The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

Then Long Qiyao began to recommend these great figures to Solo one by one, and did not hesitate to recommend Solo to everyone with his praise, which made everyone confused.

But what kind of existence is Long Qiyao, not to mention that there is a tiger with sharp teeth on the head of Deputy Commander Long Yun behind him.

Even if there is no Long Yun, as far as the current Long Qiyao is concerned, they will try their best to curry favor. I am afraid there is no chance.

When Long Qiyao pulled Solo to the last middle-aged man, Long Qiyao's face immediately sank:

"Luo Er, let's meet. This is Zheng Weiguo, director of Yanjing Public Security Bureau, one of my few incompetent disciples. After all, you have to call him senior brother..."

After hearing Long Qiyao's words, Solo was slightly taken aback. He never thought that this middle-aged man who was not a few years younger than Long Qiyao would be Long Qiyao's disciple, and he had already made up his mind at such a young age. The position of the director of the Public Security Bureau...

And Zheng Weiguo, the director of the Public Security Department, stood respectfully in front of Long Qiyao, not daring to show any air. After hearing Long Qiyao's words, he immediately smiled and extended his hand to Solo with a smile on his face.

However, with Solo's scheming, he inadvertently discovered that the Yanjing Buddha, who was definitely worthy of weight in his own eyes, was already sweating coldly when standing in front of Long Qiyao.

When Solo first entered the living room of Qian's house, Zheng Weiguo had been carefully observing his teacher Long Qiyao's attitude towards this ridiculously young man.

When he saw Long Qiyao recommending Solo to all the great Buddhas one by one, he could already be sure in his heart that this young man had secretly ascended to the position, and he didn't even know it.

Being valued by the Long family at such a young age, it seems that I have to take care of this junior in many ways in the future. I am really negligent. I didn't know until the teacher pushed the young man to the front of the stage. I was too passive...

Solo already knew in his heart that his godfather wanted to create momentum for him today, and while he was grateful in his heart, he became more careful in his words and deeds, and his whole body exuded a rightful and sharp aura, which was not at all obscene.

"Hello, Director Zheng, I am very glad to meet you, and I will have the opportunity to learn from you in the future..."

Although Solo looked flattered, he was neither humble nor overbearing, which surprised the old foxes present, and secretly said: "The young people who can be favored by the Long family really have something extraordinary..."

After a circle of introductions, everyone sat down again. Solo just stood obediently behind Long Qiyao. Naturally, Tang Ling and Bai Xue had no possibility of being introduced to everyone.

Some of the old guys with horrible jobs had some friendship with Suo Tian, ​​Suo Luo's father. After seeing So Luo, they felt a little emotional for a while.

Among them, the giant Buddha whose deputy head of the Disciplinary Inspection and Supervision Department is Qian Jiang, beckoned Solo over, and held Solo's hand with emotion:

"I didn't expect Suotian's children to grow up so big. I think your father helped me a lot back then. I didn't expect him to die young. Your father's spells may also be lost..." The old man Feng Qingyun said calmly , but also sighed.

Solo actually noticed the old man at the first sight after he entered the room, and now he heard him talk about spells, and his heart moved: "Grandpa Qian, do you know spells? Do you believe in this too?"

After hearing Solo's words, the old man sighed and lowered his head. According to his status, he should not mention spells in front of the juniors. After all, these things are contrary to science and should not be said from their mouths.

Seeing that Mr. Qian was silent, Solo said in a low voice, "Grandpa Qian, maybe I can help you with your matter..."

"Oh?"

After listening to Suo Luo's words, Mr. Qian's eyes flashed, and then he turned his head and looked at Long Qiyao: "Qiyao, is there any room available? I want to borrow your son Suo Tian for use, and have a good chat with him. He's an interesting little guy..."

Long Qiyao had already heard the conversation between Solo and Mr. Qian, and he glanced at Solo with deep meaning in his eyes. Although the meaning of blame was not strong, the meaning was already obvious.

Suo simply pretended he didn't see it, and Mr. Qian nodded at Long Qiyao: "Qiyao, you know something about me, let me talk to the little guy, maybe he really inherited Suotian's mantle I can't tell..."

