My Strength Depends on Your Imagination

Late at night.

　　 Wanyang Group is still brightly lit.

　　 Even in the parallel world, migrant workers enjoy 996 blessings.

　　 Wanjun has been a little bit burnt in the past two days, but in the end he also heard a news that made him unbelievable.

　　 "Lu Datong is missing?"

　　 Wan Jun was blank at first, and then he became suspicious: "Lu Datong is a natural master, have you made a mistake?"

Because Wanyang Group’s original exploration department I, II, and III were all annihilated, and the head of the three departments, Nan Yuhong, is still lying in the ICU. So now standing in front of Wan Jun is the former head of the exploration and preparation department and the current head of the exploration department, Ran Qijie. .

Ran Qijie cautiously said: "Nothing is wrong. Mr. Wan, this is the news from the armed police detachment. We have verified it with the municipal police. The current news is that Mr. Lu’s disappearance is related to a young man named Qin Yuan, the municipal police. The bureau is looking for him to do a reference investigation."

"What are you kidding? Lu Datong is a congenital martial artist. Qin Yuan's kid has just finished the college entrance examination. Lu Datong's disappearance is related to Qin Yuan. You can only report such nonsense to me if you were kicked by a donkey." Wan Jun was angry. Want to lift the table, what kind of subordinate is this? Do you have a brain?

　　 Ran Qijie looked embarrassed. Facing the boss's rage, he was at a loss and completely showed his rookie temperament in the workplace.

　　 Looking at Ran Qijie's appearance, Wan Jun became even more angry, but in just a few months, all his three exploration departments of the Wanyang Group were wiped out and no one was available. What could he do?

　　 "How did you find out about the Yangshuo literature?" Wan Jun took the initiative to bring up the thing that worries him the most.

　　 Ran Qijie hurriedly flipped through the file in his hand, and after finding the file, he said, "According to the feedback, Li Jingyi seems to have nothing to do with Yangshuo's writing."

　　 "It doesn't matter how it is!" Wan Jun kicked on the desk with anger, but he didn't kick the desk over, but his feet hurt.

Ran Qijie didn’t dare to look at the boss’s eyes, so he could only continue reading: “Now, because I can’t communicate with the personnel of the three exploration departments who were in charge of this matter, our department can only sort out the previous information in order to find the loopholes as soon as possible and find the people in Yangshuo. Really whereabouts..."

　　 Wanjun had a headache when he heard it. He rubbed his temples vigorously. Hu made a slight twitch and uttered four words with difficulty: "You go out."

　　 Ran Qijie was taken aback when he heard the words, put away the files, turned around and left Wan Jun’s office quickly.

　　 Wan Jun collapsed on his chair: "Who the **** did tm take away those ancient Yangshuo scrolls? Damn, do you know those words? What's the use of taking away those things?"

　　 Wanjun doesn't know why he has been so unlucky lately.

　　 Not only did the Wanyang Group lose its troops, but also the Yangshuo Ancient Scrolls did not go, and even Lu Datong, whom he had been spending money on, disappeared.

　　 "Oh!" Wan Jun sighed long.

　　 Wan Jun didn't know it, but the things that bothered him today were all related to the same person.

　　 And this person, sitting cross-legged on the bed at this time, his expression was a bit tangled, and in front of him, there was a pill.

　　 [In Wan Jun’s imagination, you don’t even know a Yangshuo script, and holding ancient scrolls is useless; your imagination is transformed successfully, Yangshuo script +30]

　　Why did Wanjun suddenly imagine me? He knows that those ancient Yangshuo scrolls are in my hands?

　　 Qin Yuan's heart suddenly became nervous.

　　 But then, Qin Yuan felt again that if Wan Jun really knew that the ancient Yangshuo scroll was in his hand, he wouldn't think stupidly?

　　Yes, Wan Jun still doesn't know that the ancient Yangshuo scrolls are in his hands.

　　 slightly letting go, Qin Yuan continued to look at the pill in front of him.

　　 This pill is exactly the dragon blood nourishing pill that was obtained from the ladder that day.

"Just now, I have checked on the Internet that this Dragon Blood Nourishing Pill is a tonic medicine. After taking it, it can directly increase vitality. And this increased vitality depends on the potential of the person taking it, and the growth is different. .

