Retreat is time-consuming.
Jiu Yuanzi swallowed Pangu Lung directly without any psychological burden, and then began a long process of absorption and fusion.
She tried to make Pangu's lungs his own. If she succeeded, she would be able to produce her own immortal energy. Who would let Pangu be a cow?
Five days passed like this.
Yuexia raised her head and looked out the window. She saw that a long table covered with white tablecloth had been set up on the lawn, with colorful balloons and a banner saying "Congratulations to the host for coming out of isolation."
Various desserts, drinks and other foods have been redone for the fifth time.
However, the master has not yet come out of seclusion.
Fortunately, the food was not wasted. If Shu Motoko did not leave customs that night, they would send the things to the Three Realms Cultural Center, place them in the private workshop of the supermarket, and sell them as handmade by Motoko's maid.
Sales are said to be pretty good.
I only received two complaints from people, saying that this was a sideline and unfair competition.
It's really ridiculous. How come Bobo, who makes milk tea next door, has never been complained about? In fact, it was his family who reported it.
Yuexia didn't want to make money, but just didn't want to waste food, so she didn't have time to argue with the milk tea shop.
The most important thing is for the master to get out of the customs smoothly.
At this time, a maid brought the wireless landline phone over on a tray and said, "General Affairs, President Ning called and wants to find the owner."
Yuexia picked up the phone, with a polite tone in her voice, and informed him that her master was in retreat and had ordered not to see anyone for the time being.
Jiu Yuanzi is practicing in seclusion?
When Mr. Ning heard this, he was very surprised. She could actually practice?
No, if she didn't practice, how could she be so prosperous.
But Shu Motoko gives people the impression that she only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, and never does hard work, and she doesn't know what this magical feeling is.
Mr. Ning hung up the phone, looked up at the villa in front of him, pushed his nephew, "Okay, come in."
"...Uncle, I want to get my hair cut on February 2nd." Zhou Zhao looked up at him and said.
When did the idol uncle secretly sneak into other people's homes while others were not at home? It was also the home of that perverted and bad woman.
Mr. Ning said calmly: "Don't worry, there is no danger here. The peach tree that will hit you has been moved. It is safe."
Didn't you come here often before?
What's going on today? If you don't want to go, I'll tell your mother about how you put caterpillars in the teacher's makeup bag to scare her into tears. "
Zhou Zhao raised his head full of resentment and glared at his indifferent uncle.
Then he raised his hand, put the door card that had been forced into his hand, stood on tiptoe, and swiped it on the door.
"Beep." There was a sound from the door control, indicating that the door could be entered.
He returned the access card to Mr. Ning and said dissatisfied: "Uncle, how do you know there is no danger here? There are other people's keys. Why don't you sell the house and not hand over the keys?"
Mr. Ning took the access card and patted his head, "Because I didn't install those dangerous things, and this used to be my home. Of course I know whether it's safe or not. The owner of the house also gave me the key."
Okay, you play in the yard, don't go into the house. "
He didn't tell the truth. The key was indeed given by Jiu Yuanzi, but it was to install the teleportation array.
Zhou Zhao looked at him with a worried look on his face and hesitated to speak, "Uncle, I..."
"Okay, why are you worried about me? Let's go play." Mr. Ning said, wanting to laugh in his heart, children are children.
"No, I just want to stop doing business and want to take public office exams to serve the people. Will the stain of my uncle's imprisonment affect my future?" Zhou Zhao said melancholy.
Mr. Ning stared at him and wanted to kick him out.
He threatened: "Aunt Lin picked up the test paper you threw in the trash can yesterday and gave it to me. It only has 21 points. My sister doesn't seem to know yet."
ah! Aunt Lin is good or bad.
Zhou Zhao hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Uncle, please come in. If a CEO like us enters a woman's house, it is not an illegal break-in. It is a surprise from heaven."
Mr. Ning finally got angry and glared at him fiercely. It didn't matter whether his junior would give him face or not.
Zhou Zhao smiled coquettishly and said, "That's how it's done on TV."
"Stop following Ling Xiaosheng and looking at these messy things. Wait for me in the yard. I didn't take away some personal items. I just came to pick up my own things." Mr. Ning scolded him a few times, then left him and went into the house.
Jiu Motoko is not here, and so is the fake brother. There is not a single person in the room.
She was extremely reassured and was not afraid of anyone coming to borrow the teleportation array. She also did not expect that bad guys would come in such a high-end villa area.
The last one to break in was Linghu Baoguo, and his end was not too good.
