Chapter 602: magic

Chapter 602 Magic
Pears opened the door of Ren Ziling's office with a smile.
At this time, the deputy editor-in-chief was hanging the ballpoint pen on the nose and upper lip, and holding his chin on his hand on the screen of the notebook, probably worrying about writing the manuscript.
"Ah!! Don't write! Pears, let's go out and collect the wind!"
"But sister, the boss said that if you don't hand in the manuscript today, you have to buckle the artificial sputum this month." The pear blinked.
"What are you doing in your work! Is your work done? I am a lazy place here!"
At this time, the pears mysteriously pulled out a small box and shook it in front of Ren Ziling.
"What is this?" Ren Ziling was curious.
"Pharmaceutical." The pear sat down. "Don't you say that you want to go last Golden Week? I just got someone from the home."
Ren Ziling shook his head and said: "Oh... I remembered it. But is this medicine too strong? After the last time the old horse was smashed, I thought it was a little scared now. It hurts too much!"
"Ren sister~" Pears greasy and said: "I will know the pain at this moment? Don't hold your grandson?"
"Go and go!" Ren Ziling waved his hand.
Pear smiled and said: "Reassured, I let the people in my home have reduced the potency. It should not be like a police officer. Besides, Luo Qiu is young, it should be fine."
Ren Ziling suspicion, squinting at the look of the pear squinting, the action quickly copied the small box from the pear hand to the hand, quickly stuffed into the drawer, and then continued to sigh: " What are you doing here! Don't work! Go out!"
The pear that looked straight through the bridge was shocked by the heart... It was shocking to heaven.
"Right, there is still a letter sent to you here."
"Give me a letter?"
Ren Ziling took a look and took a white envelope from the hand of the pear. After a quick glance, he frowned.
After a while, Ren Ziling suddenly took out the mobile phone and was about to dial the number of Luo Qiu. But after thinking for a while, she put the phone down and tapped her finger on the table a few times. Suddenly said: "Pears You are going to print me a leave request, I may have to take a few days off."
"Maybe? Sister, what happened?" Pear asked curiously.
"Call you to go, where come so many questions!" Ren Ziling waved his hand and urged.
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"Today's harvest is quite rich."
Just back to the door of the club, Luo Qiu smashed the shopping bag on his hands - I don't know why, Luo boss is always very keen on the discount day of the supermarket.
Of course, most of the things bought are just things like ingredients and spices.
"Yes."
While answering the master, Youyou first pushed open the two pine doors in front of the shop, but found that there was already a black soul messenger waiting in the lobby - certainly not a too cloudy, he probably Still in the "Emerald Fantasy" is a pleasure.
Waiting for the 18th of the Black Soul.
"18, I have seen the master, I have seen Miss You." The messenger, wrapped in a black robe, still greeted her with a harsh voice that made people listen to the goose bumps.
Luo Qiu nodded and walked over to the counter, pinching up his sleeves and tidying up today's harvest. "On the 18th, is there something?"
The Black Soul No. 18 glanced at the ‘Critical Gate’ in the corner of the lobby, and then looked like this:
The subordinates have never returned. This is too disrespectful to the host, so I came back today and asked for peace.

"Is it." Luo Qiu smiled and nodded. "Have you been back for a long time?"
"There is a moment." Black Soul nodded on the 18th.
"Sit down, don't stand." Luo Qiu pointed to the front, "What are you busy with recently?"
"I have been following up with a gold master." Black Soul 18 said quickly, "I believe that soon after, the gold master will become a guest. Does the owner want to look at the information first?"
Luo Qiu shook his head, cut a piece of fresh lemon slices, and then contained it in the mouth, frowning directly: "Well, too sour. On the 18th, do you like to eat lemon?"
"Master, the black soul does not eat anything, no problem." Shake his head on the 18th.
Luo Qiu smiled and said: "There is a lot less fun. You have to learn from the Taiyinzi, and he knows how to live."
"Yes..." Black Soul No. 18 was a little worried and nodded. "I heard that this newcomer has performed very well recently."
"Okay."
"Master, the next time I came back, I actually want to change something." The Black Soul 18 suddenly said.
"If you exchange black soul, you can go directly to the night, you don't have to report it to me." Luo Qiu said casually, "Right, I plan to cook today, do you want to stay for a meal?"
The Black Soul No. 18 shook his head. "I will leave immediately after I have replaced my belongings."
"So... next time." Luo Qiu waved his hand.
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After the black soul left on the 18th, the maidservant returned to the master's side. "Master, on the 18th, asked for a text that has disappeared in ancient Egypt."
Luo Qiu smiled and said: "I said, these things do not have to be specifically reported to me."
You night road: "The 18th is a good black soul, but it has not been turned over for a long time."
Supervising and reminding the work of the Black Soul messenger is also one of the duties of the maidserver... even in this respect there is a very strict attitude.
"She may have her own plans." Luo boss smiled and said: "How to say that the 18th is longer than you and me, there should be a few in my heart."
The maidservant also nodded, and everything obeyed the master's wishes... It was only the work of the black soul that was supervised, and the host who was here was the master.
"Don't say this." Luo boss put his hand and put the salmon bought from the supermarket into the dish. "Then I will ask you, my knife is really not good."
"Ok."
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Even in the middle of the apartment, all the lights were lit during the day – but all the curtains were drawn.
An elderly foreigner is holding a piece of paper in his hand, stepping back and forth in the living room, thinking about something in his brow.
In the middle of the sofa, there is also a young man sitting. The appearance of the youth is almost the same as that of the foreign veteran – certainly not because of their blood relationship, the reason why they say they are similar, that they are not trimming.
Wang Yuechuan and Professor Cui Fo from Australia, for his interpretation of the strange book on hand.
At this time, unlike Professor Cui Fo's brow and deep lock, Wang Yuechuan was staring at the coffee table in front of him - on this coffee table, a black cloth with a flat square was placed.
At this point, Wang Yuechuan took a deep breath and opened the small bottle next to it, which contained some white powder. These powders are ground using commercially available crystals.
Wang Yuechuan poured the crystal powder from the bottle into the palm of his hand. Then he clenched the powder and started to slide it from his fist little by little, on the black cloth on the coffee table, a little bit. The ground used these powders to draw out a strange pattern.
In the end, Wang Yuechuan even took a knife, scratched his finger, and his expression became more focused.
He squeezed his slashed fingers hard, and the red blood dripped on the black cloth.
He went on, and then read something lightly and quickly... a magical spell.
(End of this chapter)