　　 The market price of this Dan is over one million.

　　 Then, should I eat this pill or sell it? "

　　 Qin Yuan was very tangled in his heart.

　　 After hesitating again and again, Qin Yuan still reluctantly decided to eat the pill.

　　 Although Qin Yuan needs money very much, his strength is still more important in this world.

　　 After making up his mind, there was no need to hesitate any more, and Qin Yuan swallowed this dragon blood nourishing pill in one bite.

　　 As soon as the pill was taken, it immediately turned into a hot thick slurry.

　　 Qin Yuan's tongue was burnt instantly, and before he opened his mouth, the thick pulp had already flowed into his throat with boiling hotness.

　　 "Am I swallowing a fire?"

　　 Qin Yuan only felt that everything that the thick pill had gone through was as if it had been scalded by fire.

　　 His mouth, tongue, throat, esophagus, stomach and abdomen all seemed to be on fire.

　　 Just as Qin Yuan was wondering if he was going to use his internal energy to refine the medicinal power, he suddenly felt a strong heat on his head.

　　 Qin Yuan fainted while lying on the bed when he felt that his eyes were dark.

　　 And at the moment Qin Yuan lay down, this Dragon Blood Nourishing Pill was unwound on his stomach and followed his blood flow to the whole body, bit by bit, strengthening every cell in him.

　　 Qin Yuan's breathing gradually became steady and long, and at the same time, his exhales and breaths became extremely powerful.

　　 This process of absorbing the pill seems to take a long time.

　　 Qin Yuan hadn't expected it for a long time.

　　 Time passed by every minute.

　　 One night is the past.

　　 In a blink of an eye, another day and night passed.

　　 Qin Yuan was still lying on the bed to absorb the power of medicine. Fortunately, with the power of the pill, Qin Yuan did not eat or drink, and his body did not show any negative effects.

　　 "Boom boom boom!"

　　 A rapid knock on the door sounded continuously.

　　 Qin Yuan finally woke up leisurely.

　　 He only felt that this sleep was extremely satisfying.

　　 After getting up, Qin Yuan glanced at the phone subconsciously and found that there were many missed messages and many text messages.

　　 "Why are there so many calls?"

　　 is in doubt, UU reading www.uukanshu. com Qin Yuan looked at the date and found out that he actually slept for 35 hours.

　　 "Good fellow, what dragon blood nourishing pill, is it a sleeping pill?"

　　 Qin Yuan was stunned.

Looking at the phone, Qin Yuan found that there were 3 missed calls and 6 text messages from his mother; 1 missed call from Liu Jiatong, the head teacher, 1 missed call from Song Yunfu, and 225 missed calls from Fang Fan and Chen Ping. …

　　 Good fellow, what's the urgent matter?

　　 At this moment, Qin Yuan heard a knock on the door again, as well as Fang Fan and Chen Ping’s yelling shouts:

　　 "Qin Yuan, don't hide in there and be silent, I know you are at home! Open the door, Qin Yuan, you have the ability to test first, why don't you have the ability to open the door? Open the door and open the door quickly!"

　　 Did these two guys have a serious illness?

　　 I wanted to take a look at the imagination engine first, and determine the gain that the Dragon Blood Nourishing Pill gave him, but the two of them outside were too noisy, and Qin Yuan could only open the door first.

　　 When Qin Yuan was about to open the door, he heard the two muttering.

　　 "Why doesn't Qin Yuan open the door?"

　　 "Don't you give yourself a fake, right?"

　　 "It's really possible, this guy is relying on his strong vitality, I'm afraid I don't know how to control."

　　 "Qin Yuan may be so virtual as to be thrown over the shoulder by an ant, for fear that he may not have the strength to open the door for the two of us."

　　 Qin Yuan opened the door blankly, looking down at the two short guys who were chewing their tongues behind their backs.

　　 Chen Ping, Fang Fan: "..."

　　 Fang Fan reacted quickly, trying to dispel himself with a smile on his face: "Hi, how are you Qin Yuan! Just now Chen Ping said bad things about you, and I'm still reprimanding him."

　　 Chen Ping didn’t know what to say, but in desperation, regardless of whether the symbol was not in line with the scene, he blurted out: "Me too."