Mr. Ning first went to the room where he originally lived and searched carefully with his spiritual power. There was nothing left, not even hair.
The cleanliness of the fake brother is still very high.
After looking inside and outside, Mr. Ning didn't find much that was related to him. He couldn't say that the cup he bought before was stained with his own scent.
But it was reassuring to come and take a look, so he went downstairs and planned to go back.
When he got downstairs, he saw that Zhou Zhao was not staying in the yard at all. He had already ran in, unpacked the puffed food and was eating it.
She panicked when she saw him, and the snacks in the bag spilled out and fell on the carpet in front of the sofa.
"..." Mr. Ning looked at him, and he looked up with a dull look on his face.
The child is really annoying. If I didn't use him as an excuse to say that I broke in just to catch him out, I wouldn't want to bring him here at all.
Mr. Ning resisted the urge to scold him and said, "Go to the utility room and take out the vacuum cleaner. You have to clean up the dirty places yourself."
There was no way he could clean the floor for Zhou Zhao, even if he was a close nephew.
Zhou Zhao grimaced, poured the remaining snacks into his mouth, and said while chewing, "I don't know where the utility room is."
That's a place only the nanny at home knows about, and he doesn't live here.
Mr. Ning led him to the utility room, opened it, pointed at the vacuum cleaner and said, "That's it, take it and vacuum it clean."
Zhou Zhao muttered and dragged the vacuum cleaner out.
Mr. Ning leaned against the door of the utility room, holding his hands and staring at his work. He was a little bored. He glanced at the utility room from the corner of his eyes and suddenly saw something.
He took a closer look and saw that it was a cookie box wrapped with dozens of layers of transparent tape, with words written on it.
After seeing the words and signature on it clearly, Mr. Ning was completely stunned.
My 9-year-old self did this kind of thing back then!
impossible!
How could I keep my shit in an iron box?
But if he didn't do it himself, who would be so bored as to use this to frame himself?
A lazy guy like Shu Motoko wouldn't be able to come to the utility room to get tools to do housework. As for the fake brother, he can't speak and wouldn't recognize him even if he saw him.
"..." Mr. Ning was puzzled, but the facts were placed in front of him and he could not refute.
At this time, the sound of the vacuum cleaner stopped.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, he received the iron box into the space spirit object, and then stood calmly at the door pretending that nothing was wrong.
"Uncle, I've finished vacuuming." Zhou Zhao dragged the vacuum cleaner back and felt tired after doing just that much.
Mr. Ning reached out and took the vacuum cleaner, arranged it for him, and closed the door of the utility room.
"Let's go, I have to go back to work." He held Zhou Zhao's collar and pushed him out of Jiu Yuanzi's house quickly.
After sending the child back to his father, he drove away.
Lao Ning still wanted to have dinner with his son, but when he saw his grandson coming in alone, his son drove away without even saying hello, "Your uncle actually took you out for a walk today?"
"What? He went to that beautiful woman's house to steal something and took me to look after her." Zhou Zhaoqie said.
Of course Lao Ning knew who he was talking about. With that kind of beauty, nothing else could be called a beauty.
He was shocked and asked: "What are you stealing?"
"Steal your heart." Zhou Zhao didn't know what he was talking about. Anyway, that's what the TV series said.
Lao Ning was shocked, but also felt that he should take good care of the time his children spent watching TV and tablets. I'm afraid it wouldn't be a good idea to mature so early.
Mr. Ning quickly returned to Three Realms Island. He did not go to Jiu Yuanzi's teleportation array, but passed through the company.
Then he went to the company basement alone, came to the extreme incinerator, and asked all the employees to get out.
This is a useless and extremely rotten evil thing that he got from the underworld. He specially designed a furnace to corrode and burn the spiritual things.
Because when purchasing spiritual objects, you often encounter things that cannot be sold and violate regulations.
It's useless to keep it in hand, and if you sell it, you will easily get into trouble with the alien bureau, so I built a special stove and it would be easier to destroy it directly. Many spiritual objects cannot be destroyed using ordinary methods.
But there are a lot of evil things in the underworld that will corrode spiritual things if they come into contact with them. It is most convenient to use them to build an incinerator. As long as they are used well, everything can be put to use.
Mr. Ning took out the iron box and threw it into the incinerator expressionlessly, watching it being swallowed up by the black and blue yin material blessed by spiritual power.
He just stood there, wanting to make sure it was completely destroyed before he was willing to leave.
This kind of black history must be made non-existent history.
