True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

"Okay." Jobe didn't have many surprises, he bowed, "Let's do it now, please rest assured master."

Caesar leaned lazily on the bed, but his eyes were sharp like a knife: "I don't need to say more about family matters, let some restless members calm down."

If he doesn't go out, it doesn't mean that the Laurent family can change.

Job nodded again, and after saluting, he left the room.

Caesar scratched his golden hair.

The only similarity between him and Norton is probably too high-profile.

But Norton is crazier than him, otherwise he wouldn't name a university directly after himself, and he would have to be the number one in the world.

Too ashamed, he couldn't do it.

Caesar clicked his tongue: "I forgot one thing."

He should ask his boss to help him calculate his luck.

**

O continent, a university town.

After finishing the investment in the laboratory, Ying Zijin went downstairs.

The draw for the international finals will be held tomorrow, and the players are inevitably nervous.

It's good to be drawn to the team competition, at least we can cooperate and make up for each other's shortcomings.

In the individual competition, if you are impatient and can't answer anything, the global live broadcast will be a public execution.

Even the top ten players in Elan School and online competitions are no exception.

Except for Irna, of course.

Instead, she didn't want to participate in the team competition.

Irna also put down her words, she didn't want people to hold her back.

Ying Zijin didn't pay attention to these things, they were all told to her by Teng Yunmeng.

The two sat in the living room on the first floor.

Teng Yunmeng asked: "Zijin, do you want to participate in the team competition or the individual competition?"

"It doesn't matter." Ying Zijin tore open the sugar packet and sprinkled it into the coffee, "It's all the same."

"Isn't that right?" Feng Yue came in from outside at this time, holding a guard in his hand, and he added, "Whether God Ying is participating in the team competition or the individual competition, it is always sweeping the audience."

Hearing this, Teng Yunmeng was taken aback: "Feng Yue, don't say such things first, Irna has many admirers, don't cause trouble for Zijin."

Feng Yue scratched his head: "I wrote it down."

After speaking, he prepared to go upstairs.

Ying Zijin condensed the imperial guard in Feng Yue's hands, and suddenly said, "Feng Yue."

"Ahhh?" Feng Yue stopped immediately, his expression serious. "God Ying, if you have anything to do, you can direct it, go through fire and water, and do whatever you want."

If it wasn't for Ying Zijin who made the people from Yilan Engineering lose face at the entrance of the research base a few days ago, maybe they would be ridiculed and oppressed for how long.

Ying Zijin pointed at the imperial guard and nodded, "Lend me this one in your hand."

"This?" Feng Yue was stunned for a while, and mentioned the Yushou, "This is the Yushou. I bought it in the commercial street just now, and many people buy it again."

He was very attentive: "Ying God, do you want it? If you want it, I will buy it for you now."

"I know." Ying Zijin took it, "No, I'll just take a look."

Of course she had heard of Yushou.

At the earliest, the concept of Yushou originated from the Tang Dynasty, which means amulet, and then it was introduced to other countries.

But just like the Tarot cards, most of the royal guards sold on the market are useless.

It can't be said to be fake, but it really does not have the effect of protecting the body, and buying it is also a spiritual comfort.

Not as good as some fine jade.

After thousands of years of changes, there are now many kinds of imperial guards, those who seek career and those who seek wealth.

The Yushou that Feng Yue bought was a love-praying Yushou.

Ying Zijin pinched the imperial guard, his eyes deepening.

Sure enough, she smelled right, this imperial guard exudes a very light fragrance.

The scent is derived from a poisonous herb, Xiling grass.

Xiling grass cannot be said to be rare, as long as there are seeds, a large area can be planted, so the toxicity is not strong.

However, the seeds of Xiling grass are not circulated in the market, and they cannot be bought without channels.

The most important thing is that only the poisoner can understand how to use Xilingcao.

The aroma on this gomori is not heavy, but it lasts.

At first, the fragrance won't make any difference.

If Feng Yue wears it for ten days, his eyesight will be damaged.

No matter how long it takes, other organs will also be damaged to varying degrees.

The aroma of Xilingcao is no different from the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus to ordinary people.

Ying Zijin herself is a dry poison pharmacist, and her sense of smell is naturally extremely sensitive.

Anyone with a poor sense of smell would not be able to enter the profession of a poisoner.

After a long while, she raised her head: "Where is the store that sells Yushou you mentioned in the commercial street?"

"It's just at the market in the east." Feng Yue said, "There are a lot of people who bought it. I still grabbed it. Isn't it about to graduate? I want this imperial guard to bless my university to get off the list."

