The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Qi, and I am the grandson of Mr. Zhang Yan."

Zhang Qi bowed deeply to the seniors present.

"Old Zhang's grandson, no wonder he has such a temperament, he really looks like Lao Zhang."

Several old people were sitting in the back, looking at Zhang Qi and whispering.

"Of course, some people don't have to worry, I didn't come back this time to grab the position of Longhu Mountain, because I have no interest in that position - it's just a place for a bunch of **** to gather, I'm still far away A little further there."

Zhang Qi glanced at Zhang Han, and there was some disdain in his tone.

"The kid is a little crazy, but I don't blame others. After all, everyone knows what happened back then."

The director of the corridor talked to a few old friends next to him.

"I came back this time just to tell you one thing. According to my mother's order, I got engaged to a girl. I came back this time just to tell everyone that the Zhang family in Longhushan will probably never end."

Zhang Qi said to the crowd, and the audience below immediately entered a strange silence.

"Good boy, very interesting, and my appetite."

Zou Shu stroked his beard and said with a big laugh.

A group of people immediately followed suit and laughed.

"But after I came back, it seemed that the atmosphere was not very friendly."

At this moment, Zhang Qi slowly walked off the stage. For some reason, the audience, which had some sporadic laughter, suddenly became quiet.

When Zhang Qi was walking down the steps, the old people who were in charge of the major sects below actually felt a hint of oppression, and for them, this feeling had not been seen for a long time.

"When Emperor Wu ascended the throne, he was almost so majestic."

At the back of the auditorium, a woman in a white down jacket said with a smile to her companion next to her.

"Sister, you have such a good memory that I almost forgot."

The girl next to her in a leaf-green down jacket shrank her shoulders again, and continued with a bitter face:

"This auditorium is heated, why is it still so cold? Let's go back to West Lake in two days"...

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, don't tell me that you are still afraid of the slightly cold northeast wind after cultivating for thousands of years"...

The woman in the white down jacket said somewhat contemptuously.

"Ah, I just want to be coquettish"...

The woman in the green down jacket scratched her head a little embarrassedly.

"However, sister, we lied to your great-granddaughter who didn't know how many before and said that we had already returned to our hometown in West Lake. If she found out that we didn't leave at all, she wouldn't be angry."

"What are you afraid of? That's my younger generation. Dingtian just doesn't cook for the two of us. Let's go to the canteen in the compound to eat cold steamed buns"...

The voice of the woman in white became lower and lower.

"Forget it, sister, let's apologize later, I really don't want to eat compressed biscuits anymore"...

The woman in green said with a sad face.

"There's no way, who told us to have no money? Those gold ingots under Leifeng Pagoda, we don't even have the silver number to collect them now"...

The woman in white said while holding her forehead.

"However, I am more interested in that little baby named Zhang Qi, who can have such aura at such a young age, and the dragon blood on his body seems to have been activated by something, as long as he is willing, I miss him It's not difficult to get most of the leaders to kneel when they see him for the first time."

The woman in white squinted at Zhang Qi in the front row, the corners of her mouth twitched with excitement.

"Ah, the awakened Dragonborn? I haven't seen it for hundreds of years."

The woman in the green down jacket wrapped the down jacket tightly again and muttered to herself.

"I heard Xiaolin tell me that this child killed a thousand-year-old basilisk at Hogwarts two months ago, and it was a single kill. He can do this at the age of eleven. In the future He must be the backbone of the Shenzhou Xuanshu Association."

Lady Bai turned to look at the fat middle-aged monk who was moaning on the floor again, with a schadenfreude smile on her face again.

"I like this kid's way of doing things. This time, it can be regarded as giving us a bad breath. Next time he comes to us with any needs, let's go back to being a landlord."

"There is really nothing good about Buddhism, especially the tantra represented by this monk, who actually uses human skin, wet intestines, and thigh bones to make instruments. I think it was too kind to those lamas when they searched their homes. Now, tie them up one by one to the vegetable market and light up the sky lanterns!"

Lady Bai looked at the resentful monk on the ground, her eyebrows almost knit together.

"It's impossible for this guy to give up after these insults. I think Zhang Qi may be in some danger."

Xiao Qing, who was wrapped in a down jacket, said softly.

"People have helped us, so we naturally have to make some representations, if this bald donkey really dares to do something outrageous"...

Lady Bai sneered ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ gently stroked the soft sword on her waist with her palm.

"Let's cut off his fat head and throw it to the Taimiao Temple to worship the heaven"!

At this moment, the middle-aged monk sitting on the ground has already climbed up quickly, but just when he was about to open his mouth to scold the street, he inexplicably fought a cold war.

"Why, elder, don't you want to compete twice with this junior like me?"

Zhang Qi almost laughed when he saw the resentful expression on the monk's face.

However, Xu Lin next to her narrowed her eyes.

Tantric people are not good people. Although the source of evil was almost completely cut off by raiding homes more than 40 years ago, there are always people who ignore morality and laws and do some wrathful things in order to gain great power. .

Originally, these matters should be under the jurisdiction of the guards of the Shenzhou Profound Arts Association, but the guards' performance in the past two years has been more and more hip, so a large number of cases have been backlogged on Xu Lin's desk.

Those **** and cruel realities are irritating this young general who is less than thirty-five all the time. The facts and materials of many cases are enough to make a battle-hardened police officer vomit.

Shenzhou is really too big, especially in some remote areas, sometimes it will be difficult to administer it.

But this kind of thing...

If the person who is the most fond of jumping and jumping is dead, then some forces with other ideas will not dare to move around with their tails between their tails.

"Otherwise, let's start with him"?

At this time, Xu Lin looked at the middle-aged monk with cold eyes, as if she was looking at a corpse in a coffin.

In her eyes, it was already a dead person.

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