I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"What kind of man are you? What kind of man are you..."

The next day, Jiang Chen woke up to music again.

They are really not bragging, the endurance of Chenguang-1 is indeed far ahead.

Jiang Chen, who was leaning against the car door, sat up straight and then found that his neck was sore.

It seems like I have a stiff neck.

I don’t know when the rain stopped, and the sound of birds singing could be heard outside the car.

Leg side.

The girl who used him as a pillow for the whole night disappeared.

gone?

impossible.

The car is still there.

That witch lives a life of luxury and wears high heels, how could she possibly walk down the mountain?

"Pull."

The car door was opened.

The familiar oval face appeared, with water stains on it, probably from a simple rinse.

As for where the water comes from in the wild mountains and wilderness.

It comes with a doll, which can be used for experiments, not to mention rinsing the mouth and washing the face.

"I didn't expect you to snore so loudly. How could Li Shurui bear it?"

Shi Qianqian got into the car and raised her sleeves to wipe the water stains off her face.

The hibiscus comes out of the clear water and is carved naturally.

At this moment, this first-line socialite in Donghai and even China gives people a different kind of charm.

Jiang Chen rationally ignored it and rubbed his neck gently.

"Go rinse your mouth."

Shi Qianqian threw over a bottle of Wahaha and some disposable toiletries.

It seems that they had been prepared and should have planned to stay overnight from the beginning.

But whether the specific process meets her expectations is another matter.

After a quick wash, we drove down the mountain.

After the rain, the sky cleared up, and the fresh air mixed with the fragrance of the earth was refreshing. The whole world became a lot cleaner.

Jiang Chen held the steering wheel with one hand and rubbed his neck with the other hand from time to time.

"Why don't you lie down and sleep?"

Hearing this, Jiang Chen immediately put down his arms and drove with both hands, "It will be fine in a while."

"Why deceive yourself? Whether we were sitting or lying down, we were sleeping together."

Shi Qianqian looked at the seat and said casually.

"This car comes with a dashcam when it leaves the factory. It was driven all night last night, and everything that happened is recorded clearly in 360 degrees. You can open it and watch it again now."

Jiang Chen was concise and to the point.
Shi Qianqian became quiet instantly, and I wonder if she was regretting why she designed the car so thoughtfully.

Drive down Langlang Mountain safely.

Many experiences may only happen once in a lifetime, and you don’t know when the next time will come, or whether you will have the chance again in this lifetime.

The signal was restored after we got down the mountain. It seems that the mobile phone I have used for many years needs to be upgraded. Time rolls forward, and those who cannot keep up will be eliminated.

"Call me when you get there."

Shi Qianqian yawned, turned her head, and actually went back to sleep.

Jiang Chen, who slept later last night, didn't disturb her.

When the car stopped again, it had arrived outside the Shi family manor.

"Why are you stopping here? Open the door."

Shi Qianqian, who was awakened, looked out with sleepy eyes and found that she was still twenty or thirty meters away from the gate of her manor.

"Save electricity. I have to go back to Spring and Autumn Mansion."

Shi Qianqian was speechless.

How much electricity would be consumed by adding twenty or thirty more meters?
Shi Qianqian tidied herself up and was too lazy to talk any more. After all, they had already chatted all night last night.

"Be safe and don't drive while tired."

Tsk.

I still know that.

"boom."

The car door slammed shut and Chen Guang immediately turned around and left without stopping.

Qi Xixi walked forward as if nothing had happened.

"Miss."

"Miss."

Entering the manor, the nanny greets you.

Shi Zhenhua was playing with the dog on the lawn.

If you can’t wake up before the age of thirty, you can’t fall asleep after the age of thirty.

"You're back so early."

When Shi Zhenhua saw his beloved daughter who had not returned home all night, the first thing he expressed was not concern.

A very special person, indeed different from others.

"Wang Wang..."

The big, sturdy white bear with shiny fur greeted Shi Qianqian.

"Ah."

Shi Qianqian responded indifferently. She didn't even bother to say a few more words to her father and walked into the house.

"Wait a moment."

Shi Zhenhua stopped him.

"Were you with Xiao Jiang last night?"

Shi Qianqian turned around calmly, without any sign of panic.

"Dad, can you ask some nutritional questions?"

Ask something nutritious.

well.

Shi Zhenhua held the big white bear and asked, "What did you do last night?"

The Shi family is different from most families. The way the father and daughter communicate has always been quite special.

Now that’s direct and nutritious enough, right?
No matter how open-minded Shi Zhenhua is, he would never joke about his daughter's safety. Moreover, his daughter is now the head of Jinhai. He must know exactly where his daughter is, at least who she is with.

