"Now I'm going to declare, oh yes, you two parents, sit down, don't look impatient, okay!"

Xiao Lingqi said angrily and stomped his feet. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhen's father, who was holding the newspaper, and Zhen's mother, who was knitting a sweater, looked at each other and smiled, and did it on the sofa, watching Xiao Ling, who was standing in front of the small blackboard, continue to lecture.

There are a few big words written on the small blackboard: about Zhen Muqian's lovelorn celebration plan.

The celebration was erased with chalk and the word 'salvation' was re-written.

"Now I announce that the planning meeting to save my brother's failed love affair has officially started! While my brother was still sleeping, my parents hurriedly said how to celebrate. ”

Zhen's mother hung a few black lines on her forehead: "Celebration?"

"That's right," Xiao Ling said in a reasonable tone, "It's not often in TV dramas, if something bad happens, it's lively and happy." It's like, the eldest wife just had a miscarriage, so she married a little Chong Chongxi...... Yesterday's plot from the TV series. ”

Zhen's father also had a few black lines on his forehead, which should have been infected by his wife, "I won't watch this kind of TV series in the future!"

"I know, let's talk about my brother first!" Xiao Ling coughed and began to give orders: "Dad, you call the fat aunt first and ask for the contact information of the girl who dumped my brother!"

Zhen's father: "Isn't this okay?"

Zhen's mother: "And if you ask for contact information, what can you do?"

Xiao Ling clenched his little fists and gritted his teeth, and popped out a sentence word by word: "I thank you, thank you, her!"

This is obviously a prelude to biting.

Dumped ......?

"What the hell, forget it, let me misunderstand. ”

The corners of Mu Qian's mouth twitched slightly, turned over, and took two tampons to plug his ears.

The sense of hearing is too sensitive, and earbuds have long been an indispensable sleep artifact.

When the turmoil of the past few days passes, under the deterrence of his own force, it should be stable.

When he shot at the mall, he seemed to feel some familiar atmosphere, but Mu Qian didn't take it to heart...... He wasn't a thoughtful person because it wasn't necessary.

I don't care too much about the process, just look at the result.

Song Shijing......

Unfortunately, she has always been a demon slayer.

Even if he becomes a new person, Mu Qian can't get rid of the identity of the demon for the time being, and he can't give up the power of the demon king at all, he is a mortal enemy, and he has essentially decided that there will be no result.

So, don't be impressed.

Don't you like it......

Not impressed?

When I was on the phone before, why was I lost?

Lying on the bed that I haven't slept in for a long time, why can't I lift up my emotions?

Closing his eyes, he remembered the strangeness in his heart when Song Shijing let herself wait in the café and went out to fight those soul-recovering killers......

And last time, when she was knocked unconscious by herself and her head was tilted in her shoulder socket, she secretly kissed her......

And last time, in this room, she tied up the hem of her short sleeves, pretended to be sexy, and came to herself sexily, and carried out early intervention treatment for herself......

"I'll go. ”

Mu Qian turned over, replaced his earbuds with headphones, put on an old song, and took out his notebook.

"Human Research Report and Regrets"

The so-called regret......

People will have regrets, not only people, but also demons.

Because of regret, I walked out of the Demon King Hall and walked to this town on that snowy night;

I'm also afraid of regrets, so sometimes I carefully maintain my peaceful life, but under the premise of maintaining this, I create new regrets.

But who doesn't have regrets?

It may be the mistake of the cardamom years, or the attachment of the past of youth......

'Loss is gray, melancholy is blue, what color should regret be?'

Mu Qian looked out the window, it was already a little late, and the sky was ink.

Holding his chin for a while, he sorted out a lot of thoughts in his mind, turned the ballpoint pen in his hand, and began to bow his head to create theories.

It's like an ordinary high school boy who writes down his thoughts in a notebook.

This night was quiet, and the sound of the construction of the town's shopping mall was far away, and it was no longer really heard in the wooden room.

……

On the street outside Zhen's house.

There was a car parked on the side of the road, and looking at the direction they were driving, it was supposed to be out of town.

Under the cover of the night, outside the line of sight of the street lamp, the car stopped for a while before driving away without any movement.

As for whether the people in the car saw what she wanted to see......

You should have seen it, he was writing in front of the window, wearing headphones, and he looked very focused.

"Xiao Song, go and say goodbye. ”

Sister Yu whispered in the back seat of the car, the loud voice would pull the wound on her chest, she occupied the back seat of the car alone, tied by plaster, tied to the back.

"No, haven't you already told them about Qingtian...... I don't know when I'll come back next time. ”

Song Shijing actually knows how to drive...... This girl really can't be underestimated. ――What a level of small-scale this is!

It was not convenient for Sister Yu to turn her neck, so she could only lie on the seat and look at the starry sky that passed by outside the skylight.

"The environment of this place is good, if all ordinary people live here in the future, it is a great place to be a pensioner......" Sister Yu sighed, her blonde hair was much less shiny.

"Sister Yu, how old are you, and you want to retire now?"

"Alas, I was taught a lesson by a little guy, and I don't want to continue to mess around......"

"Huh?"

Song Shijing carefully understood the meaning of Sister Yu's words, and drove to the winding mountain road, and after about five minutes, Song Shijing finally reacted! "Sister Yu, do you know who that master is?"

Do you dare to make this brain circuit a little longer!

Xiao Jingjing said that this is not long, this is just a little blocked

"I guess I know...... Forget it, don't mention it, the other party didn't show hostility, just warned us not to go near the town, then let's get out of here honestly. ”

Sister Yu sighed faintly, and the bones in her body still hurt a lot.

Song Shijing comforted: "This is not like Sister Yu's character, you have never been soft, even in the face of the mountain master, don't you have anything to say." ”

"That is, the strength of the mountain lord is a little higher than mine, and if I fall out with him, then I can't do anything!"

Sister Yu rolled her eyes, and her whole body could be shaken flexibly by this part. "Do you know why the other party injured me? It is to give us a clear warning to Kun Wushan, his strength is not something we can touch......

"Yes...... Is it so powerful?"

"Hey, I'm the Jade of Steel!"

Song Shijing blinked: "Then what kind of person is this guy?"

"I thought it was an A-level powerhouse, but I didn't expect it...... Above the S-level, a mythical existence. ”

Song Shijing suddenly didn't know what to say, because she didn't have any concept about it.

It's also difficult for her, a C-level demon slayer to feel the palpitations of an AA-level powerhouse.

Palpitation?

Sister Yu thought about the moment when she encountered the other party.

appeared out of thin air and stopped in front of him, that punch, as if smashing time and space, seemed to hit himself, but there was no fist mark on his body.

The injuries on her body were all struck on the ground, and they fell through a steel protection.

If that punch hits you......

"Don't come here in the future, report it, and make it a forbidden area. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Go back and memorize all the demon slayer textbooks for me!"

Sister Yu's lion roar was powerful again, Song Shijing, who was driving, trembled, and the car swayed left and right on the mountain road.

Fortunately, there are few pedestrians on Akina Mountain, and there is no high or low car god.

Somehow, Song Shijing felt that she would come here again in the future, and she would appear in front of that young man and see his somewhat lazy smile.

It should be soon......