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

The sparkling gem captured Zhang Qiyuan's heart.

Zhang Qilin breathed a sigh of relief, finally he did not send it to the wrong place.

He felt a little unsure because he had been hiding something from Zhang Qiyuan. Of course, he planned to confess now. Zhang Haike also said that this was the best time.

Zhang Qiyuan was planning to decorate his dress with these gems when he noticed Zhang Qilin's hesitant expression.

"Little officer, do you have anything to say?"

Zhang Haike pulled Gou Wuye to the kitchen. He had become very picky about food and didn't want to eat ordinary meals.

Zhang Qilin didn't look into Zhang Qiyuan's eyes: "Asomatic syndrome."

Zhang Qilin raised his head instantly, and his smiling face suddenly turned ferocious: "In Germany?" In a place full of gunfire and rain of bullets, he had a mental disorder? ?

Haha, he's having a heart attack!!

Zhang Qilin continued to avoid Zhang Qiyuan's gaze and hummed, "Blind, help me."

"How long did it take you to remember it?" Zhang Qiyuan put down the gem box in his hand, "What do you feel when you have an attack?"

Zhang Qilin, who is so young, is sick now?

The Zhang family leader's amnesia is a gift from heaven, but of course, he doesn't know why.

"It's all blank." Zhang Qilin was also very frightened. In an instant he forgot everything and everyone. He was in a daze and had a fever for several days.

Fortunately, Black Glasses had a lot of antipyretic and anti-inflammatory drugs.

Zhang Qiyuan stared at Zhang Qilin. He could feel the other party's well-hidden trembling: "Don't worry, let the big black rat follow you in the future."

Well, that’s settled.

This is how the big black rat is used!!

"Also, if you don't want to use the Zhang family's name when you are active in the country, you can use the Longhu Mountain name."

Zhang Qilin nodded slightly, took a sip of hot tea, and began to daydream quietly.

With Zhang Qiyuan around, he would feel much more at ease.

Not in the mood to admire the gems, Zhang Qiyuan put away the box of gifts and then dragged Zhang Qilin out for a walk.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I went out, I smelled the fragrance of food.

"Is the chef from the Wu family here today?" Zhang Qiyuan moved towards the kitchen with firm steps.

Seeing that Zhang Qiyuan didn't seem angry, Zhang Haike exchanged glances with Zhang Qilin, and it seemed that he had successfully confessed.

With a long sigh of relief, Zhang Haike, who had been worried and nervous, felt much more relaxed. He had the leisure to chat with Zhang Qiyuan: "I borrowed this cook from Zhang Qisan."

"Wow, his chef cooks delicious food. I've eaten there several times." Zhang Qiyuan would occasionally follow Yin Xinyue to Zhang Qisan's place to eat, although Zhang Qisan could sometimes be sarcastic.

Master Gou Wu just came back from outside, his face full of joy: "We found the trail of the wild dog king!"

Zhang Qiyuan came forward and asked, "Are you going to catch the dog?"

"What do you mean by catching? I'm inviting you. I'll serve you good wine and good food. I can easily deal with any wild dog king." Dog Fifth said confidently, "Chairman, do you want to come with us?"

Zhang Qiyuan said firmly: "Go! I will go too, and we will lead the troops for you!"

Zhang Qilin, who was suddenly cueed, said: “Yeah.”

Lord Gou Wu nodded, thinking that with Zhang Qilin, the dog-summoning holy body in his hands, he might be able to do something big!

The four people had their fill of food and drink, and the wine they drank was the wine that had just been brought.

Gou Wuye was not used to drinking foreign things, so he finally took a bottle of Lao Baigan and said, "This is strong enough!"

Zhang Haike and Zhang Qilin didn't drink white wine, they just followed Qianqian and drank a glass of wine.

The Zhang family generally dislikes the feeling of being numbed by alcohol, which makes them lose their vigilance.

Zhang Qiyuan took a sip of white wine. It didn’t taste very good, but after drinking one glass, his whole body felt warm.

"This... wine is really strong!"

Zhang Haike blinked his eyes: "Are you drunk already?"

"He has never drunk white wine." Zhang Qilin explained.

Gou Wuye poured himself another glass of white wine and laughed at Zhang Qiyuan's alcohol tolerance: "Only one glass! You have a poor alcohol tolerance!"

Zhang Qiyuan couldn't bear to hear this. His head felt dizzy and the figures in front of him were blurry. He rubbed his eyes and tried his best to suppress the urge in his heart.

When Zhang Qilin saw Zhang Qiyuan's look, he knew that something was wrong.

When Zhang Qiyuan goes crazy, no one can stop him.

While Zhang Qiyuan was still busy, Zhang Qilin and Zhang Haike planned to squeeze him unconscious. However, just as Zhang Qilin was about to make a move, Zhang Qiyuan grabbed his arm.

The two men started fighting and the table was almost overturned.

Uncle Gou Wu was wearing his coat and watching the two guys fighting in the yard. It was a dark and cold day, but they were really fierce!

