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Gululu, screaming with hunger.

Wang Yan was too lazy to pay attention to it, so he sat down and started eating. The table full of hearty food made Wang Yan satisfied. He couldn't help but think, fortunately, he listened to Sister Nan Lian's advice and joined the National Bureau of Fei.

Otherwise, I would not have such a good life now!

So what if you have great strength? In this era when the economy is king, making money is not easy. It is more likely to rely on your strength to violate the law and discipline in order to make money, but it is targeted by the State Administration of China...

Wang Yan was extremely comfortable when eating a canteen. The chefs used by his own canteen are no less than five-star hotels, and the temperature and taste are very particular. The ingredients are also very authentic. The food suppliers all come from the suburbs of organic farms.

This made Wang Yan feel a little ashamed. It seemed that the welfare benefits of the unit were so good, and even the good ones were a little flattered.

My heart is full of stability and happiness, and I feel like the unit and myself are integrated. It seems that this is my home. Since it is a home, I must protect it.

"Brother Xiao Wang, are you full?" The Taoist of the Corpse stared at him again, his old-fashioned zombie face tugged with a sense of flattery.

Wang Yan wiped his mouth and blinked his eyes at him.

After all, we are colleagues, and the two established a "revolutionary friendship" and thanked him for teaching the training and application of spiritual power. I was still very grateful.

"Senior, thank you for teaching me skills." Wang Yan said politely, "But I really don't want to sell blood..." Wang Yan was grateful, but he couldn't do something like donating blood to zombies.

"Brother Xiao Wang, can we, who are young, not so old-fashioned?" The Taoist of the Corpse moved a stool and sat down next to Wang Yan, saying with a slight smile, "You see, ordinary people go to the blood donation car to donate some blood. You are a civil servant at least, so you can't carry forward the humanitarian spirit and do good deeds?"

"Uh... Of course there is no problem in promoting humanity." Wang Yan said weakly. "But it's really weird to promote humanity to zombies."

"Zombies, what's wrong with zombies?" The Taoist of Corpse was unhappy and sat upright and said indignantly. "The zombies under my command have all made contributions. Take the bronze armored corpse black iron tower that you fought with for example. In the Battle of Songhu, he was a hero who killed sixteen Japanese devils and finally died on the battlefield. I thought of him at the time, and the bloody aura was strong on his body. So I stole his body and sacrificed his corpse into a battle corpse so that he could continue to kill the enemy, defend his country, and fulfill his long-cherished wish."

Speaking of this, the Taoist corpse himself was also a little moved and sighed, as if he had remembered the glorious years of that year.

Wang Yan's eyes were about to glar out when he heard this. The copper-armored corpse, like a black iron tower, was actually an anti-Japanese hero? It was hard for him to imagine that a ferocious zombie could be associated with the word "hero". But is it really good to stolen the hero's corpse so casually.

Sure enough, after entering the National African Affairs Bureau, I heard too many things that were full of imagination. But even so, Wang Yan did not want to donate blood to a zombie.

If an ordinary person is injured and has to be rescued by his own blood, Wang Yan will definitely not be stingy.

But if he gives a zombie or other creature to improve his strength, he can't accept it psychologically. This makes him feel like a modern version of Tang Monk, and his strength will increase sharply after eating his own flesh and blood...

He thought about it himself and felt chilling.

"Senior Corpse." Wang Yan picked up the little ferret and hugged it in his arms. He stood up and laughed dryly, "Suddenly I remembered that there were still some things at home, so I said goodbye first."

Wang Yan is not an ignorant person, he just thinks he can help him in other things. But he is so grateful to Xie Bumin for something like donating blood.

Before he could take a few steps, the Taoist corpse smiled and stubbornly pestered him: "Little brother, we have something to discuss. Let's do this, I'll have an idea. We can fight and fight. If I lose, I will lose a lot of money. If I am lucky enough to win half the price, you can just give me a can of blood."

"Senior Corpse, are you joking?" Wang Yan hugged the little ferret and flashed out the door, "You are an old senior who lives in his 100-year-old. He is strong and has many babies. How dare you discuss with you?"

Then, Wang Yan relied on his extraordinary speed to start running out of the door. When he passed by the reception room, Wang Yan didn't even have time to say hello to the little rabbit sister, so he rushed into the elevator.

It was not until the elevator sank slightly and carried Wang Yan to the ground that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his cold sweat: "This corpse Taoist is really obsessed with his blood, it's so difficult to deal with."

After quickly leaving the unit, Wang Yan jogged all the way to the subway station in the outdoor landscape. It was already the night of the night. The sky was clear, the moonlight was bright and the stars were spread like waterfalls, and bright galaxies were hanging.

