My Strength Depends on Your Imagination

Late at night.

Wanyang Group is still brightly lit.

Even in the parallel world, migrant workers enjoy 996 blessings.

Wan Jun had been in a bit of a panic for the past two days, but he also heard a piece of news that made him unbelievable.

Lu Datong is missing?

Wan Jun was at a loss at first, and then became suspicious: Lu Datong is a natural master, have you made a mistake?

Because Wanyang Group's original Exploration Department 1, 2, and 3 were all annihilated, Nan Yuhong, the director of the third department, is still lying in the ICU, so standing in front of Wan Jun is Ran Qijie, the former director of the Exploration Preparation Department and the current director of the 1st Exploration Department. .

Ran Qijie said cautiously: There is no mistake. Mr. Wan, this is the news from the armed police detachment. We have verified it with the city police station. The current news is that the disappearance of Mr. Lu is related to a young man named Qin Yuan. The city police The bureau is looking for him as a reference person to investigate.

Are you kidding me? Lu Datong is a congenital martial artist, Qin Yuan just finished his college entrance examination, Lu Datong's disappearance is related to Qin Yuan, you were kicked in the head by a donkey to report such nonsense to me. Wan Jun was so angry Want to flip the table, what kind of subordinate is this? Do you have brains?

Ran Qijie looked embarrassed, he was at a loss for what to do in the face of the boss's fury, fully showing his temperament as a rookie in the workplace.

Looking at Ran Qijie's appearance, Wan Jun became even more angry, but in just a few months, all three exploration departments of his Wanyang Group were wiped out. With no one available, what can he do?

How did you investigate the matter of Yangshuo Wen? Wan Jun took the initiative to bring up the matter that worried him the most.

Ran Qijie hurriedly flipped through the documents in his hand, found the document, and said, According to the feedback, Li Jingyi seems to have nothing to do with Yangshuo Wen.

It's irrelevant! Wan Jun was so angry that he kicked his foot on the desk, but the desk was not kicked over, but his foot was in pain.

Ran Qijie didn't dare to look the boss in the eyes, so he could only read on: Now, because we can't communicate with the personnel from the Exploration Department 3 who was originally in charge of this matter, our department can only sort out the previous materials, in order to find the loopholes as soon as possible and find the source of Yangshuo Wen. The real whereabouts...

Wan Jun got a headache when he heard it, and rubbed his temples vigorously, his mustache twitched slightly, and he uttered four words with difficulty: Go out.

Hearing this, Ran Qijie was stunned for a moment, put away the documents, turned around and left Wan Jun's office quickly.

Wan Jun slumped on the chair: Who the hell took those Yangshuo ancient scrolls? Damn, do you know those characters? What's the use of taking those things away?

Wan Jun didn't know why he was so unlucky recently.

Not only did the Wanyang Group lose its troops, but the Yangshuo Wengujuan was still missing, and even Lu Datong, whom he had been spending money to befriend, was gone.

Oh! Wan Jun sighed a long time.

Wan Jun didn't know that the things that bothered him today were all related to the same person.

And this person was sitting cross-legged on the bed at this time, his expression was a bit tangled, and in front of him, there was a elixir.

[In Wan Jun's imagination, you don't even know a single Yangshuo text, and it's useless to hold an ancient scroll; your imagination is successfully transformed, and Yangshuo text +30]

Why did Wan Jun suddenly have imaginations about me? Does he know that those Yangshuo ancient scrolls are in my hands?

Qin Yuan suddenly became nervous.

But then, Qin Yuan felt that if Wan Jun really knew that the Yangshuo Ancient Scroll was in his hands, then he wouldn't be foolishly thinking about it?

Probably, Wan Jun still didn't know that those Yangshuo ancient scrolls were in his hands.

Slightly relieved, Qin Yuan continued to look at the pill in front of him.

This elixir is exactly the Dragon Blood Nourishing Pill that he got from climbing the ladder that day.

