Celestial Employee Chapter 22: 12 zodiac signs

"Where is this place?"

After Suzaku entered the "sheng" gate, Zhao Lingjun also slowly walked into the "waste" gate.

Different from the desert that Suzaku saw, what appeared in front of him was a stone mountain without grass. On the stone mountain, thirteen temples of different shapes stood up, and huge stone steps meander along the mountain. And above, connecting the twelve temples.

"Why are you so familiar?"

Standing on the mountain road, Zhao Lingjun knew that he had never been to such a place, but he didn't know how to do it. The first time he saw these thirteen temples, he felt very familiar.

"Zodiac, the golden saint?"

Jun Zhao Ling just walked to the first temple, and he was dumbfounded when he saw the sign of Aries carved on the forehead of the first temple.

Zhao Lingjun finally understood why these thirteen temples looked so familiar.

Because these thirteen temples are the same as the scenes that Zhao Lingjun saw in the cartoon Saint Seiya when he was a child, but Seiya in the cartoon, for the sake of Saori, is a temple with several other bronze saints. The temple went down like this.

At that time, Zhao Lingjun was still in the fourth grade, and he was a fan of this cartoon. It didn't count to chase after him every day. After watching, he would go downstairs to practice Pegasus Meteor Fist until he met Wang Dazhuang.

Wang Dazhuang was a child from the next door to Zhao Lingjun. He was in the fifth grade, one year older than Zhao Lingjun, but he was a lot older than Zhao Lingjun. He usually likes to bully others. Wang Dazhuang grabbed a pencil from Zhao Lingjun that day. , Zhao Lingjun must have endured before, but Zhao Lingjun was different at that time.

Mr Zhao Ling has practiced the Pegasus Meteor Boxing for more than half a month, so he must not follow him. So I fought with Wang Dazhuang, but later Zhao Lingjun was beaten to death by Wang Dazhuang, and there was no small universe explosion.

So from that day on, Zhao Lingjun felt that the cartoon was all deceptive, and he was not so keen on that cartoon.

But Zhao Lingjun didn't expect to see the palace of the zodiac exactly like in the cartoon. Zhao Lingjun thought it was incredible.

"Isn't there really a Mr. Mu in this." Standing at the door of the temple of Aries, Zhao Lingjun couldn't help muttering to himself.

"How do you know my name?" As soon as Zhao Lingjun's voice fell, a person walked out of the door of the Aries Temple and jumped down Zhao Lingjun.

"Are you Mr. Mu?" Zhao Lingjun couldn't help laughing when he saw the people walking out of this temple, "Are you kidding me again?"

The image of this person in front of me is far from the image in the cartoon that Zhao Lingjun saw when he was a child.

Mr. Mu in the cartoon is about 1.8 meters tall, Yushu Linfeng Saipanan, and a pear flower submerged in a sea pond. If you go to make a movie, you will surely be popular with thousands of beautiful girls.

But the person who claimed to be Mr. Mu standing in front of Zhao Lingjun had short hands, short feet, and big buttocks. He looked like a short winter melon from a distance. He also had dark skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a robe he was wearing was also greasy. The cuffs and necklines are all oily, as if they haven't been washed for many days. From a distance, I can smell the smell of the boss. There is no way to look like Mr. Mu in the cartoon.

"Of course I am Mr. Mu, why? Don't you want it?"

"Do you know that there is a cartoon called Saint Seiya?" Zhao Lingjun looked at this Mr. Mu dumbly.

"Of course I know that the cartoon is based on our zodiac signs. If you want, I can send you a signed version for your collection." Mr. Mu, who is like a dwarf melon, said to Zhao Lingjun.

"Mr. Mu in there is obviously a meter and eight meters, but Nina, I don't think he is full of one meter and six."

"I used to be 1.8 meters tall." Mr. Mu, who is like a short winter melon, said to Zhao Lingjun very seriously, "It's just that there was a car accident the year before, and he broke his leg. Cut."

"The Golden Saint Seiya had a car accident?" Zhao Lingjun almost passed out.

"Of course, or what do you think we were going out to sit for?" Mr. Mu sighed, "There is no way. The steel plate of the RB car is too thin. I only broke two legs. The Sagittarius Ai Russia was miserable, and was killed directly."

"The Sagittarius, didn't you engage in infighting and be killed by your own people?" Zhao Lingjun felt that what this guy said was nothing short of fantasy.

