Chapter 53： This is a trivial matter.

"Pah, puff, puff"

There was a sound of footsteps in the empty sewer, and the burial fox crouched. Every step he took, he had to pull out the shoes that had fallen into the mud with difficulty, and marched hard. The ink-like sewage in the ditch in the middle of the sewer exudes a pungent stench, and the platforms on both sides of the ditch are covered with viscous silt.

On weekdays, ordinary domestic sewage can be completely treated by the middle ditches. As for the large space available, it is to deal with the floods that may occur in the rainy season. It is just that the city is located inland. Although it is not a drought, there is rarely heavy rain. Because of the weather, this sewer has become a paradise for some mutant creatures.

The burial fox was extremely depressed at this time. He did not remember the last time he ran around like a dog. The nasal cavity was full of pungent stench, and the irritating gas made his eyes uncomfortable, every step he took. They all feel slippery and sticky, and the mood becomes more and more annoying.

He can't remember how far he walked in the sewers extending in all directions. The harsh environment and the severe pain from the broken left arm all reminded him that he needed to rest.

With the big windbreaker still on the ground, Fox Funeral sat down on the windbreaker, violently moved his wounds and let out a muffled snort.

Leaning against the arc of the sewer wall, although cold and dirty, the exhausted fox funeral can no longer take care of this.

"Snapped."

"Squeak~"

Turned on the lighting tube he carried with him, the light blue dim light illuminates the surrounding environment, and several mutant mice that had been hanging behind him screamed in panic and hurried away.

The funeral fox who had adapted to the dark environment also felt a little dazzling, and it took a while to slowly recover.

The hunt in the afternoon made him dangerous. After losing two pet beasts, he finally escaped from the enclosure. The mental injury and physical pain made him extremely tired, and he just wanted to sleep well.

The funeral fox closed his eyes and rested for a while, recovered a little bit of energy, and then took out his mobile phone.

"Hello, fox burial?" A sweet female voice came with a hint of doubt.

"Well, it's me, please help me transfer to the branch vice president." The funeral fox's voice is calm and makes people unable to detect a trace of fatigue. This is what he has learned in the organization for so many years. Even if you are weak, don't show it. Come out.

"Please wait."

After a burst of electric current, a hoarse middle-aged man's voice came from the earpiece: "Say."

"Vice President, the squirrel may be in an accident. He contacted me before the accident, saying that someone defected and the sanctuary would be exposed." Funeral Fox replied in a slightly respectful voice.

’Shengyuanhui’ has a president and more than a dozen vice presidents. The president sits at the headquarters, and more than ten vice presidents are each responsible for a branch, with a global layout.

The squirrel is the code name of Li Hanying, and it can be regarded as one of the key support objects of the branch.

The vice chairman did not speak for a long time, and the funeral fox did not dare to speak at will. The atmosphere was a little silent for a while, and there was only the sound of water droplets in the empty sewer.

"I know, you continue to hide, try to track down the squirrel's news, now is not the time to retaliate, when I hear from me, I will definitely give them a gift." The vice president's tone was irritated and his tone was implied. It's getting colder.

Hearing the vice president’s words, the funeral fox was shocked and quickly said: "The vice president thinks twice. If you retaliate now, the sacred congregation will be exposed. The subordinates thought that they should report to the headquarters first..."

"Enough, I still need you to teach what I do, remember your own identity."

"Toot toot..."

Funeral Fox's face was uncertain, and the fingers holding the phone were slightly pale because of too much force.

"Squeaky"

In the darkness outside the lighting circle, a pair of dark green pupils lit up, with fierceness and greed, it was clearly the companions called by the little mice at the beginning.

Looking carefully, there are mutated mice on both sides of the sewer, and the fox is surrounded by them.

The burial fox, who was in a very bad mood, looked at the mice, with a twisted sneer on his pale face, and stretched his hand out of the void.

"sizzle"

Blood-sucking tarantulas large and small, as well as un-evolved tarantulas, appeared in the sewers with crazy eyes and rushed towards the rat group.

"Squeak~"

A mutant mouse was cut open by a blood-sucking tarantula, and the shrill screams echoed in the sewer. The blood splashed. The little tarantula quickly surrounded him and greedily sucked the blood of the mutant rat.

Funeral Fox stretched out a finger and wiped off the blood splashed on his face, still a little warm.

looked for a while under the light, hesitated for a moment, and put his finger in his mouth.

can be considered a warm bite in Sucheng.

......

"咻!"

In the small woods behind the residential building, there were bursts of air breaking sound, which seemed very clear in the quiet night.

Shao Zifeng held the long handle of Zang Feng in both hands, practicing chopping against the air. Since he carried the scabbard together, it was heavier than the empty knife practice.

He focused his eyes, staring closely at the position of the knife tip, his wet hair clinging to his forehead, big drops of sweat slid down his face, and a large chunk of his gray sportswear was soaked.

"Huh!"

Shao Zifeng slashed for the last time. His arms were so sour that he couldn't hold the knife. He sat limply on the ground, leaning against a small tree, his arms drooping naturally, and he was gasping for breath.

Although he did a lot of exercise, he didn't relax at all, because he couldn't think of how to apply for ‘Energy Potion VIII’ as a reward without causing Luo Feng’s alertness.

When he wanted to come, a war trainer who had just started, suddenly applied for a high-level energy potion that a top war trainer had the right to buy. Anyway, it would arouse suspicion by others.

But the situation of the elemental egg simply does not allow him to think about it slowly, because he does not know that he will be rewarded immediately after applying. If he needs to go through the program to retrieve it, if it is the second type, UU reading Three days is really not enough.

gritted his teeth, Shao Zifeng raised his aching arm, took out his cell phone laboriously, and called Luo Feng.

After a short wait, the call was connected.

"Hey, Director Luo, this is Shao Zifeng." Shao Zifeng was struggling in his heart. He hated getting into trouble. He didn't know if Luo Feng would be spied by this call.

"Yawn~ I said why your kid always calls in the middle of the night. I don't know if I have to go to bed early to take care of my skin." Luo Feng yawned for a long time, with some impatient sleepiness. "Say, what's the matter? So anxious."

"You said I can apply for rewards?" Shao Zifeng hesitated.

"If it's something, you can't call me during the day. It's really..." Luo Feng muttered and complained, and then continued: "Say, what do you want, because you are not here." Within the system, I have applied for the reward standard. You can choose any item within one million yuan, whether it is a pet animal or something else, if you don’t want it, you can also discount it."

Shao Zifeng was shocked. He originally thought that one hundred thousand and two hundred thousand would be the sky, but he did not expect to give a reward of one million. Da Xia is really proud.

Shao Zifeng hesitated for a while and said: "I want to apply for the highest-level energy potion."

Luo Feng didn't speak, Shao Zifeng felt a little uneasy.

Just when he wanted to explain, there was a roar on the phone.

"Why are you interrupting my sleep because of this little thing?"

? ? ?

Shao Zifeng was a little dumbfounded with his mobile phone. Shouldn't the items sold in limited quantities every month be strategic-level materials! How come it's a trivial matter!

So I am over-replenishing my brain, and fighting my wits again?