Huahai City has many motor vehicles, and the air quality has always been average. Only when the autumn is clear and cool, the cold air blows away the haze above the head, can there be such a pure sky. The slightly cool air, as every breath enters the lungs, produces a hint of coolness. Wang Yan feels clear and feels very comfortable.

From the storage bracelet, I took out the spare sporty thin coat, baseball cap and sunglasses. After dressing up, I stuffed the little ferret into my arms and entered the subway station with the crowd. Pets are not allowed on the subway. Although Xiaoxue is not his pet, can she believe it?

At this time, most of the subways were young, and most of them had just finished working overtime and returned home. Although the young and energetic faces were a little tired, they could not hide their longing and expectations for taking root in big cities.

Wang Yan sighed slightly. If he hadn't been to the National Bureau of Affectedness, he would probably have to spend many years working hard to gradually gain a foothold in the big city, right?

But from another perspective, although this is hard, it is not just that young people are constantly transforming into mature in the process of active struggle.

Only by enduring difficulties and setbacks can the boy's youth and immaturity and tenderness be removed and gradually become a mature man. This step is most people starting from the graduation season.

Wang Yan put his hands on his chest and leaned against the vertical pole. He lowered his head, his sunglasses and baseball cap covered most of his appearance. But even so, it was difficult to hide the aura and charm emitted from him.

Many single women in the carriage glanced at him with their eyes or looked at him with blushing faces.

Whenever Wang Yan encounters this situation, he doesn't know whether he should be happy or funny. As the Pure Yang Divine Art becomes more and more intense and pure as the yang energy in his body becomes. In this way, the more likely the sunshine smell that comes out of his body inadvertently will arouse the opposite sex's instinctive interest in his instinct.

These ordinary human women are better. If it were those women whose breath belonged to Yin, they would even salivate themselves and wished they could swallow their skin and bones.

Just as Wang Yan was secretly feeling, the corpse Taoist dressed as a nouveau riche in the 1990s appeared beside Wang Yan again, smiling and pleasing: "Comrade Xiao Wang, you are the rising star in our bureau, what are you afraid of? Come and have fun."

Wang Yan couldn't help but shivered. Why did this sarcastic voice sound so much like a passerby standing on the street? It's worthy of being an old monster who has lived for more than a hundred years. I must have seen many similar situations?

And this old monster is so elusive, right? I haven't seen him take the subway at any time, and seeing how he is like this, I know that he won't buy tickets, so I must have used his elusive body technique to escape the tickets.

"Ahem, senior, it's not that I don't want to play." Wang Yan held up the sunglasses frame and lowered his voice laughed and cried, "I really can't afford to play. Isn't you clearly bullying me?"

"Comrade Xiao Wang, don't worry, you are the hero in front of Director Feng." The corpse Taoist looked right and said in a temptation, "Even if I have the will to bully you, I don't have the courage to do this. Let's play with three iron-armored corpses. If you win, I will give you 10 million. If you lose, I will give you 10 million. As long as you give me 500 milliliters of blood. Xiao Wang, where can I find such a good thing? This little blood will not hurt your vitality."

There are such good things!?

Wang Yan was slightly stunned. Did the corpse Taoist have not investigated his own information? I don’t know how strong Wang Yan’s actual combat power is?

In Wang Yan's own opinion, with his talent and strength and a few pieces of spiritual equipment, he will face a strong man in a complete state like the Taoist of the Corpse. Although he has a low chance of winning, he can save his life or even counterattack.

The reason why I was unwilling to play a one-on-one fight with him was that everyone was a colleague of the same unit and was unwilling to fight to the death for a little money. If I accidentally exploded a spiritual weapon, I would cry without any place.

But what Wang Yan never expected was that the corpse Taoist looked down on him so much and wanted to deal with him with three iron armored corpses? Uh... the iron armored corpse is equivalent to the D-level evaluation, which means it is similar to the werewolf who was hammered to death by him, or at most the two earliest blood angels.

Any normal C-level strongman can kill three iron-armored corpses in a single fight, right? Could it be that there is something wrong with it? Wang Yan immediately pretended to be weak and said, "Senior Corpse, I have just become an awakened person for less than a month, and my combat experience is limited."

Less than a month to awaken? The zombie's face stagnated, and it seemed that millions of grass and mud horses were galloping by in my heart. I have worked hard for hundreds of years and my comprehensive strength evaluation is only B.

And this kid has reached the C-level evaluation in less than a month. What kind of world is this? Everyone is human, why is the gap so big?
Chapter completed!