"That's artistic processing." After hearing what Zhao Lingjun said, the short winter melon who claimed to be Mr. Mu smiled, "It's like I'm obviously black, but the cartoon draws me very white. These are all Art processing."

"..." Zhao Lingjun was almost speechless, "The plots in the cartoon are all fake?"

"Of course it is fake." Mr. Mu looked at Zhao Lingjun, "RB is now our twelve golden saints, where are there any bronze warriors, silver warriors and so on."

"Is that Seiya also a created character?" Zhao Lingjun remembered that he had practiced Pegasus Meteor Fist for half a month.

"Humanity is unique." Mr. Mu laughed haha, "The youngest son of the director who made that cartoon was called Seiya, but he was a kid wearing crotch pants, not a bronze warrior. ."

"My K...Forget it, let's do it." Zhao Lingjun felt that if this guy was talking a few words, he was going to faint, and the situation is urgent now, and there is no time to talk to this guy who said that he was falling in love, so Zhao Lingjun directly drew the Qinghua sword and said to Mr. Mu.

"Shoot?" Mr. Mu was stunned, then shook his head, "No, no, no, I won't do it with you."

"Will not do anything with me? What do you mean?" Zhao Lingjun was a little confused.

"Chinese people don't beat Chinese people." Mr. Mu said seriously looking at Zhao Lingjun.

"Chinese?" Zhao Lingjun almost fell down, "Are you Chinese?"

"Of course, you have watched cartoons, don't you know?" Mr. Mu smiled, "I was born in Tibet, China, but I am a Tibetan."

"Tibetan, I am K." Zhao Lingjun discovered that the greasy clothes worn by Mr. Mu really looked like a Tibetan robe.

"Of course, I am a real Chinese." Mr. Mu looked at Zhao Lingjun and nodded, "Tonghu is also Chinese. If you get to him, he will definitely not do it with you."

"Aren't you the battle leader?" Zhao Lingjun looked at Mr. Mu with suspicion.

"The line leader is the line leader, but the three-life stone that has sealed the soul is not on our body. You don't have to fight with us." Mr. Mu looked at Zhao Lingjun and smiled, "Tonghu and I are just part-time workers. Fight with yourself."

"Working?" Zhao Lingjun became even more confused.

"Of course, our Golden Zodiac, to put it nicely, what kind of saint is, but in fact, it is the security guard of Tokyo Shrine."

"..." Now Zhao Lingjun was completely speechless.

"Since you don't stop me, then I will go up." After a long time, Zhao Lingjun recovered.

"Then you have to be careful, except for me and Tonghu, no one else will be merciful." Looking at Zhao Lingjun, who turned his head and walked by him, Tonghu reminded loudly, "That three-life stone In the hands of the Gemini Shaka, but Shaka is no longer in the Gemini Temple, but in the last Pope Temple."

"Thank you." Zhao Lingjun ran towards the Golden Bull Palace without looking back, but what he thought in his heart was, "If you, the short winter melon dare to lie to me, I will cut you into winter melon slices."

"That fellow Mu, he really put you up directly."

As soon as Zhao Lingjun ran into the Golden Bull Palace, he heard a thunderous roar. A middle-aged man who was big in height, brown and black, looked very sturdy, suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Lingjun.

"Didn't the short winter melon lie to me?" Zhao Lingjun was dumbfounded and couldn't help asking. "Are you the Golden Saint of Taurus, Arudiba?"

"It seems that fellow Mu told you everything about us. Yes, I am Arudiba~IndoMTL.com~You really work for the Tokyo Shrine?" Zhao Lingjun looked at Aru Dyke.

"Yeah." Arudiba nodded.

"How about discussing something with you?"

"How much is your salary for a year?"

"Half million dollars." Arudiba looked at Zhao Lingjun strangely, wondering why Zhao Lingjun asked this question.

"Then if you let me pass, how about I give you one million dollars?" Zhao Lingjun smiled at Arudiba, "As if you should be a Brazilian, not a Japanese, you don’t need to do it for them Do your best." "Are you buying me?" Arudiba let out an angry roar, "I love my job, do you think you can buy me with a million dollars?"

"Isn't it? Did you come across someone so dedicated?" Zhao Lingjun pulled out the Qinghua Sword depressed, and prepared to do something first.

"No, one million dollars is too little, at least one and a half million dollars." But Arudiba's next sentence almost fainted Zhao Lingjun.