"chat."

Shi Qianqian is very honest.

Shi Zhenhua said calmly, "What did you talk about?"

“Man and nature, the earth and the universe, science and metaphysics.”

Shi Zhenhua was distracted.

"...Dad didn't force you to do that. You don't have to say it if you don't want to."

"Then I'm going upstairs."

Shi Zhenhua was just retreating to advance, but he didn't know that his beloved daughter would take advantage of the situation and actually leave him behind, walked a few steps towards the door, and suddenly stopped.

"Dad, do you know why the sky is dark?"

"..."

Shi Zhenhua's face was expressionless.

"Don't call me for dinner."

Shi Qianqian turned around again and walked into the house, leaving her father and the dog alone.

Spring and Autumn Washington.

The Martial Saint is at home.

The rest days in international schools are different from those in domestic schools. They are not on Saturdays and Sundays.

As a "guardian", Duanmu Liuli is undoubtedly quite open-minded. She advocates teaching students in accordance with their aptitude and allowing them freedom. As long as the Martial Saint does not run away from home, she basically will not interfere with what he does.

Because it rained last night, the sunshine this morning seemed particularly bright.

Duanmu Liuli was sitting on the sofa watching TV with the remote control in hand, while Wu Sheng was sitting on the stairwell playing with his cell phone.

The two sides kept to themselves and lived in harmony, enjoying their own happiness, except...

It seemed like no one noticed that there was one person missing from the house.

Maybe it's because someone is often not at home, so I'm not used to his presence.

"Anchor, anchor..."

Wu Sheng was not chatting with his female classmates, that was something he would do in the past. Now he is not so childish.

He spent more than an hour and waited in line for a long time before finally breaking out of the crowd and connecting with a treasure appraisal host on the starry sky.

With tens of millions of fans, there were hundreds of thousands of people online in the live broadcast room early in the morning. He was definitely the top star in the starry sky.

In the niche category of treasure appraisal, he can be said to be the leader.

Although he looks a bit abstract, wears a pair of glasses, and always looks lecherous when he sees a pretty girl, but I've been following him for more than half a year. This guy is really something.

It is rare for Wu Sheng to admire a person, but this anchor is indeed quite capable and has a wide range of knowledge, ranging from ancient coins, calligraphy and paintings, to ivory, bone and horn tools, not to mention jade and ceramics. He can even identify the tomb-grabbing talismans at a glance through the video link.

Much more reliable than any self-boasting guru.

The reason why Wu Sheng paid attention to this anchor was naturally because he was influenced by his elder sister.

My elder sister likes to collect antiques and collectibles, and she occasionally brings some back home. In Wu Guangjiang's bedroom hangs a painting that my elder sister brought back.

He didn't know what it was called, but the painting showed a few horses, and Wu Guangjiang treasured it so much that he never let anyone touch it, and he never even took it out for people to appreciate.

Considering Wu Guangjiang's personality of loving to show off, one can imagine how much he cares about that painting as he behaves like this.

"Hey, man, how old are you?"

The anchor was chatting with the barrage and was attracted by the voice of Wu Sheng who suddenly connected.

Wu Sheng may be mature, but his physical age is only a middle school student in his teens, so his voice must be different from that of an adult. And Xingkong has rules that minors are not allowed to live broadcast or connect online.

After watching for so long, Wu Sheng naturally understood the rules. In order to avoid being carried away to calm down, he immediately changed his tone and deliberately made his voice deeper.

"Anchor, I have a few treasures that I want you to help take care of."

Although he thought there was something wrong with his voice, he, as one of the best treasure appraisers on the Starry Sky platform, didn't think much about it.

"Well, let's take a look."

He rested his arms on the table and adjusted his glasses. While dealing with the Martial Saint, he was also chatting with the hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room. His attitude was quite relaxed.

Wu Sheng, who was here today just for the online connection, was well prepared. He sat on the steps holding his cell phone in one hand and took out a silver coin from his trouser pocket with the other hand.

"Host, take a look, can this door be opened?"

He placed the silver coin under the camera.

Even though he is a big star with tens of millions of fans, this treasure appraisal host is still very serious about his job. When he saw Wu Sheng took out something, he immediately stopped joking with the audience in the live broadcast room and looked at it carefully.

"Turn over."

The Martial Saint did as he was told and turned the silver coin over.

"Okay, don't move."

The anchor adjusted his glasses, rested his head on his arm, and continued to look closely.

The barrage of comments is endless and it is hard to take in.

Someone has recognized it.

"Well, this is very open. Some brothers have said that it is a warlord coin. It is very open, very open."

Open the door.

It's his professional term.

