Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

Before waiting for Wu Queque to carefully recall what happened last night.

The "buzzing" mobile phone vibration sounded from nowhere on the bed.

It's Wu Yue.

"Queque? Are you awake? Are you still in the hotel?"

hotel?

Wu Queque walked to the window and looked out, seeing a familiar scene, she breathed a sigh of relief.

He was alone in the room.

"Don't go back when you wake up, come to the company."

Wu Yue's voice rang in his ears again.

Wu Queque responded and sat back on the bed.

His memory was still on the day after answering sister Yue's phone call last night, what happened afterwards was vague, like a dream.

Also, people who are full of aura...

Wu Queque tapped her head, thinking that she must have had a dream last night.

After the spiritual catastrophe a hundred years ago, the spiritual energy in the human world and the demon world was greatly reduced. Even in Buzhou Mountain, where the spiritual energy is most abundant, Wu Queque had never seen a monster with spiritual energy all over his body.

Let alone met in the world.

Thinking of this, Wu Queque felt it carefully again, and was surprised to find that the spiritual power in her body was almost full.

Thursday, Friday, Saturday...

He immediately decided to go back to Buzhou Mountain this Sunday.

When returning to Magic Music Company, Wu Queque met Lu Xinghan again in the elevator.

Wu Queque stayed in the corner of the elevator, secretly noted down the location of the elevator, and decided not to take this elevator in the future.

Lu Xinghan's eyes swept over his furry head, and then fell on his back for a moment.

Is a small tit.

No wonder he is so timid.

Feeling the eyes on him, Wu Queque couldn't help raising her head to take a quick look at Lu Xinghan, but unexpectedly met Lu Xinghan's eyes with a little smile.

smile?

Did he read that right?

Wu Queque couldn't help raising her head again.

Lu Xinghan withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at him.

Tiny tits are very timid.

When he came to the office, Wu Yue was already waiting for him.

"Look at this document first."

There was obvious excitement on Wu Yue's face.

"New anchor contest?"

"Yes, No.1 can participate in Director Li's new variety show."

Wu Yue also explained: "Director Li is a director with a box office of tens of billions domestically. The variety show he is preparing for this time is his first variety show, and the national attention is very high."

"If you can participate, you will have one foot on the threshold of explosion."

The spiritual power has been restored, and Wu Queque has no strong need for explosions.But Wu Yue was very kind to him, and Wu Queque wanted to repay her.

"Participate."

The New Anchor Contest is an activity launched by Huanle, which is aimed at all anchors who signed the contract within half a year.

The competition lasted for one month, and the specific format is to be determined.Finally, the top ten most popular will be selected.

Among them, No.1 has the quota to participate in Director Li's variety show.

After Wu Queque carefully understood the content of the competition, he handed in the registration form.

The mid-morning sun was bright and not too hot, casting continuous shadows on the road.

There are many tall buildings and a lot of traffic.

Wu Queque took out her mobile phone and took several photos, planning to take them back to Mount Buzhou to show to her grandparents.

When approaching the staff dormitory, a tall, dark man suddenly jumped out of the corner and bumped into Wu Queque.

The force was not strong, and it slipped away quickly after the collision, and disappeared at the end of the road in about ten seconds.

Wu Queque looked at the envelope with strange inscriptions in her arms, her heart skipped a beat.

Inside the envelope was a feather and a letter.

Dear Mr. Wu Que Que,

Please follow Fei Yu's guidance and go to the Lincheng Demon Management Bureau tonight, and let me know if you have something important to do.

The inscription is the Lincheng Demon Management Bureau.

This letter was like a dull hammer, hitting Wu Queque's heart hard.

He intuited that something bad had happened.

evening.

Wu Queque followed Feather's guidance to the Demon Management Bureau.

The closer you get to the Demon Control Bureau, the more familiar the surrounding environment will be.

Finally, Wu Queque stopped near a villa.

It was the last time I visited, Lu Xinghan's villa.

Guided by Feiyu this time, Wu Queque successfully found the basement hidden on the side of the villa.

The Devil's Office is in the basement below the villa.

Entering through the door, I saw a cool little boy leaning against the pillar.

"follow me."

Xu Shi heard footsteps, he didn't look at Wu Queque, and walked inside first without saying a word.

Wu Queque followed immediately.

"Wait."

Wu Queque was taken into the innermost room.

"Boom."

The wooden door closed with a muffled sound.

Wu Queque became more and more apprehensive.

Wu Queque didn't wait too long, and the door of the room was pushed open again.

A young man with white hair walked in.

"Witch Queque?"

Before Wu Queque nodded, he said directly: "Buzhou Mountain's spiritual power was shaken and disappeared."

disappear?

Wu Queque's heart sank, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured from head to toe, and her whole body was cold.

When Buzhou Mountain was shaken, he immediately repelled Buzhou Mountain.I thought it was an accident, but now it seems obviously not.It is very likely that Unexhausted Grandpa and the others did it on purpose.

Wu Queque quickly calmed down.

Since it was premeditated, the current situation should have been expected.

Maybe think a little longer.

Three months ago, Unstoppable Grandpa suddenly asked him to read all the books about the human world in the tree hole.

Wu Queque sorted out her thoughts, her face calmed down.

"Did Grandpa leave me anything?"

The geographical location of Buzhou Mountain has never been known. Now that the Lincheng Demon Management Bureau knows that Buzhou Mountain has disappeared and notified him of the news, it is very likely that Grandpa Buju specially informed him.

There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the white-haired young man, but he didn't talk nonsense, and handed him a brocade box.

"Three months ago, my lord entrusted me to give it to you."

Wu Queque took the brocade box and thanked the white-haired young man.

When he left, the little boy who had led Wu Queque in was still leaning against the pillar with his hands in his pockets.

"You, don't be sad."

When he was about to go out, a little boy's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Wu Queque froze for a moment, then turned around and smiled at the other party.

"Thank you."

The weather is obviously not very good tonight.

Thick dark clouds, not a trace of starlight.The evening wind blowing slowly shakes the shadows of the trees, bringing a little coolness.

Wu Queque touched the small brocade box in her pocket, and used her spiritual power to transform it into a prototype.

The night wind in the sky was stronger than the ground, and when he was about to fly away from the villa, Wu Queque's spiritual power was suddenly emptied.

The little tit is like a plane with broken wings, falling quickly from the sky.

"parking."

He Feng immediately slammed on the brakes, the wheels rubbed against the ground and made a screeching sound, leaving a curved, long black streak on the ground.

"Boss Lu..."

He Feng raised his eyes, before he finished speaking, he saw Lu Xinghan push the car door and get out of the car.

The night was very dark, Lu Xinghan scanned his surroundings carefully, his brows furrowed tightly.

Just now he seemed to see a bird fall.

But there is no shadow of a bird on the road.

"Mr. Lu?"

He Feng also hurriedly got out of the car and came to Lu Xinghan's side.

There is not even a leaf on the quiet and flat road.

Lu Xinghan withdrew his gaze, his expression normal.

"go back."