Pet King

At the end of the New Year's Day holiday, Zhang Zi'an was full of energy.

The sun has not yet risen. He stood in the doorway of the store with the cold wind in the morning. He made two semicircles with his right hand from top to bottom and his left hand from bottom to top. The palms of his palms were slowly bent together, his fingers bent like hooks. , Shaped like a flower. For a moment, he kept his palms intact and closed them to his right waist, his legs trotting, like taking roots on the ground.

He held his breath and took a deep breath, feeling the flow of breath in his body, bringing endless energy between heaven and earth to all corners of the body, flowing around for a week, and finally converging in the palms of his hands.

The palms of both palms suddenly become hot, as if holding a miniature nuclear reactor. If you do not use all your power to control, the nuclear reactor will burst.

Is this the feeling of lifting weight lightly?

He was ecstatic and felt that there must be a door this time!

So, he stared intently at the front, stretched his voice, and read the powerful decisive decision!

"turtle--"

"send--"

"gas--"

"Gong!"

At the same time as the word "gong" was exported, he pushed the nuclear reactor in the palm of his hand forward!

In the image of his brain filling, the entire pet shop, the entire street, and the entire coastal city will be turned into ashes in the raging airflow, the atmosphere is torn apart from the terrible hollows, and dust, gravel, boulder, buildings are all drawn into endless Vacuum, even a scar on the surface of the earth will be a few hundred meters deep, people all over the world look up at him with awe ...

However ... nothing actually happened.

There was no wind, and two meters away, he moved out of the shop and did not shake a leaf of the rosewood sandalwood.

How is this going?

He kept the posture of pushing forward and pushing forward with both palms, thinking about life seriously.

"Master, you ... what are you doing?"

Wang Qian and Li Kun each appeared with a pancake fruit in their hands. They wiped the sauce on the corners of their mouths and stared at Zhang Zi'an with a strange posture.

Zhang Zi'an was afraid that the vitality that he had gathered together would be disturbed. He gave them a sideways glance and said calmly: "It is said that if you stay single, you can give turtle qigong, so I will try every new year."

"Uh ... really?"

Ordinary people would definitely not believe it, but Wang Qian and Li Kun, who were already in the second middle school, really believed a bit.

"Of course it is true! Being single is a valuable asset!"

Zhang Zi'an said resolutely.

Wang Qian and Li Kun excitedly stuffed the pancake fruit into their mouths, ran to Zhang Zi'an, and posed awkwardly in the same posture.

"Your horse is too narrow! Be wider!"

"Fingering your fingers is like pinching a cliff, and if you can't pinch, you will fall down!"

Zhang Zi'an stole the stance and guided them both casually.

When they finally imitated the essentials of the turtle-style qigong, Zhang Zi'an clapped his hands and said, "Baby! Exercise!"

"turtle--"

"send--"

"gas--"

"Wait a minute, Master!"

Zhang Zi'an was about to shout the final blow password, but Wang Qian and Li Kun interrupted him silently.

"Master, do monkeys usually say that, right? We are not monkeys," they said in unison.

Zhang Zi smiled indifferently, "Suddenly thinking of this sentence, I shouted a throat."

"Oh."

Wang Qian and Li Kun, having a brain in their heads, accepted this explanation and began to follow Zhang Zi'an's hands intently.

"Did you feel the scorching of the palm?" Zhang Zi'an asked, "This matter is related to your understanding."

"Uh ... seems to feel it."

The two of them felt it for a while, and really felt the palms were faintly hot-this is for sure, the whole body strength was concentrated on the palms, and none of them did not get hot.

"Does it feel like you are holding a heavy object in your hand?"

"I feel it!" Wang Qian and Li Kun were excited.

"Okay, listen to my password! Turtle--"

"send--"

"gas--"

"Gong!"

Zhang Zi'an was in front, Wang Qian and Li Kun were behind, the three of them were arranged in an arrow shape, accompanied by the powerful decision, pushed the palms hard! Launching style, launching level, launching style, launching fighting spirit, launching image, also pushed out the irrational youth!

Of course, nothing happened.

Today is the day of work. The early-office workers hurried past early and saw a weird scene at the pet shop door. They thought it was a performance art show, and some people took a few photos with their mobile phones.

Fortunately, Zhang Zi'an's cheeks are thick enough, and Wang Qian and Li Kun are more in the middle of the second. The three of them didn't care about passers-by's foolish eyes, instead they tried it repeatedly.

"Gong!"

"Gong!"

"Gong!"

"Morning, Mr. Manager ... Well, what are you doing?" Lu Yiyun, who came to work, stared blankly at the three men playing with treasures at the shop door. Jasmine poked her head out of her backpack and meowed.

"We are practicing." Wang Gan answered bluntly.

"Uh ... what exercises do you practice?" She asked again.