Just now, I have checked on the Internet that this Dragon Blood Nourishing Pill is a great tonic medicine. After taking it, it can directly increase the vitality. The increased vitality is different according to the potential of the person who takes it. .

The market price of this pill is more than one million.

Then, should I eat this elixir, or sell it?

Qin Yuan was very tangled in his heart.

After hesitating again and again, Qin Yuan reluctantly decided to take the pill.

Although Qin Yuan needs money very much, in this world, strength is still more important.

After making up his mind, there was no need to hesitate any longer, Qin Yuan swallowed the Dragon Blood Nourishing Pill in one gulp.

As soon as the elixir entered the mouth, it immediately turned into a hot thick paste.

Qin Yuan's tongue was scalded instantly, and before he opened his mouth, the thick paste flowed into his throat with boiling heat.

Am I swallowing a ball of fire?

Qin Yuan only felt that wherever the elixir paste passed, everything seemed to be scalded.

His tongue, throat, esophagus, and stomach all seemed to be on fire.

Just when Qin Yuan was thinking about whether he was going to use his internal energy to refine the power of the medicine, he suddenly felt a strong sense of heat above him.

Qin Yuan felt his eyes go dark, and he lay down on the bed and passed out.

And the moment Qin Yuan lay down, the Dragon Blood Nourishing Pill unraveled in his stomach, and flowed along his blood to the whole body, strengthening every cell of him bit by bit.

Qin Yuan's breathing gradually became steady and long, and at the same time, his breathing became extremely powerful.

This process of absorbing the elixir seems to take a long time.

This long time was totally unexpected by Qin Yuan.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

One night is over.

In the blink of an eye, another day and night passed.

Qin Yuan was still lying on the bed to absorb the power of the medicine. Fortunately, with the power of the pill, Qin Yuan didn't eat or drink, and his body didn't experience any negative effects.

Bang bang bang!

There was a series of rapid knocks on the door.

Qin Yuan finally woke up leisurely.

He just felt that this sleep was extremely satisfying.

After waking up, Qin Yuan subconsciously looked at his phone, and found that there were many missed calls and many text messages.

Why so many calls?

While wondering, Qin Yuan looked at the date and realized that he actually slept for 35 hours.

Good guy, what Dragon Blood Nourishing Pill, is it a sleeping pill?

Qin Yuan was stunned.

Looking at the phone, Qin Yuan found that there were 3 missed calls and 6 text messages from his mother; 1 missed call from Liu Jiatong, the class teacher; 1 missed call from Song Yunfu; 225 missed calls from Fang Fan and Chen Ping ...

Good guy, what's the rush?

At this moment, Qin Yuan heard knocking on the door, and Fang Fan and Chen Ping's shouting:

Qin Yuan, don't hide inside and don't make a sound, I know you are at home! Open the door, Qin Yuan, you have the ability to take the first place in the test, why don't you have the ability to open the door? Open the door, open the door, open the door!

Could it be that these two guys have a serious illness?

Originally, he wanted to take a look at the imagination engine first, to confirm the benefits that the Dragon Blood Nourishing Pill gave him, but the two guys outside were too noisy, so Qin Yuan could only open the door first.

Walking to the door, Qin Yuan was about to open the door when he heard two people muttering.

Why doesn't Qin Yuan open the door?

Shouldn't it be self-defeating?

It's really possible. This guy is relying on his own vitality, and I'm afraid he doesn't know how to control it.

Qin Yuan may be so weak that an ant throws him over his shoulder now, and he probably doesn't have the strength to open the door for the two of us.

Qin Yuan opened the door expressionlessly, and looked down at the two dwarfs who were talking behind their backs.

Chen Ping and Fang Fan: ...

Fang Fan reacted quickly, trying to clear himself with a smile on his face: Hi, Qin Yuan, hello! Just now Chen Ping spoke ill of you, and I was still reprimanding him.

Chen Ping didn't know what to say, and in a hurry, regardless of whether the talisman fit the scene, he blurted out: Me too.

Qin Yuan and Fang Fan looked sideways at the same time: Good guy, what are you like? Rebuke yourself?