"I'll exchange it with you." Ying Zijin paused and took out a small sachet from his pocket, "This is for you, you give this to me."

Feng Yue took the small sachet from the table: "God Ying, where did you buy it?"

Ying Zijin didn't look up: "I made it, it's a bit rough, I'll use it later."

She doesn't know how to embroider, and the sachets are wholesale from Taobao.

Naturally, this sachet has no protective effect, only some herbs she put in it.

Live longer and keep fit.

"What? God Ying, is this what you did?" Feng Yue was simply flattered, "Okay, thank you God Ying, thank you Dad."

He happily went upstairs with the sachet.

No amulet is as good as the one given by Ying God.

After Ying Zijin and Teng Yunmeng said hello, they left the apartment building.

She walked outside, calmly crushed the imperial guard with her inner strength, and threw it into the trash can.

After Ying Zijin wiped her hands, she took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Fu Yunshen.

[The poison pharmacist has entered, over the market. 】

Fu Yunshen returned quickly.

[Yunshan has already gone to the market to check, leave this matter to me, I will solve it, you can play with peace of mind, don't worry about it. 】

Ying Zijin frowned slightly.

She didn't see any bounty in the university town on the NOK forum.

What in the world is it worth so many hunters rushing to here, and wanting to hurt people indirectly?

[I'll go to you, I'm more familiar with this aspect. 】

Seeing this sentence, at the entrance of the market, Fu Yunshen's lips curled up and returned lazily.

[Wait, future girlfriend. 】

After sending it, Fu Yunshen turned his head: "Xuesheng, what did you find?"

Yu Xuesheng opened his eyes: "There are hypnotists, but they are very weak."

"Well." Fu Yun said with a light expression, "At four o'clock, eight o'clock, and eleven o'clock, there are three sharpshooters. I don't know if they are on the list."

"It's very strange." Yu Xue's voice was slow, "It stands to reason that with so many hunters gathering together, it's impossible for there to be no movement on the NOK forum."

But it just doesn't.

"It may also be other forces." Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, "NOK is just a forum anyway, and hunters are not controlled by the forum."

He turned off the phone: "No matter what their purpose is, grab them first."

Before Ying Zijin returns to China, he must not let the university town have any hidden dangers.

**

night.

Feng Yue and Teng Yunmeng ate together in the cafeteria.

Feng Yue glanced at the time and asked casually, "Ying Shen hasn't come back yet?"

"Zijin should have gone shopping." Teng Yunmeng was eating rice, "She will definitely come back before locking the door."

In order to protect the safety of the players, eleven o'clock is the access control.

"I'm just waiting for God Ying to kill the Quartet." Feng Yue was very excited, "Irna and Amanda are not opponents of God Ying."

"Don't talk about it." Teng Yunmeng shook her head, "Those players will trouble you when they hear it."

"I can't see them talking about us." Feng Yue muttered, "They can talk, but we can't talk? What they talk about is even worse, haven't you heard, they are still scolding Ying God behind his back and only know how to rely on the family, not at all. Can't compare to Irna."

This is very funny.

Which family can give out so many A-level accounts at will?

Feng Yue packed up the plate and snorted, "Typically, if you can't eat grapes, you say the grapes are sour."

He left the cafeteria and was about to go to the market.

In the afternoon, he patronized Yushou, and did not buy a few pieces of chocolate.

But Feng Yue hadn't arrived at the market yet. When passing by an alley, he was grabbed by a big hand and dragged in.

The action is rude.

Feng Yue's expression changed greatly: "Who?!"

He turned his head abruptly, and through the dim light, he saw a strong brunette youth.

The young man also has tattoos on his right arm and is muscular.

"Irna is the strongest, no one can compare to her." The young man did not let him go, but pressed him against the wall with cold eyes, "Don't let me hear what you said about winning the gods and the general list. First, how do you compare with Irna? Understand?"

Feng Yue is a typical scholar and also plays basketball, but his physique is completely incomparable to that of young people who have been in good health all year round.

But he knew that this was Irna's admirer.

In Yilan School, a group of students almost worshipped Irna as a god, which was crazy.

"You're still staring at me?" The young man raised his hand without any hesitation, and punched Feng Yue directly in the face, "I'm not a contestant, and I'm not afraid of being punished, I just don't allow anyone to say anything about Irna. no."

With this punch, the corners of Feng Yue's mouth were cracked, and his head was a little dizzy.

"What kind of sachet is the big man wearing?" At this time, the young man noticed the small sachet on his body, and he sneered, "What a problem."

He stretched out his hand, pulled the sachet off Feng Yue's body, and threw it on the ground.

Then the foot stepped on it and slowly rolled over.