Mr. Lu Shuren once said: "When the enemy suspects that you have weapons of mass destruction, you'd better have it." - Meng agreed deeply

After closing his eyes and thinking for nearly two hours, Meng Lang summarized all the cards he had at hand and stretched his eyebrows slightly.

Even if the Angel Sect can get angels of the True Immortal level to suppress him and the old hooligan, the price they will have to pay is absolutely not high. Therefore, there are only two more than 90% of the true Immortals that may appear, and even only one may be.

In this way, thanks to his usual hidden deep enough, including the life-saving clone clone and the short-term immortal mode of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sound Art was not exposed to the public's eyes, which is also the power to break the deadlock at that time...

In addition, even though he had saved enough points during this period, he had not entered the world of the pot to upgrade his skills. Under Zhuge Dali's operation, the shipment rate of the demon-refining pot has steadily increased, and the heavenly treasures and earthly treasures and other messy things have been combined.

I believe that as long as he accumulates for a while, he can refine several pots of elixirs that increase the upper limit of the blue bar with the medical knowledge of Ouyang Shaogong, Baiyue and Asaxin.

Humph~ As long as the blue bar is enough, who will be afraid of someone Meng?

What's more, it's only two months and two days since he traveled through time. Now there are still nine months left before the Angel Cult launches the conspiracy of the World Indies Conference, and there is still a lot of time left for the hangman to grow up...

Sweeping away the dark clouds in his heart, Meng Lang did not rush to open his eyes. He silently turned on his domineering attitude and tentatively "look" into the villa.

Don't get me wrong. Mr. Meng is a well-known gentleman and has nothing to do with peeping. He is young and pure just wants to see with his own eyes how much the adult world can fall into.

However, the domineering spirit of seeing and hearing the last second was just opened, and the next second, Meng Lang heard the sound of the villa door opening.

When I opened my eyes, I happened to see Ding Shian and Nuolan blushing and pushing out the door.

Meng Lang teased his face: "Uncle An, Sister Nuolan, are you talking?"

"Well, we've agreed!"

Unlike Ding Ji-an, who was tedious when things were about to come, Nuolan, who had experienced many things in the world, seemed generous in this regard: "Meng Alliance, I heard that you are eager to seek talent. Can I join too?"

"Well..."

Seeing Meng Lang hesitating, Ding Shian immediately widened his eyes: "Boy! What do you mean?"

"No, Uncle An, don't worry! I didn't say I didn't welcome Sister Nuolan, but her position arrangement is a bit troublesome..."

"What trouble?"

Meng Lang spread his palms with a embarrassed face.

"I have seen Sister Nuolan's skills. Although she is not strong in her actual combat ability, she is definitely well-known in her attainments in soul magic. Ordinary leaders of small sects may not be able to compare with her...

But because of this, I can’t take out a free job to treat Sister Nuolan? Now the captains of the 20 permanent tactical teams are all in place, one carrot and one pit, and there is no suitable position for her to arrange!"

"What do you want to do?"

"Well, I have a good suggestion here, that is... I feel a little aggrieved by Sister Nuolan. I don't know if you want it or not."

When he heard that he was about to suffer grievance, Ding Shio An frowned slightly, but just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a tightening in his hand.

Looking back, Nuolan covered his mouth and shook his head at him with a smirk, then turned to Meng Lang: "Brother Ding is your uncle after all, Xiaolang, please stop teasing him! Tell me quickly, what are you going to arrange for me to do?"

Meng, who was fed a mouthful of dog food, shook his head helplessly, and looked at the old couple holding hands and looking at the same time as they raised their eyebrows. He couldn't help but say the old saying in the Book of Songs - I live on the head of the Yangtze River, you live on the tail of the Yangtze River, and wait until one day, and become a ghost of the Yangtze River together...

"Okay~ I won't keep it a secret. The position in Haoqi League is indeed a bit nervous now, and there are no major positions. But if you think about it carefully, our Deputy Leader Ding happens to be lacking a superb assistant to assist him in his administrative affairs..."

Nuolan's eyes lit up: "No problem, I'll do it!"

"Are you sure?"

As he said that, the smile on Meng Lang's face became more interesting: "You know, this job is never easy. You even have to stay with Vice Leader Ding for more than twelve hours every day, and you don't have much spare time...why do you think about it again?"

Nuolan smiled confidently: "Don't think about it! I like this job very much, and there is no problem with being on standby for 24 hours!"

"Okay then~"

Meng Lang stood up, smiled and looked at Ding Shian with a sympathetic look. When he met a woman like Nuolan who is as scheming as a woman, he is probably not allowed to turn over forever.

"Uncle An, please tell Dali about this matter yourself. She will arrange the induction procedures for Sister Nuolan, and the relevant salary and benefits of the deputy leader assistant are equal to those of the 20 squadron leaders.

Also, for the sake of sleep quality, I requisitioned the employee dormitory on the top floor of Love Apartment as a warehouse. After I got back, my dormitory and Sister Nuolan were changed to 3701. Is it OK?"

Ding Shio An nodded: "I understand, then when will we set out to return to China?"

"I'll leave tonight, the air ticket has been purchased..."

———

A day later, on the evening of November 6, the bingo dessert shop.

Waiting for the seat, four dejected creatures looked at Zhuge Dali and Feng Baobao's familiar drinks.

"Teacher Zeng, what's going on with your face?" Chen Meijia said first and broke the silence.

Zeng Xiaoxian forced himself to smile and waved his hand: "It's nothing~ I didn't wake up when I got up, and I accidentally fell down."

"Puchi--"

When Wang Ye heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "What, Teacher Zeng, this is the first time I have heard that someone can fall out of black eyes."

"That's because you young people have little knowledge! Don't rarely see strange people!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zeng Xiaoxian hurriedly raised his hand to his brother-in-law beside him, and asked: "Zhan Bo, have you just returned from Baiyun Temple today? Why did you come here instead of home?"

"I'm going home first..."

Lu Zhanbo, who was carrying a huge backpack, looked at the horizon with a hollow look, his tone was full of gloom.

"Brother-in-law, I really can't figure it out. When I brought the Transformers back to the master's sect a few days ago, my master and my brothers surrounded it so envious that their eyes were almost glaring out. But... why didn't Wan Yu allow me to take it home?"

"Forehead……"

Listening to his brother-in-law's crying, Zeng Xiaoxian scratched his head in embarrassment: "How did Wan Yu tell you?"

Lu Zhanbo recalled and recounted in Lin Wanyu's tone: "We can only have a piece of wood that is unconfused with the charm of the family. Either keep it or you, you can do it!

——That’s what she said.”

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