The strongest fairy king

Chapter 8 Beauty Boss
Lin Yuyang quickly put the bracelet in his pocket, walked out of the yard, and asked, "Who?"

"Lin Yuyang, I'm Zhang Xiaorong."

Zhang Xiaorong?Lin Yuyang read it silently twice, then remembered her background, knowing that she was the owner of Lin Yuyang's part-time flower shop, so he stepped forward and opened the door.

There was a woman standing at the door, she looked about 23 or 172 years old, she was carrying a black bag, her skin was fair, showing a healthy milky white, she was tall, about [-] cm tall, she was wearing a blue casual sportswear, and put her Her skin is more fair, and it also outlines her slender figure.

"Lin Yuyang." Seeing him, Zhang Xiaorong immediately asked, "Why don't you go to work?"

The current Lin Yuyang just took over his body and memory, and has no familiarity with Zhang Xiaorong, but strictly speaking, he is still an acquaintance. When he saw this beautiful big sister-like female boss, he couldn't help but take a few more glances before taking it back. Looking at her, she said, "Ah, I'm sick."

Zhang Xiaorong frowned suspiciously, and asked with concern: "How is your health now?"

Facing her question, Lin Yuyang scratched his head and said, "It's getting better."

"You didn't come to the store, and you didn't say hello. I thought something happened to you, and I was very worried, but you don't have a mobile phone, so I couldn't reach you by phone, so I had to come here in person." Zhang Xiaorong said, sniffing her nose, " It smells so strong of traditional Chinese medicine, are you brewing medicine?"

"My ancestors were Chinese medicine practitioners. I usually make medicine by myself when I'm sick." Lin Yuyang said half-truths and half-truths. According to the memory received, Lin Yuyang's grandfather who died was really a Chinese medicine practitioner, and he was working alone in the city. I haven't talked about these things with anyone, and I won't be exposed if I say this.

Zhang Xiaorong showed some surprise when she heard the words, "I have also taken traditional Chinese medicine, and it has some effects, but the effect is too slow. You'd better take western medicine, and the healing speed will be much faster."

"Uh, the medicine from my ancestors is very effective. Besides, I don't like western medicine, so I didn't take it." When Lin Yuyang was speaking, he moved away, "Let's go inside and have a sip of tea."

"No, I still have something to do and I have to leave right away." Zhang Xiaorong shook her head and asked, "When can you go to work?"

If Zhang Xiaorong hadn't come here to talk about going to work in person, Lin Yu would never have thought about it. After being possessed and reborn, his first thought was how to improve his strength, and everything else was left behind. Hearing this, he showed a thoughtful look, After a few seconds, he said, "I want to resign."

"What?" Zhang Xiaorong was taken aback when she heard the words, "You did a good job, why did you resign?"

Lin Yuyang once again told a white lie: "Ah, recently I've been tinkering with the secret books of traditional Chinese medicine passed down by my ancestors, and plan to engage in this industry."

Zhang Xiaorong frowned when she heard the words, and stared at him carefully for a few times, wanting to see if he was lying, but his expression was firm and he didn't look like he was lying, so he couldn't help hesitating.

After more than ten seconds, Zhang Xiaorong said: "Yuyang, if you have a good future, I won't stop you, but you can't leave just because you are not here today, Xiaoli is sending flowers, she has been following I complained, how about this, you can hold on for a few more days, and when I recruit someone, I will let you go immediately, is that okay?"

This boss is easy to talk to, and according to the memories left by the dead Lin Yuyang, she is a kind-hearted person who often helps him, and seeing the pleading expression on her fair face, Lin Yuyang nodded and said: "I am now I haven't fully recovered yet, so I want to take three days off, and I won't be able to go in these few days."

Ding ding ding.

Zhang Xiaorong's cell phone rang, she took out the cell phone and looked at it, she didn't answer the phone, but hung up directly, and then said to Lin Yuyang: "Okay, I will grant you three days off, these few days I will let Xiaoli take the leave Come on, I have something to go."

After seeing off Zhang Xiaorong, Lin Yuyang returned home, thinking about going to work.

"Whether in the world of cultivation or in the ordinary world, one can't live well without strength. The law of survival of the weak is applicable everywhere, so improving strength is the most important thing."

"Now I want to make money. It's not difficult. Using storage bracelets to sell some rare items can earn more than working in a flower shop for a year. However, I have promised her that I will go to top two in a few days." Let's work every day."

After making a plan, Lin Yuyang took a knife and prepared to let the blood out, and used the method of "recognizing the Lord with a drop of blood" to sacrifice the storage bracelet initially.

Recognizing the master by dripping blood is a relatively common way to sacrifice magic weapons in the cultivation world. Through this method, a subtle connection between magic weapons and monks can be initially established, making future manipulation more handy.

For any spiritual item, if there is no other monk's consciousness in it, you can directly recognize the owner with a drop of blood. If there is any spiritual consciousness left by other monks, you only need to erase it. As for whether there is any other monk's consciousness in the magic weapon, judge The method is also very simple, you only need to immerse your spiritual consciousness into the magic weapon to know.

Lin Yuyang had tested it before, and his consciousness had entered the storage bracelet twice, and he knew that there was no consciousness left by other monks in it, so he could directly identify the master with a drop of blood.

Cut the skin of the middle finger, and dripped a drop of blood on the bracelet. The bracelet was like a sponge, it swallowed up the blood without leaving any trace of blood.

About three seconds later, a faint light flashed, Lin Yuyang felt the consciousness, established a subtle connection with the bracelet, and knew that the bleeding was successful. From now on, he is the owner of the storage bracelet. If it is accidentally lost or snatched away, he can sense the location of the bracelet as long as it is within a radius of 5000 meters.

Wearing the bracelet on his wrist, Lin Yuyang took out the cash from selling the psychic jade in the morning. With a movement of his consciousness, the cash disappeared, and he moved it into the bracelet. Then he moved his consciousness again, and the cash appeared in his palm.

If ordinary people saw this scene, they would think he could do magic tricks, but in fact, it was just the most basic method for a cultivator.

In the next 2 minutes, Lin Yuyang put the small things at home into the storage bracelet, took them out, put them in again, and used them repeatedly for a while, gradually regaining the feeling of being a cultivator in the previous life .

"It's a pity that the magic weapon of storage can't be filled with vital things. Otherwise, if I find that Liu Xin now, I can put her in it directly. Just starve her alive for a few days, and she will be starved to faint. See if she is still alive." Do you dare to be arrogant in front of me?"

Suddenly, the bracelet emitted a faint gray light. Lin Yuyang was surprised for a while, and quickly looked down, and suddenly found that the surface of the bracelet gradually brightened.

"what happened?"

A streak of gray light flashed out, Lin Yuyang was afraid of any danger, so he quickly put the bracelet on the bed, and took a few steps back, observing vigilantly.

The gray light was still flickering, and suddenly jumped over, Lin Yuyang bent down to avoid it, but he didn't expect that the light would turn, faster than him, just as he bent down, the light covered his eyebrows.

Lin Yuyang stretched out his hand, trying to tear the light away, but it penetrated into the center of his eyebrows in an instant, like a pair of scissors, forcibly breaking the skin between his eyebrows, and the muscles on his face twitched in pain.

"Ah, it hurts."

Lin Yuyang let out a low cry, the light penetrated into the center of his brows, and immediately fused with a wisp of his spiritual consciousness. During this process, he felt that his spiritual consciousness was being burned, and his painful brows frowned. Character.

(End of this chapter)