The Daily Life of the Immortal King

In the afternoon, I was depressed in the office.

He received a complaint call from the morning, all from the “enthusiasm of the public” phone, the main complaint is about the sixty. Many enthusiastic citizens expressed their disrespect for the behavior of the 60-year-old who did not have a holiday today and continued to attend classes.

Although there is still no movement in the revenge plan of the Demon Hunter, it is a group of awkward gangsters! God knows what kind of metamorphosis they will do to the children… These days, because of the psychologically dark metamorphosis, there are many injuries!

For example, there is a dregs that should be beaten by the sky a few days ago, and the children are cut off on the way to the two children who are still in elementary school. This kind of person should be late, it is time to go to hell! The soul can never live forever! What kind of hand do you have for a child? If you can bear it, you can make a real person!

At that time, Zhuo’s seeing this news made him angry.

Therefore, in fact, it is not incomprehensible for these problems. However, many times the suspension of classes is not determined by himself. Sometimes, when you are in a high position, you have more constraints. Everything has to be done. cautious.

This time there was no suspension in the 60s. This is a combination of various factors. Although it is not clear that President Chen and Shangfeng have considered what factors, this decision was made. However, as the principal of Chen, President Chen has never made any mistakes in every decision in the 60th. In fact, it is true. The revenge notice initiated by the Devils Club is back in the morning, but this will be afternoon now. Even the shadows have not been seen.

“Zhuo Ge, it seems that there is no movement now?” The Office of the General Administration and the Office of the Deputy General Administration are in one room. Zhong Lang looked at the time and explored his head and asked him.

I shrugged and shook my shoulders: “The hen…”

He doesn’t know what the situation is…

And I don’t know why, now there is a very good premonition. He feels that there is a huge shadow on his head that is slowly covering himself, and finally turned into a pot and buckled directly on his head.

When he was thinking about it, his cell phone suddenly shook…

Zhuoyi looked at the caller ID.

This is the call of Secretary Dakang…

“Isn’t it so ugly?” Zhuoyi took a slap in the mouth and then connected the phone.

At the end of the phone, there was a direct praise from the old secretary that he did not leave a half-hearted feeling: “Little Zhuo Zi! You are doing beautiful!”

Zhuoyi: “…”

He…he is doing it again?

Secretary Dakang: “We found the body of the hunter-gatherer returning elite in a mountain forest. This is the episode of Ji Xing, who is planning this project! Now there is a man who is still alive! The hunter will be this The returnee elite group has been destroyed! You honestly confess, is the teacher behind you again shot?”

Zhuoyi: “The old secretary, I…”

“Don’t you, yours, I know that everything is arranged!”

Secretary of Dakang: “The predecessor, if you are willing to come out and meet, I am always welcome. He has helped us a lot!”

Zhuoyi: “That now…”

Secretary Dakang: “Now I am still doing a dry talk? I havetened to open a press conference. This time, the Devils will return to the elite group and there is no one left. I have to look at the online group and have a good say.”

Zhuoyi: “…”

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The Demon Hunt organizes the big plans of the overseas elites to attack the 60s, and ends up with the cost of almost all the deaths. However, there are still two people who have not died… One is the elder Ji Xing who is struggling, and the other is The elders who are in the resurrection stage of the ghosts and have been arrested and arrested.

These two are the top and second ranks of the elites in the returnees. However, even though both of them have completely lost their fighting ability, it is impossible to participate in combat in a short time.

The midday of the sixty is still quiet. Qiu Ye’s pancake fruit stalls are ready to be collected at noon. When Qiu Ye is ready to go cart, he suddenly comes with a black umbrella and a white-faced guest. The breath of this person was very cold, and it seemed that even the temperature of the stove on the pancake car was reduced by a few points.

A black umbrella covered half of the face of the person and could not see the whole picture of the person.

Qiu Ye picked up his eyebrows and immediately sighed in silence: “This gentleman… I don’t have enough batter here, I can only do the last one. Do you want to add shortbread or fritters? The ingredients of this pancake fruit are a little bit at noon. Not too fresh, if you still want it, old age can be considered cheaper…”

The person under the black umbrella slammed openly: “French.”

Simplified and concise, not to say half a word.

“Well.” Qiu Ye nodded and began to make pancakes.

When the egg went down, Qiu Ye could not help but sigh: “Today is really peaceful.”

The people under the black umbrella heard the words and silently.

“This person is like this, like the pancake fruit, it is sweet sauce or spicy sauce. In the end, we have to make careful choices. Some places can provoke, some places can not provoke…” Speaking here, Qiu Ye One of the pancakes has been finished, and then he is very familiar with the bag: “Come on, boy, your pancake fruit.”

The guest with a black umbrella stared at the pancake fruit. He hadn’t moved for a long time. He watched Qiu Ye push the car away from the end of the road…

Under the black umbrella, the white president was shocked.

He has just stood still, this is not to stop thinking, but to be set in place by a strong atmosphere… so that his entire body can not move half a step!

Is this 60-year-old really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?

Even a grandfather selling pancakes at the door is so horrible?

President Bai squinted deeply and began to weigh the stakes.

Then I lowered my head and licked the pancake fruit in my hand…

Yep……

Fried…

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On the other hand, Wang Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief at the position of the window of the third and third classes, and his pupil re-aggregated from the distracted state. Just the big hand is a method of attaching his soul to other people’s bodies. He went to Qiuye’s body and reminded the white president. Although he is not sure whether it works, it can be said that this time is Wang Ling’s “ultimatum”.

Wang Ma taught him to be a polite child since he was a child. Wang Ling feels that her reminder should be arguably… quite polite!

But can President Bai understand his meaning? This is another matter…