"Tear it up—"

As always, before bedtime, warm a cup of unsweetened, low-fat milk.

Chu Zihang tore a small hole in the milk package, poured it into the glass without a drop, and then put the glass of milk in the microwave and pressed the heating button of 'one minute'.

The discarded milk packaging is crumpled into a neat piece of cardboard in your hands and thrown into the trash can next to you.

There was a faint sound of water, it was Aunt Tong who was wringing out her clothes in the yard, ready to dry. It seems that she is not used to using the machine to complete the whole set of laundry.

The last few days of the mission coincided with the date of 'Dad''s business trip, so Aunt Tong and Mom were the only two people left at home - which also made it easier for him to follow the instructions of the college. After all, neither Mom nor Aunt Tong would care about what he was doing outside or where he went, and 'Dad' would more or less express his slightly cumbersome fatherly care.

To give you a good example, if he hadn't come back suddenly today, I'm afraid Mom would have gone to play all night with her friends.

'Dad' never restrains her mother when she is at home, but in the case of an all-night situation, she will still check her safety from time to time, so that her mother does not dare to be too presumptuous.

As for when he was at home, his mother, who was extremely detached, was completely settled.

A soft orange light was emitted from the inside of the microwave oven, and the tray slowly rotated with the sound of buzzing operation, Chu Zihang silently counted the dark green seconds while picking up the task terminal that was always at hand.

"Zihang-is the milk ready?"

Mother, that is, Su Xiaoyan, the voice with a hint of sleepiness came from upstairs, it seemed that she had finished watching today's Mango TV series and couldn't go out to play, and she was now sleepy.

"Right now."

He took another quick glance at the process laid out by the school board, then logged out of his login on the task screen.

The milk that had just been heated was a little hot, but Chu Zihang naturally didn't care about this kind of minutiae, he directly held the glass in his hand, and began to arrange specific conversations in his mind.

Pushing open the door of the master bedroom, Su Xiaoyan was leaning against the head of the bed with a big pillow, yawning in front of the LCD TV playing commercials, and her body was half covered with a quilt.

≡↖dǐng≡↖diǎn≡↖小≡↖語,.●.o∨s_(); The quilt cover and sheets are pale pink, and the head of the bed is decorated with some cute decorations, so in the room of this woman who even has children in college, it is unbelievable to see a strong girlish atmosphere,

"After watching TV, go to bed early, otherwise you will have dark circles under your eyes."

After Chu Zihang confirmed that the milk in his hand was no longer hot, he handed it over. Su Xiaoyan just took the milk, stretched out her tongue and licked it carefully, as if she still felt too hot, so she blew in small gulps, as for what Chu Zihang said, I don't think it will be put in her heart.

Chu Zihang sighed half-helplessly, and then helped her prepare for bed: turn off the noisy TV that broadcast advertisements, pull up the curtains in the bedroom, and tidy up the cotton slippers in the east and west. By the way, tuck the corners of the quilt and gently shake off the folds that are mixed together.

Grandma is right, this woman is born heartless, but she is heartless and beautiful, but she will live well.

For example, the current Su Xiaoyan looks like she is about twenty-five or sixteen years old, and it is completely difficult to imagine that she is a person who has given birth to children; For example, the man who could only play tricks in the past took care of her meticulously, and after the divorce, he never forgot to ask Chu Zihang to hot milk.

Even if the man died and disappeared and was forgotten by her, there was still a handsome and handsome son left.

"Go to bed early."

Taking the cup with a few drops of milk remaining, Chu Zihang took out a tissue to help the mother in front of him who was not at all like a 'mother' wipe the corners of her mouth, until Su Xiaoyan got into the quilt, revealing an expression of 'I will be obedient', Chu Zihang diǎn diǎn head, turned off the light in the room, and walked out of the bedroom.

"Zihang is still so filial."

Aunt Tong stood at the door with a smile, watching Chu Zihang gently close the door and take the cup in his hand by the way.

"Leave these little things to me as much as you can. I've heard that foreign universities are also very competitive, so don't tire yourself down. ”

"Thank you, Aunt Tong, for your concern."

Chu Zihang thanked him politely, and at the same time began to prepare for tomorrow's action.