Zhang Haike did not intervene rashly. He followed Gou Wuye and watched the battle.

After fighting for a while, Zhang Qiyuan was the first to break the moral code of martial arts and used magic to immobilize Zhang Qilin.

What happened next was even more bizarre.

"Quick! Golden light!" Zhang Qiyuan urged the Golden Light Spell, and the golden light flashed into the eyes of Gou Wuye again, "Little official! I have become a little golden man!"

Zhang Qilin, who was struggling to be restrained, felt hopeless and had to accept his fate as expected. He had to use the power of the Golden Qilin and turned into a little golden man.

Zhang Qiyuan was very happy: "Two little golden men! Zhang Haike! Little guest! Set off fireworks! Quick! Red fireworks! Bang bang bang!!!"

Seeing that he could not escape and the clan leader was in danger as well, Zhang Haike could only run out to cooperate with Zhang Qiyuan. The Fire Kirin's talent was fire, and the rising flames looked like a long fiery red snake.

Zhang Haike manipulated the red tongues of fire to move, looking like a juggler.

Finally, the drunk dog Wuye also joined in, pulling his dog companion and playing music.

Zhang Qiyuan could understand dogs barking, so he started arguing with a few dogs.

Zhang Qilin, who could also hear the dog's talk, breathed a sigh of relief. He finally diverted his attention. He left a golden Qilin shadow in place and slipped away quietly.

Zhang Haike looked at the clan leader's handsome back with resentment, and also wanted the tattooed phantom to replace him, but he was unable to activate the Fire Kirin's phantom to appear now.

The exhausted Zhang Haike couldn't activate the flames, so Zhang Qiyuan kicked Zhang Haike's calf: "You are so useless! Watch me!!!"

The fierce fire curse! The flames are blazing!

Amid the roar of Lord Gou Wu, the Wu family was surrounded by flames. The spreading sea level rose from the ground and swelled in the wind. The whole city of Changsha could see the playful dance of the flames.

Wu's men rushed to put out the fire, but ordinary water could not put out the fire.

Dog Wuye listened to the shouting outside and stared at Zhang Qiyuan blankly: "It's over! It's all over!!"

Zhang Qiyuan laughed strangely, waving the little stick vigorously: "I, Long Aotian, am humiliated today. Don't look down on the poor young man!!"

"Haha, little Long Aotian, you are actually showing off in front of me, Zhao Ritian!" Zhang Qiyuan changed his voice, sounding particularly greasy.

“I, Ye Liangchen, refuse to accept this. Wait until I conquer this vast land!” Zhang Qiyuan changed into a young boy’s voice and roared, “What can I do about the beautiful scenery and beautiful weather? My fate is in my own hands!! Hahahahahaha!”

Zhang Haike had never seen such a scene before: "Chairman, is this a split?"

He pulled Gou Wuye away from the flames, but did not dare to get within three meters of Zhang Qiyuan, for fear of being chopped by the sword.

Seeing the raging fire at the Wu family's house, Zhang Qilin hurried back. The steaming sea of ​​fire stopped many people.

Zhang Haike ran out first carrying the dog Wuye. Fortunately, he did not use all his strength when performing the acrobatics, otherwise he would have been burned to death.

Gou Wuye was still thinking about his dog. When he sobered up, he looked at the dog that ran away and burst into tears in pain.

"Hurry up and make him stop!" Gou Wuye grabbed Zhang Qilin's arm, "Hurry up and think of a solution!"

Zhang Qilin transformed into a little golden man again and rushed into the sea of ​​fire. Seeing Zhang Qiyuan having fun with his role performance, he approached Zhang Qiyuan with a tired heart: "A Yuan, it's me."

Zhang Qiyuan was immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself. He couldn't hear Zhang Qilin's voice now, but he saw a little golden man.

“Golden Christmas tree!!!”

Zhang Qilin said woodenly: "I am a Christmas tree."

Zhang Qiyuan was happy, there was a talking Christmas tree: "It needs some watering, the Christmas tree is a little short."

Zhang Qilin always felt that he was being implied.

"Clear springs are like water!"

Several clear spring spells were cast at the same time, and it was as if a big hole had cracked in the sky, and water poured down in torrents.

It is suspected that the Milky Way falls for nine days.

Put out the fire.

There were no casualties. The fire covered the Wu family's yard, and the walls of the room were just blackened by smoke.

Zhang Qilin was drenched in water and swore that he would never let Zhang Qiyuan drink again.

In the end, the farce ended with Zhang Qilin being planted in the pond.

After Zhang Qiyuan fell asleep exhausted, Zhang Haike and Gou Wuye evacuated the crowd, and the dark night returned to silence. Zhang Qilin pulled his legs out of the mud and swam ashore dripping wet.

He wiped the water off his face.

A crack appeared on Zhang Qilin's handsome and calm face. He hated himself for running away halfway and not keeping an eye on Zhang Qiyuan. On the way back to the house in the cold wind, he cursed in German.

Well, the dirty kind.