Verse 77 Joy descends from heaven
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Ye Feng walked to a place where Xu Shuting's line of sight couldn't reach, then he sighed and immediately took out the NPC.
It's not that he doesn't know that Xu Shuting has some worried eyes, but he really doesn't know how to deal with it, so he simply ignores it.
pressed the button, and the slightly aged voice of the hermit came out unexpectedly, "You seem to be busy lately?" β
Ye Feng smiled at this time, and did not have the same hippie smile as always, "Someone cut me." β
The hermit's side was silent for a moment, "Congratulations, congratulations." β
"Rejoice, rejoice." Ye Feng almost wanted to throw that NPC into the gutter, a little bit, I would have been to Mingyue, but Mingyue shone on the ditch's thoughts, "But I don't know where the joy comes from?" β
"Joy descends from the sky," the hermit on the other side seemed to hold back a smile as hard as he could, "won't you say again this time that a mysterious man in black suddenly came and slashed at you with a volley, and your kid was agile and overstretched to repel him?" β
"How do you know? Did you see it there? Then why don't you help me catch him? He was quick with his knife and ran faster than the moonlight. Ye Feng was a little depressed.
"I guess," the hermit sighed, "anyway, every two or three months, you have such an encounter, and you don't say that you are tired of it, I am tired of hearing it." β
"But what I said is true." Ye Feng couldn't help but say: "That person's knife skills are sharp, but after just one knife, if he can't kill me, he will retreat, I don't know if it's because his head is in the water, so he plays this boring game with me." β
"This is the demeanor of a master," the hermit said lightly: "If you miss a blow and retreat with your whole body, how can you be like you as a scoundrel, you don't have the momentum of a master at all." β
"How do you know I'm a scoundrel?" Ye Feng couldn't help but protest, "You don't know how majestic I am to clean them up, I have a move of the dragon in my left hand and a move of the dragon in the sky with my right hand, and when they see my posture, they are all consciously invincible and surrender obediently." β
"Yes, a master like you who threw bricks in the past is really wise and powerful." The hermit said lightly.
"You know that, too?" Ye Feng's eyes almost fell, "How do you know?" β
"Of course I know," the hermit seemed to be very serious, and seemed to be smiling, the NPC function was not good, he could only hear the other party's words, and he couldn't see the other party's expression, "You don't know, several gangs in S City are discussing your origins, although they don't know much about the white skinning, but they all guessed some clues, even if the police began to pay some attention to your movements, they already knew that the legendary black man had fled from the north?" β
Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh, "They said me? β
"They're not talking about me anyway." That side will always be even more dead than Ye Feng.
"Can't I keep a low profile?" Ye Feng was a little surprised.
"It's useless," the hermit seemed to shake his head, "do you think you won't be able to find you if you hide?" A man as brilliant as you, no matter where he is, is like a firefly in the dark, so vivid, so outstanding. Your oversized black glasses, your amazing bricks, and those torn shoes that can only be thrown into the trashγγγγγγ β
"Stop," Ye Feng listened quite well in the front, but the more he listened to it later, the more it didn't taste, "Is it wrong to be low-key?" β
"You're low-key?" That side laughed, "Do you know that you have been in S City for more than two months, and according to my statistics, you have already made twenty-two shots?" If you count it, about once every two or three days, if you are also low-key, my old man can only hang himself. β
"Are there so many?" Ye Feng frowned, "But I think they really need help, your old man has great powers, everything is under your strategy, I'm just running errands and doing chores, haven't you heard the saying that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility?" β
"Of course I did." The hermit said slowly, "So I never seem to have ever hindered you?" β
"To tell you the truth," Ye Feng squatted in a corner, looking more deflated than San, "I help others, or because I can't stand it, your old man always helps me for free, I don't know why?" β
The other side was finally silent for a moment, "What do you think?" β
Ye Feng squatted down, but wanted to stand up again, "I know I still want to ask you?" β
"What's on your neck?" The hermit sighed, "It's not the head, or the pig's head?" β
Ye Feng didn't get angry, "Anyway, I don't think any head can compare to your old man's head." β
"Why wouldn't you?" The other side asked slowly.
Ye Feng suddenly stopped talking, his breathing was a little short, and he said after a while: "I don't want to use my brain." β
"Why?" The hermit asked.
"Don't ask." Ye Feng actually became irritable for the first time, stood up suddenly, and his eyes were like fire, "Why are you like an eighth woman." β
He was angry, it was the same as a lion, but the anger was like a rainstorm, it came and went quickly, but it left only a mess of remnants, the NPC gurgled in his hand, and he didn't even pinch it, and after a long time, he didn't know if the side was hung up, but he still looked at the NPC and said slowly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you." β
"It's okay." The face replied three words coldly, as if without a trace of emotion.
Ye Feng sighed, speechless for a long time, he really shouldn't lose his temper with the hermit, because until now, the hermit has always helped him, and there is no trace of utilitarianism in it.
"I don't know why, as soon as I think of the past, my head hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and my heart hurts," Ye Feng said in a low voice, squatting down weakly, he was lazy before, but this time it was because he was helpless, he said to himself, regardless of whether he heard it or not, "I'm so good, I'm really good, I don't want to care what others think of me, don't ask me anything, I can't remember, I don't want to think about it, I knowγγγγγγ β
Ye Feng hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "You know me, you have seen me, don't you, otherwise how would you know my dress, that Zhang Facai must have seen me, otherwise he wouldn't have just talked on the phone twice, and he would have recognized me as soon as they met?" Zhang Facai was arranged by you, or was he the same as you? β
There was silence for a moment, "You're not stupid enough to be self-righteous. β
"I know you want to help me, but," Ye Feng muttered to himself, "I'm like this now, it's really good, thank you, thank you." β
He kept saying thank you, and after a long time, he found that the light of the communication had been extinguished, Ye Feng was a little confused, and then remembered that the purpose of this communication was to find out, who wanted to slash himself, and stumped himself really What incomprehensible hatred did he really have with him?
When he stood up, his body suddenly stiffened, and his natural alertness let him know that there was someone not far behind him, and he slowly turned around, only to find that there was a person standing not far away.
Xu Shuting's eyes are like stars, rippling with the intoxicating color of the seaγγγγγγ
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