Slay the Gods: Return of the Ancient Chinese Gods, Start with the Fuxi Plate

"Well, very good." Su Yan nodded appreciatively, touching his chin and asked:

"If it's a private flight attendant, is there a private service?"

The flight attendant showed a hint of embarrassment on her face and said with a smile: "Sir, no, it's not easy to pass the inspection."

"nonsense!"

Su Yan frowned slightly and scolded, "Be more obscure. The reviewer can't understand it. Do you think I have no experience?"

Baili Tuming glanced at her and said in a deep voice:

"Yes, kneel down."

The flight attendant's body stiffened as she met Baili Pangpang's cold eyes. In an instant, it seemed as if a cold current penetrated her body. She hurriedly lowered her head, pursed her lips, her knees went weak, and she slowly knelt down in front of Su Yan.

Su Yan stood up proudly, sneered, reached into the ring, took out a book called "Thirty Years of College Entrance Examination, Fifty Years of Simulation" and threw it in front of the flight attendant.

"Take ten sets of tests before you get off the plane."

Flight attendant: ???

"Su Yan, why did you bring the college entrance examination questions here?" Baili Pangpang asked listlessly.

Su Yan sighed and complained:

"I don't know who spread the news that our firm accepts everything. A group of high school students paid us to write their winter vacation homework. You know the firm, so Leng Xuan can only do it alone.

"He pees whenever he gets his hands on this thing! He pees whenever he gets his hands on it! I'm thinking your family hires a lot of college students, right? Bring some over to help lighten his load."

Baili Pangpang: "Your firm... is truly multi-talented."

Su Yan: "Money is hard to earn, especially when the firm is still in debt. It's nothing like you, Master Baili, who has a private jet."

Baili Pangpang glanced around and shook his head with a bitter face:

"This isn't my private jet, it's Baili Jing's. My dad and I asked for it many times, but he refused to buy it for me. But Baili Jing got it with just one word."

"That's normal. After all, this thing is so expensive."

Baili Pangpang said angrily, "Why should I buy it only for him? Besides being smarter, more educated, more handsome, and better at managing a company, what other abilities does Baili Jing have?"

Su Yan:......

"Su Yan, tell me, how am I inferior to him?"

"Forehead......"

"If you're a brother, just say so. Whip me as much as you want. I'm not afraid of being wronged!"

"Well, I told you... You're not as smart as him, not as educated as him, not as handsome as him, not as good-looking as him..."

Baili Pangpang was anxious: "Stop, stop, stop, please put it another way. How am I better than him?"

"That's too much!" Su Yan cheered up and counted on his fingers:

"You are dumber than him, less educated than him, fatter than him, more wasteful than him, and even more perverted than him. You love to smell Lin Qiye's feet..."

Baili Pangpang: ?????????

After a few seconds of silence, he asked quietly, "Su Yan, can my father really be so cruel as to blow me up on the plane? I would accept it even if he kicked me out of the Baili family. After all, I've enjoyed a good life for so many years..."

"Then there is still a holiday?"

Su Yan stretched out his hand and summoned Po, picked up the orange juice brought by the flight attendant, opened its big mouth and poured it in.

Po smacked his lips and let out a howl.

"Did you hear that? Po said the knockout drug in there could knock out eight elephants."

"Ow—!"

"Did you hear that? Po said there's a synthetic neurotoxin. Even Chuan Jing couldn't handle it."

"Ouch——."

"Did you hear that? Po said another drink...that doesn't count."

Baili Pangpang looked at the flight attendant kneeling on the ground and remained silent.

The uniformed flight attendant in front of him was completely stunned at this point. Cold sweat kept dripping down her smooth and round forehead, and her delicate body was shaking like a sieve.

In the book,

The math multiple-choice questions seemed to be blurring, with each option distorted and deformed into a bunch of bizarre, dazzling and blurry shadows.

I felt dizzy and almost couldn't stand.

"Look how difficult it is for this child. Math is really harmful." A hand suddenly reached out and took away the book in front of her.

"Let me see which lucky high school student will have a set of papers soaked in the sweat of a stewardess." Su Yan picked up the book, examined it carefully for a few seconds, and couldn't help but complain:

"You actually got all these questions right? You're definitely not a college student. College students can't do this."

As a result, the flight attendant shivered even more violently, and her entire body became wet.

The air was silent for a long time. Baili Pangpang seemed to have finally calmed down and slowly stood up. "Su Yan, let's go. I don't want to think too much anymore. Let's take it one step at a time. Anyway, you can resist the enemy and drown the water."

"If soldiers come, I can stop them. If water comes, castrate Qiye."