It seems that this old man Qian's status is not low, Long Qiyao is also very jealous of him, and shook his head with a wry smile: "Uncle Qian, young people are reckless..."

Elder Qian waved his hand, and Long Qiyao immediately ordered Long Yi, who was waiting on the side, to take Solo upstairs to have a secret talk with Elder Qian.

After Mr. Qian sat down, Solo didn't dare to sit down. He stood in front of him and looked up at Mr. Qian. Before Mr. Qian could speak, he said first, "Grandpa Qian, is there anything unclean at home?"

After hearing Solo's words, Mr. Qian's expression didn't change at all, but his heart moved slightly. But with his city, he couldn't judge whether Solo's words were true or not, after all, he had mentioned the spell technique before.

Seeing Elder Jiang's expression remained calm, Solo thought for a moment, and then said, "Grandpa Qian, as soon as I entered the door, I noticed that your old man's face was covered by black clouds, and there were mixed talismans on your body. You have already looked for someone who understands talismans..."

When Mr. Qian heard Solo say this, it was difficult to keep calm: "Solo, what else can you see?"

"One knife, one gun, one talisman and one sword, it's hard to shake. I think the person closest to Grandpa Qian is already terminally ill..." So Luo bowed his head and said nothing.

At this time, Mr. Qian had already stood up abruptly: "Son, how many levels of your father's skills have you mastered?"

"Hmph! Him? Recently, after I have gained some insight into the art of spells, even if he is still alive, he is no longer my opponent..." Mr. Qian knew a little about Solo's discord with Suotian.

The west mountain of the capital, with the upper wind and the lower water, has been a noble place in the capital since ancient times.

"East is rich and west is expensive"

Those who can live here in Xishan are not ordinary people.

The two-story small villa of Qian’s hometown is independent of a quiet place in the Xishan villa area. The small building is completely covered by pale black creepers, leaving only the doors and windows.

The small building is surrounded by tall walls. The ancient pine trees, cypress trees, and thick black elms exude an ancient and vicissitudes of life. The shrubs, flowers and plants are winding paths leading to secluded places. Although there are no water pavilions and pavilions, it is still a good place. where.

When Mr. Qian brought Solo to the outside of the small building surrounded by guards, the sun had already set in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun swayed like blood, and the reflections of mottled vegetation were all over the ground.

quack...

A few crows suddenly screamed and flew up from the half-dead elm tree, circling in the sky and flying into the distance.

Solo stopped when he was still some distance away from the small building of Qian's House, and kept looking up at the surrounding terrain. He didn't have a compass in his hand, and only relied on his own eyes to carefully observe everything around him.

When he arrived at the courtyard gate of the small building, he glanced at the weak vegetation outside the courtyard, wrinkled his head slightly, but didn't say anything.

Qian Lao ordered the soldiers on duty at the gate to open the door and let them go, and a group of people waited until they entered the yard.

In a bedroom in the Qian### building, the curtains covered all the windows, and the room was dimly lit. There was a piece of yellow paper Zhusha Talisman pasted on the top of the bedroom door. After entering the room, Solo turned his head and took a look. Paper Curse, frowned again, but did not speak.

There was a large bed in the room, and an old woman was lying on the bed. The old woman was pale and almost ashen, and she was skinny and skinny. She looked like a skeleton, and she seemed to be on her deathbed.

And beside the old man's bed, a woman in her twenties is sitting by the bed and reading a book. The woman is round and beautiful, full of momentum. People directly ignore her heaven-defying appearance and give birth to a heart of surrender, giving people a sense of oppression.

Seeing Mr. Qian walking into the bedroom with a boy who looked like a high school student, the girl hurriedly stood up, called Mr. Qian grandpa in a low voice, and then completely ignored Solo, the brat in her heart.

"Heroine, why are you here free? Is the company not busy?" Mr. Qian seemed to like his granddaughter very much, and asked the imposing beauty in front of him with a smile.

"It's been a long time since I came to see grandma, what did the doctor say? There's nothing I can do?" Jingwo frowned slightly.