'll arrange for you to meet at this time next year."

The Wind God looked at him incredulously and asked incredulously, "He, he's already alive?"

Qinglu God nodded and said, "Yes, it's just that my body hasn't recovered yet! You also know your situation, now is not the time to meet!"