"Turtle sends qigong!" Wang Gantang replied in a grand manner.

Lu Yiyun was silent and sneaked into the shop from the side.

The tortured body became hot, and the three of them temporarily gave up, squatting to rest in front of the shop. Wang Qian and Li Kun, you talked about the essentials of the action, and you also went to the forum to ask about the correct opening posture of the Turtle School of Qigong. Zhang Zi'an touched his chin and wondered. After all, Wang Qian and Li Kun were too young, still in college, and their single skills were not deep enough. How could they improve their strength as soon as possible? Would you like the whole Batla earrings to fit them?

After enough rest, Wang Qian and Li Kun went into the store to clean, and Zhang Zi'an was about to go in. Hearing someone shouted from the distance, "Good morning, brother brother!"

Turning around, it turned out that it was small celery. She was carrying a schoolbag, blushing and full of vitality, that is, the iconic little braid was pressed under the hat, making Zhang Zi'an a little confused today. What day is it? You know, as a non-working social idleness Staff, he used to judge the date based on the braid of celery.

"Yo! Good morning, little celery! Come and give a high-five! Yeah!"

Xiao Celery jumped up cheerfully and high-fived Zhang Zi'an with her gloved hand, although she didn't know why she gave a high-five ...

"By the way, brother brother, why did you leave so early that day? Our class program won the school's best performance award! We also issued prizes and certificates!" Xiao Celery said cheerfully.

"Oh, what prize?" Zhang Zi'an asked, "Is it a game console?"

"Not game consoles, but stationery and school bags." Xiao Celery said.

Well, he didn't expect the primary school to release the game machine as a prize, but just asked.

Xiao Celery continued to mumble: "My mother is happy. I made a lot of delicious food for New Year's Day! I can't stand it anymore! After the winter vacation, I will let them see it when I go back to my new year!"

"When does Xiao Celery have a winter vacation?" Zhang Zi'an asked, feeling that the elementary school was about to have a winter vacation.

"Well ... two weeks more ..." Little Celery thought about it.

"Is that the final exam soon?"

"Well, it's coming."

Zhang Zi'an encouraged: "Two weeks will pass in the blink of an eye, and the final exam of celery must also be cheered. Take a good test, and you can have a good time after the winter vacation."

"Huh!" Xiao Celery nodded strongly. "I'm going to talk to Xiao Ling's ears and go to school!"

"Okay, go, don't delay too long," he reminded.

As soon as Xiao Celery entered the store, a car stopped at the side of the road, and Sun Xiaomeng knocked on the window and looked like he had something to say.

Zhang Zi'an trot a few steps. When he drew near, Sun Xiaomeng shook the window.

"About the dog gangs in the previous two days-I heard customers named Li and Qian said that they were pulled into a WeChat group, which were all people who lost their dogs. After being pursued by the police, In some places, some dogs were even sold to other places, and a few of them were chased back, but most of them ... "She said with a sigh.

When Zhang Zi'an saw that she had parked on the side of the road deliberately, she predicted that she was going to say this, and it was not unexpected.

Whether the dog is lost and picked up by a stranger, or the dog is trapped and sold to someone else, the biggest problem is to buy a voucher, otherwise why is it yours? If there is no proof of purchase and the other party does not accept the account, it will be very troublesome unless it happens to be captured by surveillance.

In addition, because the bait contains illegal drugs, the dose may not be small, and it will damage the dog's central nervous system. After the dog eats it, it will become unresponsive and be strongly wrapped around the neck. It may cause suffocation during the struggle, which is estimated to be three points. One of the dogs died before being resold, and was sent directly to the Black Heart Dog Meat Museum. While the diners were enjoying themselves, they also ingested the drugs in these dead dogs, but they still didn't know it ... it was harmless.

This recourse ~ www.readwn.com ~ is a joint law enforcement by the police and industry and commerce. On the one hand, it arrests the suspect and retrieves the lost dog. Another aspect of the museum is to trace the drug dealers who illegally sell drugs to dog gangs from the source.

These things Sun Xiaomeng recounted were the words of customers Li and Qian who she recounted, and she didn't know how much authenticity.

After briefly speaking, Sun Xiaomeng finally said, "The dog with the surname of Li was found back. He was excited when he retrieved the dog that day. Thank you for not coming. Please express my gratitude to you. As for the customer with the surname of Qian ... I I heard that when you found that den, Qian's customer's dog was dead, right? "

"Well, it seems so." Zhang Zi'an nodded. "He almost choked the dog gang at that time."

"That's right, he asked me for your address here, and he might come to buy a dog in two days." Sun Xiaomeng laughed. "You can be considered a good person and have a good report. Then I will return to the clinic first, there are customers Appointment was made. Bye! "

"Bye!"

Zhang Zi'an watched her car drive away and remembered that sentence again-but for good deeds, don't ask about the future.