A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ultimately, this "beating of love" was not completed.

In Uncle Liu's words:

"What kind of education is this?"

"This damn Dharma form is the Styx Ancestor, its supernatural power is the Netherworld Blood Sea, and when we fight it, it'll drain my mana..."

"Let him drift if he wants. As long as he's happy, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun. I'm tired, I can't control him anymore."

Zhang Yucheng, unusually, did not adhere to his principles. He put his hands behind his back, nodded, and spoke with a rather wistful tone:

"Little Ji... please be careful in the future. That's all I'll say."

His expression and tone were just like a parent who had discovered their son had become an arms dealer and could only manage to utter, "As long as he's safe and sound."

Education? What's there to educate about?

This kid has become self-taught and has even earned a postdoctoral degree in the subject of "being inhuman".

Re-education—who knows who will be educating whom?

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao was quite happy to be spared this "beating of love".

However, he kept a tight-lipped expression, trying his best to look "humble and grateful".

He was met with a barrage of platitudes from his two uncles: "Thank you for your understanding, uncles. I will definitely continue to work hard and never get carried away."

Only after the two bureau chiefs had walked away did Ji Zuodao let out a long sigh of relief.

An overwhelming sense of exhaustion surged up instantly, as if someone had pulled out my bones.

Today was such a fulfilling day, so fulfilling that he wished he could just lie down on the ground and die right now.

First came the great battle at sea, where we chased those foreigners for 130 nautical miles, practically flooring the gas pedal.

Before I could even catch my breath after getting back, my mother pinned me down in the bathroom and made me eat thirty pounds of meat like I was at a buffet.

Literally, it means to gnaw, the kind that makes a sound.

Afterwards, he was punched unconscious by the enraged empress. When he woke up, he was still dazed and went to break through to the Dharma form.

He slaughtered millions of people in the illusion and stabbed his master thirty-six times.

The Dharma form had barely been formed and hadn't even had a chance to warm up when Uncle Liu dragged him to the Flaming Mountain to stretch his muscles...

This whole process would mean Iron Man would have to go back to the factory for major repairs, and Ultraman would have to go through a red light.

Ji Zuodao felt his head buzzing, his limbs felt like lead, and he had to hold onto the wall to walk. He staggered back to his dormitory like a zombie.

The moment he pushed open the door, the familiar, warm scent of milk and dust almost brought him to tears.

Go home.

Finally, I'm fucking alive and home.

He spotted Qiqi curled up in a small ball on the bed, fast asleep. Her little face looked soft and cuddly in the warm yellow glow of the sleep lamp, like a glutinous rice ball.

The healing scene instantly warmed Ji Zuodao's cold heart—

This is it! The perfect throw pillow!

His eyes gleamed with a green light, and he opened his arms wide, ready to pounce on his prey like a vicious dog and head towards his blissful haven of sleep.

Then, the movement suddenly froze in mid-air.

He wrinkled his nose and sniffed himself carefully.

A strong, smoky smell, as if it had been sitting under a barbecue grill for three days and three nights.

Good heavens, after rolling around in Uncle Liu's Flaming Mountain, he's now so flavorful he could be hung up like cured meat for the New Year.

If you were to snuggle up to Qiqi and sleep with her all night, the little girl would definitely think she had been hugging a piece of cured meat all night when she woke up the next morning.

Forget it.

Ji Zuodao clicked his tongue regretfully, glanced longingly at the "glutinous rice ball" on the bed, and finally turned away resignedly.

His gaze swept around the dormitory room and finally landed on the sofa in the living room, and on Dog Lord on the sofa.

Fine.

Cured pork with an old dog—that'll do for the night.

He tiptoed over, spotted an empty spot on the sofa, and skillfully "throw" himself onto it.

Finding a relatively comfortable position, it then, without hesitation and with perfect precision, tucked its icy hands and feet under the warm, fluffy belly fur of the dog.

"Awooo!"

