Sun Zheng: "......"

Sun Zheng's eyes blinked: "......"

Tsai looked carefully and looked at it carefully, and finally: "......"

I'm going to peat—

'As the name suggests, Nyima is a kind of plaster that is used to stick to the wound!!plaster!!'

'Are you sure you're not here to make me funny!!'

Ding Dong――

[And the oversized band-aid is a kind of plaster used to stick to the wound of the soul - plaster!]

[Ordinary band-aids are to protect ordinary small physical wounds...]

[And the oversized band-aid is used to protect the small wounds on the soul...]

Ding Dong――

Sun Zheng looked at the information that popped up next in the system screen. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

[Mr. Sun!, you now have a chance to [fuse], two oversized band-aids can be fused into one [super-large band-aid]!]

I'm going to-

'Is that okay?!'

Forget it!Anyway, that's all this [Band-Aid], merge and fuse!

Sun Zheng doesn't care anymore!

Directly clicked [Confirm Fusion]

The next moment!

One after another, it seemed that the primeval power from above the Nine Heavens was directly irrigated from the heavenly dome, and the mystical power around it seemed to be like the awakening of the ancient demon god, frantically gathering towards the two [oversized band-aids]... A throbbing that seemed to come from hell and as if it came from the depths of the soul kept boiling, erupting after a trillion years of sealing...

I'm going to-

It's this breath again!

Sun Zheng's face turned white with fright, and his hair almost stood upside down like a cat's fried hair!

Knock -

On one side, you can cover the entire face with a [super large band-aid] This is how it appeared, and in that system screen, it was endlessly coquettish to show its breath that seemed to come from the wilderness.

[Congratulations to Mr. Sun, the super large band-aid has been fused...]

[Click to use, you can save a soul that has been traumatized and give it a new life...]

Sun Zheng burst into tears, how do I feel, I need to be saved at this moment...

……

When she arrived at the courtyard of her hometown, her sister Sun Xiaoxiang, who had always felt that her brother's face was not right, turned her delicate side face with soft lines like a comic, and looked at her brother who didn't say a word all the way.

"Brother..."

"Sister, you don't have to worry about me, I'm fine..."

“……”

Sun Xiaoxiang was stunned: "No, I just want to say, I want to go to my grandfather's house... Help them lay the tea!"

“… Huh!"

Sun Zheng suddenly smiled dryly and said, "Okay... Alright!"

"But don't push yourself, don't tan... Wouldn't that be cute or pretty?"

"Hmm!"

Looking at his sister's departing figure like a dancing butterfly, Sun Zheng let out a long sigh.

"Life ebbs and flows... Life is like a dream... Why care so much, just be happy..."

However!

When Sun Zheng just stepped into the courtyard of his hometown, he was immediately unhappy!

I saw that the relatives who had already gone to the grave were all sitting in the courtyard, and their faces were like those of the people at the Last Supper, with shock, surprise, questioning, ridicule, ridicule, worship, incomprehension, and disbelief...

In short, among the dozens of relatives, almost everyone has a different expression on their faces!

"What's going on?"

Sun Zheng was a little curious. "Could it be that a funny monkey with a pig's nose fell from the sky..."

When Sun Zheng squeezed into the crowd and saw a fat man sitting on a Taishi chair, sipping melon seeds, drinking tea, shaking his legs, and spitting and talking about something.

Sun Zheng's heart was extremely shocked and collapsed.

"You don't know-" This dead fat man is not a funny monkey with a pig's nose, this Nima is Wang Dahai.

"Sun Zheng of your old Sun family, is the Sun Zheng who has a school flower sister, he is terrible now-"

"Hey, hey~ Look at your personal expressions, you probably don't know yet, right!?You don't think that Sun Zheng is still a good otaku who stays at home all day, right?!"

"Whaha-"

"I came here today to tell you that your old Sun family has produced an amazing big man!"

"At least better than your old Sun Youyi's Sun Youyi as a plumber, better than Sun Meimei as a beauty salon, and more than Sun Wangxue who graduated from university and entered a large company with 8,000 a month!"

"Sun Zheng is now a super popular writer on the station, what? You ask what is a super popular writer? What does a super popular writer represent? Do you understand the daily sales? It is the money earned in a day, which can reach 15,000 yuan!"

"This is the super popular writer, this is your old Sun family's - Sun Zheng!"

Quiescence!

This is only available on the Qingming Festival - dead silence!!

Sun Zheng feels that he has an urge to now-

'Wang Dahai, you guy... Are you going to die if you don't brag about it???'

'What's even more odious is that you are bragging about my bull pen in my hometown, in front of all my relatives-'

'Okay!'

"But—didn't you check the Internet before your braggart pen to check that my novel "Breaking the Sky" has hit the streets?'

The 1-star evaluation votes have been swiped to more than 3,000, and any popularity list has almost been completely removed, and the daily reward has dropped directly to 100 yuan... Such a street achievement, you used such a bullish way to boast like this... Is it really good?'

Wang Dahai!

Nima, do you think I'm not sad enough to sprinkle salt and sulfuric acid on my wound again?

- You super tease!

'Your own bragging pen, you carry it yourself...'

Sun Zheng could almost have a premonition of what kind of turbulent waves Wang Dahai's words would bring, no, he had to slip away quickly...

Wait for the matter to be revealed...

He can't afford to lose this man!

I have to go to my grandmother's house quickly...

I'll go!

In this way, wouldn't it be embarrassing to throw people directly to grandma's house?

No, I have to take a taxi back to Xiaonan City!!

I'll come back when this braggart is over...

That's right.

However, just when Sun Zheng just took two steps back cautiously and wanted to turn around and slip away, after Sun Zheng heard it, he directly wanted to turn around and kick a 180-degree angle roundabout kick, kicking the sound of his life and not being able to take care of himself, which was extremely beautiful and came over with a very surprising voice.

"Ahh

"Isn't this our super popular writer Sun Zheng?"

Sun Zheng felt that his feet were stuck to the ground in an instant...

"Why are you still hiding? You're already so famous, why don't you tell your relatives and friends?"

"Low-key! Yes, it's low-key -- our popular writers are different! Even if they are so successful, even if they are so favored by thousands of readers, they are still so low-key!"

I'm low-key your sister?!

Dead fatty, you can't stop talking, believe it or not, my future children don't know you...

All right!

In the next second, this dead fat man was stopped!

And he did it directly, grabbed Sun Zheng's arm, and then...

Before and after, Sun Zheng just felt the hot air flow from all around, flowing from his already stiff handsome cheeks...

And blow his slightly coquettish handsome bangs out of a very artistic arc...

And then!

Sun Zheng is standing next to the dead fat man, there is a table here, there are still unfinished melon seeds on the table, and the table is full of melon seed shells...

And all around, dozens of familiar and unfamiliar eyes, with various emotions like searchlights, all projected...

This moment-

Sun Zheng's mouth is stiff, his face is stiff, his neck is stiff, his hands are stiff, and even his legs are stiff...

In his heart, he was desperate for a crack to appear under his feet, because then he would be able to get in...