Su Yan couldn't help but play a trick. He picked up the crutch from the side, pushed himself up, and limped towards the cabin door.

Zizzi——!

The sharp electric current spread rapidly with his body as the center, and the aircraft circuit short-circuited instantly, sparks burst out, and then the lights flickered, light and dark intertwined. After a few seconds, the cabin was completely plunged into darkness, and a strong sense of weightlessness came.

Su Yan slapped the hatch open, glanced outside, and leaned down: "Come on, Master Baili, I'll carry you."

"Then I'm coming up."

Whoosh—duang ~!

"Fuck...is this considered bullying a disabled person?"

Su Yan rolled his eyes and jumped down.

Two figures were falling freely at high speed.

"Brother Su Yan, can I no longer have the surname Baili? Then what should I be called? Can you help me figure it out?"

"Um...what do you think of Tushan Mingming?"

"......good!"

Chapter 319 You are really good at judging people

"Su Yan, this is your application to join the team. This is An Qingyu's. When you go out later, go down the sewer and bring it to him, okay?"

In the Heping Office, Lin Qiye sat behind Chen Muye's desk, writing documents with a tired face, his eyes bearing the fatigue, depression, anger, and destruction unique to working people!

Su Yan looked at an application on the table and asked, "This is from Jia Lan. Why is it here so soon?"

"Commander Ye said that Jialan's identity is very special. The Forbidden Ruins is one of the seven great royal ruins, so special matters should be handled specially. He approved it directly." Lin Qiye scratched his confused head, pulled out eighteen strands of hair, and said:

"What's strange is that we haven't received Baili Tuming's application yet. Logically speaking, he has a clean background and a close relationship with us, so he shouldn't be blocked at the application stage, right?"

"Who knows? Maybe he was intercepted along the way." Su Yan shook his head.

"Intercepted? Who would dare to intercept an important letter from the Night's Watch?"

Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment and stopped what he was doing:

"Are you hiding something from me? Let's be clear, now that the team is officially established, if you do anything bad, I will be implicated.

"I don't want to write self-criticisms every day. The captain is almost bald from writing them. That's not a life for a human being!"

Su Yan asked curiously, "Didn't the captain become bald because of the blown hair while he was at sea?"

"Don't change the subject, answer me, look my ass!"

Su Yan's face was solemn. "Do you think Optimus Prime would call an online taxi when he's lonely? Does it count as prostitution if he calls an online taxi?"

"Fuck, you really are hiding something from me!"

Lin Qiye slammed the table and jumped up, exclaiming, "What happened during the two days you were gone? Brother, you are my real brother. Please be kind and let me prepare myself mentally in advance. If you really can't help me, I will write the medical examination in advance!"

"Tsk, Lin Qiye, you have really grown up and learned to prepare for a rainy day!" Su Yan applauded.

"Hehe, that's right, these are all what the captain taught me... Can you please stop changing the subject?!" Lin Qiye slammed the table and growled.

"Okay, okay, it's really nothing serious." Su Yan stood up and pushed Lin Qiye back into the chair, saying with a smile:

"Just the day before yesterday, a plane was blown up..."

"Ah?!!" Lin Qiye screamed and stood up.

He saw Chen Muye's haggardness and felt the same way. Now he couldn't stand hearing words like "bombing planes" or "shooting down planes".

“But you don’t have to pay for this.”

"Huh..." Lin Qiye's legs went limp and he collapsed back into the chair.

"Then this morning I killed nine assassins from the Baili family... No, it should be twelve, I can't remember clearly." Su Yan frowned and counted on his fingers.

"Killer, where did the killer come from?"

Su Yan spread his hands and said, "How would I know? There was a mercenary sniper, a forbidden object user, and a female agent with poison on her lips who came up to kiss me. I could only use self-defense to send them all away."

Lin Qiye opened his eyes wide, was stunned for a while, and said excitedly:

"Damn it! Are you really going to Baili Xin's birthday party? You're not going there to eat, are you?"

Su Yan glanced at him and said, "Hey, you're really good at judging people."

"..."

Lin Qiye stood there for a long moment, then nodded expressionlessly. He suddenly opened the window and roared outside, "Brother, buy me the fastest flight to Guangzhou and Shenzhen! The fastest!"

......

Guangshen City.

Skyscrapers are lined up one after another, like a forest of steel and glass, reaching into the sky.

Under an office building on the street, Su Yan and Baili Pangpang were squatting in the shade, their bodies in tatters and their faces blackened.

The corners of Baili Pangpang's mouth twitched wildly. He tried hard to turn his face away and not look at Su Yan, his eyes revealing an expression of extreme shame and anger.