Starting from the Zhang family of the stolen pen to start the disco therapy

The flames above the stove suddenly turned blue and then spread to the bottom.

Zhang Haike had never refined weapons before, so he added a fire of wisdom to the furnace, hoping that the furnace itself would figure out the right temperature for refining weapons.

The stove gradually turned into red glaze, and the translucent color flowed in the sunlight.

Crack, a dark cloud came in the sky, and heavy rain began to fall.

The flames were about to be extinguished. This rain was unusual, so Zhang Qiyuan asked Axue to blow the wind to blow away the damn dark cloud first.

Then a canopy was quickly built.

Axue puffed up her cheeks and blew for a long time, then walked dejectedly under the awning, howling.

Zhang Qiyuan rarely said anything harsh this time. He just touched Axue's head and looked at the big sun not far away: "Nothing goes well."

Feng Baobao pointed at the awning and said, "Chairman, there is a hole here."

The man with black glasses took a look and said, "Baby, it's hail."

Following the chairman really broadened my horizons. Hail fell in the desert! !

Zhang Qilin summoned the golden Qilin tattoo, and the flowing gold spread to the entire awning, forming a solid protective film.

"Can you hold on?" Zhang Qiyuan asked, tilting his head.

It takes a lot of energy to gold such a large area.

Zhang Qilin nodded and said nothing more.

Zhang Haike felt that he could not hold on any longer, and Huo Qilin could not stand this torture either, so he jumped into the furnace and started to burn it inside and out.

"Chairman, how long will it take?"

Zhang Qiyuan touched the stove and said, "It should be almost done."

Feng Baobao habitually imitated Zhang Qiyuan. Just as she was about to put one hand into the flame, Zhang Qilin grabbed her arm tightly and said, "No."

"Why?" Feng Baobao glanced at Zhang Qiyuan's smooth hands, her eyes full of desire.

Zhang Qilin felt that Feng Baobao had the potential to become the next Zhang Qiyuan. Zhang Qilin had quite a bit of experience with this kind of guy. He would just go along with him. If not, they would definitely do it secretly.

We don’t know what will happen by then.

So Zhang Qilin put on golden gloves for Feng Baobao, and then watched Feng Baobao carefully touch the stove, and asked Zhang Qiyuan while touching it: "Chairman, it's slippery, slurp, and there are lychee plums?"

"Lulumei?" Zhang Qiyuan took out a jar without thinking, then unscrewed the lid, and a fruit flew out and landed smoothly into Feng Baobao's mouth.

The tacit understanding of cooperation is boundless.

Zhang Qiyuan handed the jar to Black Glasses and asked him to continue feeding Feng Baobao.

"Logically, it's time for thunder to strike. If it doesn't, it feels incomplete."

Zhang Haike was speechless and upset: "Ancestor, can't you just strike a thunder yourself?"

Zhang Qiyuan turned his head and looked at Zhang Haike, who was exhausted, with sparkling eyes: "Wow, Xiaoke, what you said is the truth!!"

Then Zhang Qiyuan moved, began to wrap lightning around the furnace, and added lightning into the furnace.

Zhang Qilin carried Feng Baobao away from the stove, and Black Glasses and Zhang Haike also stepped back.

There was a crackling sound, and lightning as thick as a thigh suddenly fell down. Zhang Qiyuan intercepted a part of it and pressed it directly into the stove, making a series of clanging and crackling sounds.

The clouds have disappeared, the rain has stopped, and the sea is calm.

White smoke gushed out, Zhang Qiyuan dug out the knife from the furnace and waved it casually. The mist was dissipated by the knife energy, and the orange-red glazed furnace came out of the oven freshly.

Everyone gathered around to look at the finished product.

"Flame Mountain, Bagua Furnace!" Feng Baobao pointed at the big furnace and said, "Sun Wukong!! He developed the Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils in there!"

Zhang Qiyuan's fingers brushed over the blade and tapped it lightly. The sound was pleasant and resonant. "Not bad, the anti-vibration effect is better. If the craftsmanship is good, the sound waves from the blade can collapse a mountain."

Feng Baobao took the upgraded knife reverently: "How big is the mountain?"

Zhang Qiyuan said casually: "Anyway, the Himalaya model is not very good, the others are fine."

Feng Baobao held the knife: "Where are you shocking people?"

Zhang Qiyuan said without hesitation: "It can shatter a person's internal organs, bones and tendons. This thing is good for shattering beef. It's soft and delicious."

"Really?" Feng Baobao's eyes brightened when he looked at the knife.

Then at this time, Zhang Qiyuan felt that there was something wrong with Tom's heart. He drew a small cross on his heart, and the blood flowing out coagulated into a cluster of blood vessels.

I pinched the blood vessel and put it in front of his eyes to observe it for a while, then put it to his ear to listen for a while, and finally put it to his mouth: "Ah, little Tom, you had a lot of fun this time."

Looking at Zhang Qiyuan and Tom's unique way of communication, especially after Zhang Qiyuan said this sentence, the cluster of blood vessels was sucked back by him, and the cross wound returned to smooth in the blink of an eye.

In order to avoid leaving scars, Zhang Qiyuan hypocritically applied some ointment.

Zhang Haike felt pain in his eyes. He didn’t expect that even after going out for fun, he still felt exhausted.

Working as a fireman outside and being a slave at home as a president, in comparison, being a president is better, at least the title sounds better.

Feng Baobao has always had a unique way of thinking: "How did the chairman manage to make the wound heal on time?" Why did her wound start to heal immediately? It's not smart at all!

Zhang Haike looked at the silly girl and said sadly, "So, the chairman is always the chairman. Baby, you will never be the chairman in your lifetime."

It is enough for our chairman to have this one!!

You must not be the next Zhang Qiyuan!!!

Zhang Qilin received Zhang Haike's signal and took the initiative to say, "Let's go and meet up."

Zhang Qiyuan did not object, but he did not want to put the glazed stove into the space. He insisted that Zhang Xiaoliang push it for him while he lay in the stove to sleep.

Listening to the rustling sound of the sleep-inducing sound, I leaned on the white tiger cushion and actually took a nap for a while.

When they found the place following the fireworks, Zhang Haike looked at the empty space, full of doubts. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Qilin: "Patriarch? What do you think?"

Did they all go underground?

Zhang Qilin did not answer, but asked Black Glasses: "What did you see?"

After the evolution of Black Glasses’ eyes, they can see some dirt: “I saw a lot of footprints, some of human, some of snake, and some of the footprints of animals that I couldn’t tell.”

As he said that, the man with black glasses squatted down and turned on the magnifying function of his sunglasses again. This is quite useful. Although the chairman is difficult to serve, he can really learn something from it.

"There's black air on the gravel of the footprints, the kind of spots that the chairman had processed."