Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

"It's the first time for me to ride in a car worth tens of millions."

Wu Queque sighed.

Tens of millions, he has not been able to earn so much for a long time.

"Is that the point?"

Wen Xuan began to wonder if he had made a mistake.

Wu Queque nodded seriously, patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Isn't it? Have you ever been in a car worth tens of millions?"

Wenxuan shook his head, the most expensive car he had ever taken was only a few million.

Millions of cars and tens of millions of cars...

Wenxuan felt that he was being compared to Wu Queque.

"If you haven't sat down, you don't understand."

Wu Queque patted Wenxuan on the shoulder, then turned around and left downstairs.

Wen Xuan clenched his fists, feeling that he couldn't behave like this.

He can't compare to Wu Queque in the live broadcast, and he can't compare in the number of fans. He must compare with such a simple car ride.

He picked up his phone and stared at the photo for a long time before encrypting and saving the photo.

It might be useful in the future.

On the other side, Lu Xinghan dialed out the phone.

"Let the finance department give bonuses to the top ten anchors in the initial ranking of the new anchor contest, No.10 two hundred, and you can arrange the rest yourself."

As a gourmet anchor, there is always no shortage of small desserts at Ji Cha.

Wu Queque greeted Ji Cha while eating matcha mille-feuille, saying that he might not come back at night.

He also said hello to Wu Yue before leaving.

Ji Cha stared at his bulging cheeks, frowned slightly and asked, "To Mr. Lu's?"

Wu Queque paused and looked at Ji Cha in surprise and panic.

How did Ji Chacha know?

His little wings are not covered?

Ji Cha met his panicked peach blossom eyes, sighed slightly, and didn't hold on to this matter any longer.

He thought for a moment, then whispered, "I have a brother who is two years younger than me."

"Just like you, he loves desserts, and he has two dimples when he smiles."

Wu Queque stopped, looked at him, and listened carefully to what he said.

Ji Cha avoided his gaze, lowered his eyes, and told him something about the past.

"That president, he doesn't like my brother at all, he just wants to play with my brother, but my brother was cheated by him..."

"Why is this president so scumbag!"

Wu Queque clenched her fists tightly, her face flushed with anger.

Ji Cha glanced at him, and casually said, "You should also pay attention."

Wu Queque nodded sharply.

"Everyone I met was super nice."

Ji Cha: ...

I want you to guard against Lu Xinghan! !

That's it.

Ji Cha rubbed his dry eyes, thinking of the information about Lu Xinghan that he saw in the afternoon, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He was bitten by a snake once, but he was afraid of well ropes for ten years.

Lu Xinghan might be different from those people.

After saying goodbye to Ji Cha, Wu Queque left the dormitory and turned into a small tit to fly to Lu Xinghan's villa.

The garden of the villa is very large, dense, colorful flowers, lush trees, and the sunset in the western sky.

Wu Queque flapped her wings, using her spiritual power to sense the existence of the small brocade box.

east...

The little tit flapped its wings and flew towards the direction of the induction, but found that the induction was getting farther and farther away from itself.

was taken away!

The little tit used its meager spiritual power to increase its speed and flew over.

About ten seconds later, he saw the small brocade box in the hands of a familiar person.

It's Lu Xinghan's housekeeper.

Except for Wu Queque, no one else could open the small brocade box.

The butler put the small brocade box into his pocket, intending to tell Lu Xinghan about it.

This wooden brocade box has a simple texture, intricate patterns, and is exquisite, unlike ordinary things.

Wu Queque followed behind the butler, watching him put the box on the table in the living room.

When the butler turned around and saw the little tit following behind, he was taken aback, and then smiled.

Wu Queque threw herself on the small brocade box, her small round eyes rolled around and closed again.

Pretend to be asleep.

The butler smiled, turned and left.

Inside the small brocade box are two stones.

A pure white spirit stone, a transparent phonograph stone.

It was exactly as he thought.

Wu Queque injected spiritual power into the phonograph stone, and a familiar and friendly voice rang in her ears.

It is the voice of endless grandpa.

The phonograph stone is a one-time consumable item. After Wu Queque listened to it, the phonograph stone would turn into bright spots and disappear.

Wu Queque closed the box and collapsed on the sofa, unable to digest what Grandpa said.

As he had guessed, something was wrong with his body.But it was far more serious than he imagined.

Spiritual power collapsed.

Since the spiritual catastrophe a hundred years ago, many monsters began to lose their spiritual power.There is no reason why this happens, and there is almost no way around it.

The stored spiritual power collapsed again and again, each time a little of the original spiritual power would be consumed, and eventually all the original spiritual power would be consumed, the cultivation base would regress, and the spiritual wisdom would be lost.

After Grandpa Wuju calculated this result, he did the calculations carefully for Wu Queque three times, and finally got a chance of survival in this inevitable situation.

This ray of life points to the world.

They originally planned to discuss it with Wu Queque, but they never thought that there would be a sudden change in Buzhou Mountain, so they had to expel Wu Queque from Buzhou Mountain in advance, leaving behind the phonograph stone.

Another white spirit stone in the small brocade box is the transformation stone.

Wu Queque can convert spiritual power into original spiritual power to ensure that the original spiritual power will not dissipate.

The result of the divination is very vague, and Grandpa doesn't know what can be converted into the source of spiritual power, but Wu Queque has an idea in his heart.

Not surprisingly, it should be the favorite of human beings.

Or rather, faith.

Wu Queque fluttered her wings weakly. The accident that happened in Buzhou Mountain was definitely not that simple. Wu Queque couldn't believe what happened suddenly.

Unexpectedly, Grandpa could leave a message to the Demon Control Bureau in advance, but did not tell him.It could only be that things were difficult and he couldn't help.

It is still necessary to restore the spiritual power first, and then find Bu Zhoushan.

Wu Queque flapped her wings and flew up, looking at the small brocade box on the table with a headache.

He has very little spiritual power left now, and he can't take the small brocade box away with the prototype.

"your things?"

Suddenly a voice came from behind.

Wu Queque's wings crooked and almost fell.

Lu Xinghan looked at the chubby little tit, and reached out to pick up the small brocade box.

Wu Queque froze, pretending that she didn't understand anything.

After a few seconds, Wu Queque suddenly felt that he had been poked twice, and turned his head, Lu Xinghan was rubbing the small brocade box and looking at him.

The look is composed, the attitude is natural.

"Do you want dinner?"

Lu Xinghan suddenly put down the little brocade box and asked.

Wu Queque paused, just about to shake her head, but she managed to control her movements.

How could a simple little tit understand human speech?

The corners of Lu Xinghan's mouth curved slightly, he paused, and got up to put away the small brocade box.

"This box is pretty good, just put it here."

Lu Xinghan said and put the box on the most conspicuous storage cabinet in the living room.

Wu Queque's eyes widened, she flapped her wings and pounced on Lu Xinghan, yelling menacingly at Lu Xinghan.

"jing~"

That's my little brocade box!