Dog was jolted awake by the cold in his sleep and let out a short whimper.

In a daze, he kicked his legs, but when he realized he couldn't move the human-shaped block of ice that had suddenly stuck to him, he gave up struggling.

He made a gurgling sound in his throat, adjusted his position, and drifted back to sleep.

Ji Zuodao contentedly rubbed against Dog Master's warm fur and closed his eyes.

Hmm, the flavor was a bit strong, but it was warm and soft, so it was alright.

Most importantly—don't feel bad about it.

The next second, soft snoring began to rise evenly from the sofa where the man and his dog depended on each other.

This chaotic, dramatic, and outrageously fulfilling day is finally, damn it, over.

The next day, Lunar New Year's Eve, was the last day of work for the year.

Tomorrow marks the official start of the holiday, a full two weeks, no deception.

Logically speaking, a special agency like Bureau 749 should be on call 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.

Even during the annual leave, they have to work in three shifts, taking turns to rest, to ensure that someone can always grab a magic weapon and rush out to have a passionate battle with demons and monsters.

In fact, all the other 749 bureaus across the country do the same thing.

Yes, except for Jinghai.

Jinghai 749th Bureau doesn't play by the rules.

Our wise and capable Director Zhang, who is considerate of his subordinates and sometimes as soft-hearted as tofu, once again waved his hand and signed the document this year:

Release them! Release them all! Release them for two whole weeks! Double your year-end bonus! Take the money, go home in glory, go on blind dates, brag as much as you want, and have a peaceful New Year!

We'd go through fire and water, boss!

The group of scoundrels in the bureau were so moved that they were practically in tears, wishing they could drape a yellow robe over Uncle Zhang on the spot and carry him straight into the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Zhang Yucheng is truly willing and capable of taking responsibility.

For the past two whole weeks, he single-handedly handled all the "early warning and emergency response to sudden extraordinary events" work in the Jinghai area.

During the Lunar New Year, he lets his brothers go home to reunite with their families, while he stays here as the anchor of the family.

What is vision? This is vision.

What does it mean to be the boss? This is what it means to be the boss.

So, from the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month until the 15th day of the first lunar month, it was like this.

Any Qi cultivator in the Jinghai area who looks up can see this—

A bright and clear Venus, neither too high nor too low, hangs precisely above the clouds over Beijing.

The light was gentle, yet it carried an undeniable, majestic power that seemed capable of cleansing away all filth.

Unlike stars.

Like a sword.

An invisible sword, drawn three-tenths of its sheath, hangs over everyone's head, clearly telling you, "Have a peaceful New Year and don't cause trouble."

The Qi cultivators in Jinghai were already used to it.

This happens every year during the Spring Festival, just like the Spring Festival Gala, punctual, on time, and of high quality.

In the first year, there were some ignorant and wicked practitioners who thought, "There must be loopholes in the fact that someone surnamed Zhang is in charge of such a big operation," and they wanted to take the opportunity to make some extra money.

then……

And that was the end of it.

No one knows the specifics of the process.

Anyway, ever since then, the security in Jinghai during the Spring Festival has been outrageously good. No one picks up lost items on the road, and doors are left unlocked at night—especially among Qi practitioners.

Everyone has learned their lesson.

With such a powerful figure hanging over their heads, who would dare to cause trouble?

Forget about causing trouble, these days, even Qi cultivators in Jinghai are afraid to speak loudly during the Spring Festival for fear of disturbing the starlight in the sky.

To paraphrase a fellow Daoist who wished to remain anonymous, after a few drinks:

"Damn it, now that Director Zhang has done this, I don't even dare to stand up when I get up to pee at night. I always feel like someone is watching me from above... Squatting makes me feel a little safer."

In response, Zhang Yucheng stated:

It's the Lunar New Year, so let's keep things quiet; it's better for everyone.

He continued to hang his star.

The alchemists continued to squat in their pits.

A piece of peace.

The festive atmosphere of the New Year has arrived.