"Tomorrow morning - tomorrow I have something to do, so I probably won't be back for dinner at noon and in the evening. The school vacation is not long, and I will probably leave to catch a plane the day after tomorrow. ”

Generally speaking, when he has something to go out, he will tell the reliable and honest Aunt Tong, instead of Su Xiaoyan, who will forget everything as soon as he turns around, or the busy 'dad' who thinks about how to turn the family's money up by a few hundred percent all day long.

"Another ......"

"And remember to warm low-fat milk every night?"

Aunt Tong smiled in surprise and said the next words for him.

After being a nanny in the Chu family for seven or eight years, she has long known the habit of not sleeping well without drinking hot milk before going to bed. Not to mention that Chu Zihang would personally warm the milk every night, and once something was not at home, he would tell her to do it well.

I don't know how I stubbornly remember such a little thing for so many years.

Chu Zihang diǎn diǎn head, and then walked to his room.

"Go to bed early—"

Aunt Tong's thoughtful words were still coming from behind her, and after Chu Zihang politely signaled to understand, he turned around and entered the room and gently locked the door.

From his room, he could see the gloomy and dark sky outside the villa, with no moon or stars.

There was nothing fancy in the room, and the only thing that could be called an ornament was the dressing mirror standing next to the wall, which had made it easy for him to stitch up the wound on his back many times.

The phone rested quietly on the desk, waiting for him to dial the number—

It wasn't an ordinary night.

Mercer tapped his knuckles lightly against the glass and looked in a certain direction toward the city.

The range of pulse perception is limited, and after being upgraded to the dǐng level, it is only about 4,000 meters, not to mention that the information reflected is so detailed and rich that it is difficult to observe anomalies from it.

So what really tells him that there is something happening is the ...... in his body

"Well, what's the problem?"

Chen Wenwen's slightly restless and restless voice came from behind him, causing him to quickly restrain his chaotic thoughts.

That's right, he is not anywhere else now, it is at Chen Wenwen's house.

He didn't say why she wanted to stay here for the night, but seeing that she was sitting on the sofa and twisting her body incessantly, the flush on her cheeks lingered for a long time, and it was obvious that she wanted to be crooked.

"There's nothing to entertain at home, I'm sorry, and some places are relatively simple......"

Despite trying to explain, her eyes were still very wandering, and she didn't dare to look at him.

"Do I remember everything I told you before?"

Mercer selectively skipped her thin-skinned surface and cut to the chase.

"Ah, I've memorized ......"

Chen Wenwen opened the black notebook like a treasure, and the neat handwriting on it was covered with several pages, and it took an afternoon to complete.

It's only a few thousand words, but the amount of information it contains is enormous - including the general truth about the dragons and hybrids in this world, the main forces among the hybrids, and the secrets of the city.

The specific information was not kept in the form of notes, but was narrated by him himself.

"It's really amazing to think about it, there are really dragons in this world, and there are spirits. And it's so hidden......"

While saying this, Chen Wenwen glanced at him resentfully-if she had reported these situations to him earlier, she wouldn't have to worry about this and that every day, and it took more than a year to hire Sister Hua to investigate.

"So I don't want you to get involved, after all, it's too dangerous for you to be inappropriate."

Mercer sighed, petting her hair that hung over her shoulder.

Chen Wenwen didn't make any other moves, but felt silently, not knowing what was going on in her heart.

"In short, what I tell you must be memorized. Next year, or even the year after, try not to come back here. ”

Thinking back to the content of the Dragon Four that the system had instilled in him before it disappeared, Mercer was horrified.

In terms of reading value, Ryusi is of course a completely watered foreshadowing book, but a lot of the information revealed in it has to make him very vigilant.

This is also why he told Chen Wenwen not to come back next year and the year after, because that happened to be the time period when the plot of Dragon Four took place.

If what he wants to do succeeds......

No, whether it succeeds or not, this world is no longer the dragon in the original book.

In Chen Wenwen's slightly puzzled gaze, Mercer clenched his fists, and a cold ice and snow rose in his eyes, piercing the distance beyond his sight where a bloody scene was being staged.

(Update or something, it's really reluctant, so these three months are really random.)

In addition, there is no need to reward or anything, I really feel heartbroken about your arrogance of feeding diǎn Niang...... ）