"It's just ...... Lose your marbles. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

This is the living room of a small villa, where valuable mahogany furniture abounds, and the fine workmanship and exquisite texture fully show the craftsmanship of the craftsman and the taste of the owner.

The owner of this villa is the female boss of a pharmaceutical company in Liaohai City, in her early years, she was busy with her career, and gave up halfway through her marriage, and since then she has lost interest in love, and has turned to a virtual image to satisfy her longing for the opposite sex. But in front of people, this female boss who is less than forty is a well-known strong woman in Liaohai City, and her company's profitability and total assets are also quite praised.

And now, this single strong woman is in her own home, reverently pouring tea for a strange man.

Her well-maintained skin is even more beautiful under the light makeup, it looks like she is in her early twenties, and a touch of red between her lips shows the girl's spring heart, and she just wants her lover to take a few more looks. The beautiful curves are caged under the ancient style of ladies' clothing, dignified but not rigid, earnest but not coquettish.

Such a beautiful scenery spread across the room, but the man in the main seat seemed to be unconcerned.

He gently twisted his well-trimmed figure-of-eight beard, his fingers slender and rounded, and the tips of his fingers firm and powerful. The white skin is like a good drawing paper, and the eyes like a sword are set off more heroically. His long smooth hair was casually tied back at the back of his head, and his wide robe was draped over his body, revealing his toned and smooth pectoral muscles. The robe was originally plain, but the word "Dao" of different sizes was written on it like splashed ink.

The Tao is very good, and it is very good. These countless Taoist characters are also of different forms, as if they came from the hands of thousands of people, and they seem to have a common author.

Extravagance and strength, elegance and casualness, these seemingly conflicting characteristics are like a natural harmony in his body.

At this moment, the eyes of the heroic man were staring at the coffee table in front of him, and a delicate sand table on the coffee table was evolving into a battle between the overlord and the sword Saber. The portraits made of yellow sand are small and delicate, which can be called lifelike, but what is different from the ordinary sand table is-

The model on this sand table is active on its own.

It's like a 3D game CG, the characters on the sand table are moving on their own, until the overlord releases the final declaration, the yellow sand building collapses, and everything returns to calm.

The declaration of the overlord came to the ears of the viewers along with the magical sand table.

That "it's crazy" was what another man in the living room said.

Unlike the casual man on the main seat, this man still wore a helmet and armor in the living room, and although he looked great, he looked restless, and the armor was faintly decorated with horns. He had a resolute face, good facial features, and a dignified appearance, but at this time, he seemed to be frightened and pale.

"What's this, I can't see it, so nervous." Opposite him, a man with loose hair curled up lazily on the couch, holding a juicy pear in his hand, was nibbling wildly.

"You madman, you are so rude! As a guest, he is so rude, and he can be regarded as a heroic spirit, which is really ridiculous! The man in armor seemed to have been poked in the sore spot, and retorted angrily.

When the casual man heard this, he hurriedly said: "Yo, general, don't be angry, I'm just joking, ease the atmosphere, not for you, don't misunderstand." ”

The man in armor snorted and said no more, but he still looked like he was in a state of despair.

The casual man laughed twice, and seeing that the other party was no longer entangled, he peeked at it again, remembering the other party's description in his heart, revealing an incomprehensible gaze. Then he turned to the main seat again, and bowed his hand to the dashing man in Taoist robes:

"Big brother's hand is really powerful, things thousands of miles away are like happening in front of you, it's just anticipating the enemy's opportunity, unpredictable!"

The man in the robe smiled slightly, and arched his hand: "Brother is polite, when it comes to description, you are older than me, and you dare not be called a big brother." As for this 'military aircraft sand table', it is just a smiling and generous, unworthy thing, which is far worse than the magic of Caster's rank. ”

The casual man glared at him and said with a grin, "Caster? Caster is just a group of rats hiding in the gutter, how can you compare to the big brother, you are wise and martial, both civil and military! After he finished speaking solemnly, he glanced at a person who had been silent in the corner, and saw that he had no different color, so his face turned light.

Indeed, to say that the four strange people in the living room, the one who has been silent, are most like the mysterious Caster.

Unlike the general with the armor, nor like the rambling scoundrel with the sword at his waist, nor from the dashing and toned beautiful man in the main seat, if there is any characteristic of this person, it is-

None of the features.

The appearance is just an ordinary person who can't be found in the pile, and his physique is inconspicuous, only the ancient-like outfit shows his specialness, but this is much more normal than the others.

However, all heroic spirits must be beyond the existence of mortals, and the lack of characteristics at this time can only show that his peculiarity is not here. In other words, the dog that bites does not bark. Such guys are often even more headaches.

The man in the robe did not feel the slightest discomfort in the face of the rogue's flattering words, laughed calmly, shook his head repeatedly, and waved him to sit down. The scoundrel laughed with him, glanced at the still restless general opposite, folded off a "grass stem" from the flower pot next to him, held it in his mouth triumphantly, leaned back at will, and sighed.

At this time, the hostess who was standing aside after pouring the tea said with a little panic: "Guest...... Guest! That's it, that's the dripping Kannon......"

The scoundrel didn't seem to realize that she was talking to herself, and was still shaking her head with half-closed eyes, and everyone but the featureless person was looking at her with puzzled eyes.

Looking at the eyes of the man who pretended to be like electricity, the hostess suddenly blushed, avoided his gaze and whispered: "That, poisonous ......"

With a "poof", the rogue man squirted out the "grass stem" in one mouthful, and pointed to the dripping Guanyin with green branches and leaves with an angry face: "This, this grass is actually poisonous?!" If it's a poison, why keep it indoors? ”

The hostess kindly reminded her, but she was questioned like this, and she was inevitably wronged for a while, and her eyes were slightly red. If it was in the past, she would never expose her vulnerable side so easily, but today it is unusual. She couldn't help but look at the heroic man in the costume with anticipation in her eyes.

The man on the main seat straightened up slightly, and a sword intent faintly emanated from him, straight but not strong, broad but not fierce, and there was a majestic bearing in the gentleness.