"Bunino?"

Biwen asked in a calm tone, expressionless.

"Aren't you surprised?" Wu asked rhetorically.

"No, I'm surprised, please give me the details. Biwen said with an unchanged expression.

If you are surprised, can you show it a little bit in your facial features? Even if you frown at me, you can do it! Your attitude will make me feel that my information is completely worthless and even a little outdated...... Wu Xijin really wanted to give Bi Wen a little bit of his excess expression, let him try it for a few days, and spice up his boring and boring life.

"When I met Bunino she was setting up the altar and taking away something very important, and I'm ashamed to say that I couldn't stop her. ”

Wu Xijin allowed himself to show some 'regrets', which is true, but it is not comprehensive.

Of course, working for Bunino and personally participating in the revival of the evil god is something that Wu Xijin would never say anyway. On the one hand, it is a face, and on the other hand, it is easy to be misunderstood that it has a special relationship with Bunino.

"When?"

"What did she take?"

Biwen asks two questions in a row.

"At 6 o'clock, I met on the way back. The thing she took was called the Scepter of Reincarnation, and according to her, it was a key opportunity for the undead to resurrect Phinebus. ”

"I'm going to write a report. ”

Without saying a word, Biwen returned to his chair and sat down, and began to write on the paper.

"By the way, can you tell me the address of Miss Night's house? "Wu used to be the present.

"She's already out of Grouper, and she left you a letter in my drawer. Although Biwen said this, he didn't mean to get up at all to help Wu Xijin get the letter, and it seemed that he was really busy.

Wu Xijin couldn't find the night companion, and he wanted to ask about the disappearance of the transcendent origin after the death of the Biwen people, but seeing that Biwen was so busy, he had to leave first.

......

At 11 o'clock, Wu Xijin returned to the room, piled up the letter paper on the bed and prepared to sleep.

It may be because he has experienced too much today, and after Wu Xijin lay down, his mind was full of all kinds of things that happened during the day.

Giant bone dragons, the corpses of second-generation werewolves, battles with transcendents on the same path as you, the horror of repeated encounters with Bunino, and the epic war between Order and the Grim Reaper...... These images played in a loop in Wu Xijin's mind, making it difficult for Wu Xijin to sleep.

Call.

Wu Xijin sat up from the bed with a long breath, turned on the light, and thought about what to do to distract himself. He thought about it and thought about it, and then suddenly he saw the letter paper around the bed.

Notepaper......

Wu Xijin picked up one at random, wrote a word: "In", and then clicked send.

Unlike before, this time 5 minutes have passed, and there is still no recovery from Huo Qi.

Slept?

No, how can a writer sleep so early?

He didn't sleep all night yesterday.

Also right...... Normal people can't go without sleeping every night.

Wu Xijin clarified the logic, looking at the stationery covering the ground, he had a whim, collected these hundreds of letters, took a basin of water, and began to practice his idea, the practice content is whether the letterpaper can still be used normally after experiencing a certain degree of pollution.

The practice process is simple.

Wu Xijin first soaked a piece of letter paper in water, soaked it and took it out, and clicked send.

Gravity seems to have affected the paper's attempts to float slowly, but it hasn't stopped it from being sent.

This is good!

Watching the letter disappear into the air, Wu Xijin nodded with satisfaction, and then rummaged through some ingredients and seasonings that he didn't usually use at home:

Bean sprouts, bean paste, ginger, garlic, green onions, peppercorns, chili powder, dried red peppers, cooking wine, soy sauce, pepper, sugar, and finally add a little salt and monosodium glutamate, stir well with hot water.

There is no overnight feud between friends, this little grudge can be avenged tonight.

......

Rujia Hotel, choleric room.

At this time, Huo Qi was sleeping sweetly, and a piece of water-soaked letter paper slowly appeared from the top of Huo Qi's head, and then fell quickly.

Syllable.

The letter slapped on Huo Qi's face with a crisp sound.

Wu Xijin felt a little itchy on his face, but he was too sleepy to care, turned over and continued to sleep.

A few minutes later, the letter paper with various seasonings fell one after another, and the layers were spread out on Huo Qi's body, making a series of crunching sounds.

......

When he got up the next morning, Wu Xijin moved his nose and felt a slightly sour smell of feces above his head.

When he opened his eyes, Wu Xijin moved the two tables above his body, and then saw a stack of at least 30cm thick letterheads, occupying the two tabletops. As a rough estimate, there must be 2-3,000 pieces of stationery, all of which are stained with various spices.

You can't finish such a big project in an hour, right?

How much hatred and resentment is this?

And you're still putting in there? I don't even have it!

Wu Xijin lamented that Huo Qi was sick and small-minded, but also secretly admired his wisdom.

Before he went to bed, he remodeled the bed, removed the four legs, and changed it directly to the height of tatami mats.

Lowering the bed is not fundamental, Wu Xijin's purpose is to prop up two tables above his head, so as to completely block the airdrop of biological and chemical weapons from directly above.

The results have proven to be significant.

Wu Xijin nodded with satisfaction, feeling that he had done a great thing with immeasurable merit. After all, when it is time to retrige, it is a blessing that I have ended a long-lasting act of mutual revenge that may even affect future generations.

Throwing away the sour-smelling stationery, Wu Xijin took out a clean piece of stationery.

Here's what's left from last night.

Wu didn't run out of all of them, and left a few that were needed from time to time.

"Thirty thousand, where did you come up with such a refreshing formula?

Wu Xijin didn't directly say that he had prevented it, and it was meaningless to show off verbally, it would only make Huo Qi study how to retaliate next time. It is difficult to prevent thieves for a thousand days, and in order to end this meaningless fight, Wu Xijin decided to let the spirit of Huo Qi win.

He believed that as long as he thought he had won, he would stop fighting.

After all, choleria should also understand the meaning of retribution.

This time, I didn't let Wu Xijin wait, almost as soon as the letter was sent, there was a reply there, faster than ever.

"Are you happy?"

This paper is not the one that Wu used just now, it is a new one.

It proves that Huo Qi has written this in advance, and he is waiting for Wu Xijin to get feedback on the game as soon as he wakes up.

Oh, you damn winner.