It means "genuine".

People who don't watch it often may not understand it.

"How much is that worth?"

The Martial Saint asked.

He didn't really care whether the door could be opened or not, because this was given to him by his sister, so how could it be a fake?

"Don't say that word..."

The host's face immediately turned serious.

There are many taboos in live streaming, such as certain words that cannot be mentioned. The live streaming room may be closed at the very least, and the account may be banned at the worst.

Wu Sheng knew it, but forgot it for a moment. After being reminded, he immediately changed his words, still holding his throat.

"Host, how much is this coin worth?"

Steamed bun.

It is also a professional term.

It's clear what it means.

On the screen, the treasure appraisal host with tens of millions of fans picked up a computer next to him.

"6000."

After pressing it, he asked, "Are you satisfied?"

"good."

"Will you pass it on?"

In addition to appraising treasures, this anchor also buys and sells antiques, which is the meaning of "transmission".

Of course, only buy and sell things that are allowed to be bought and sold.

Silver coins are generally tradable.

“Not passing it on.”

I can’t sell the things my sister gave me even if I had to beg on the street.

"Well, you can think about it."

The anchor didn't force it, after all, he didn't need this little bit of business.

"Anchor, wait for me, I have something else."

Wu Sheng stood up and ran upwards, with the camera of the mobile phone in his hand shaking.

"Fuck, a mansion."

"Some people are still watching The Return of the Condor Heroes."

“This house is really magnificent.”

"Damn, why are there so many rich people!"

The barrage of comments is floating around.

"Brothers, calm down and don't be jealous of the rich. If everyone works harder, tomorrow will be better."

The host comforted the audience and was very positive.

"Anchor, take a look at this."

When he reached the corner of the stairs, Wu Sheng stopped, picked up his mobile phone, and moved the camera slowly.

"what?"

The anchor didn't see it clearly at first and only saw a glass cover, but after a while, his expression froze, and then he adjusted his glasses and laughed.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

The live broadcast room exploded.

"Will this open the door?"

"Dude..."

The anchor rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward, "Don't you know what this is?"

"Dog head!"

The Way of the Martial Saint.

That's right.

Countless people in the live broadcast room recognized it.

"Yes, this is the dog among the twelve zodiac animals. It is a national treasure. So far, its whereabouts are unknown and no one knows where it has gone."

"I asked you if you could open the door."

Wu Sheng seemed not to understand the host's reminder.

"You took the hood."

Seeing that he was stubborn, the host said.

"Awesome! Forged twelve animal heads!"

“Rich people dare to think and act.”

"It would be fine if he imitated a living person, but the dog head has disappeared long ago."

The barrage discussion was lively.

I agree with the host and think this is a fake.

Who could believe that a national treasure that had been lost overseas and whose whereabouts were unknown would just appear in the live broadcast room?

Wu Sheng took great effort to remove the glass cover.

"Bring it closer."

The host was very relaxed at the beginning and wanted to show off his treasure appraisal skills once again, but as time went on, his eyes and even his expression gradually changed.

"Turn around."

He adjusted his glasses and involuntarily leaned forward, getting closer.

"Open the door?"

Wu Sheng walked around several times with his cell phone in his hand.

"laugh……"

The host laughed again, but this time his laugh was completely different from the speechless laugh he had when he first saw the dog head.

"Dude..."

He hesitated, "Where did you get this?"

The Martial Saint said nothing.

The anchor raised his hand and pressed outside the camera.

A desolate and melodious BGM then sounded in the live broadcast room.

"The pear blossoms in the courtyard have fallen for another year, and the moonlight shines on the empty steps in the clear night..."

“Dude, are you in the country now?”

"Oh my god! What does that mean?! Could this dog head be real?!"

Most of the people in the live broadcast room are old viewers, so they can naturally see the clues from the host’s reaction.

This caused a huge uproar.

"The Dog Head has appeared?!"

"Quan, you better watch carefully! Don't do it for show!"

"Mom asked me why I was kneeling to watch the live broadcast!"

At this moment, the anchor had no time to interact with the audience. His already small eyes narrowed uncontrollably, but still could not hide his shock and astonishment.

"Hey, wait a minute. I'm going to make a phone call and ask a teacher in this field to help you. Don't hang up..."

"what are you doing?"

A voice sounded from behind.

Wu Sheng suddenly turned his head, smiled awkwardly, put down his phone immediately, and hung up the call quietly.

"Brother Jiang Chen, I'm taking pictures."

It turned out that someone who had been camping for a night had returned.

Studio.

Looking at the disconnected connection, the anchor turned around anxiously, "Brother, brother..." (End of this chapter)