152 One Night Impulse
Fu Xi's words were amazing, and Ximen Chong's little heart was almost blown up!
The Milky Way is not of this universe? What does it mean?
He couldn't help but ask, "Can you tell me more about it?" What does this have to do with the Terran spokesperson? ”
Fu Xi shook his head, laughed three times and said, "If you want to know why, then go find it yourself!" ”
"I hate other people's appetite the most!" Ximen Chong looked at him with disdain and said, "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you say it or not, I will live and die for a hundred years, why do you need to worry about that?" ”
Fu Xi smiled and said leisurely: "Some things, it doesn't mean that you don't care about it if you want to, you just stay out of it if you want to stay out of it." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info As a spokesperson, you don't have a choice. In addition, as long as you put in a little effort, 100 years is just a short period of time in your life. ”
"Huh?" Ximen Chong frowned, and was about to ask him if he could still live longer than Wang Ba, when the surrounding scenery suddenly returned to normal.
Sun Yiguang, Zhang Shaohe and others are maintaining their original posture, including themselves, who also held Zhang Ershao's neck before.
Could it be that it was Nan Ke's dream just now?
As soon as the thought came to mind, a voice suddenly exploded in his ears: "Boy, don't think about dealing with your compatriots all day long, cultivating your "Taiyin Hugging Yang Gong" is the right way." In the future, as the greatest hope of the human race, the task of maintaining world peace will be entrusted to you! The kid surnamed Zhang is my apprentice, and there will definitely be a place to help you in the future, don't hurt the killer. ”
His voice was getting weaker and weaker, and it seemed to be gone.
Fu Xi also had no choice, just now, he suddenly received a distress signal from the third sister.
Simon Chong was stunned for a long time, thinking about what he said.
Zhang Shaohe came back to his senses, Fu Xi didn't hypnotize him just now, and he remembered what happened clearly.
"How? Scared, right? Zhang Shaohe laughed proudly.
Laugh at your uncle, laugh!
Will Lao Tzu be afraid? Simon Chong kicked him out with a kick, and without looking at the few people who were stunned, he walked out.
Out of the hotel door, the cold air immediately surrounded him enthusiastically. Ximen Chong walked mechanically on the sidewalk, his face a little lonely, his eyes blank and empty.
He was a little overwhelmed.
When did the world become like this?
What's the matter, Lao Tzu just wants to pretend to be a good force or something, how can he become the spokesperson of the bullshit technology family?
Demon, Fuxi, Girl in Black, Schrödinger...... Why is there so much mess in this world?
Not afraid, but absolutely disliked. He has no ambitions, and he has never thought about being a superhero or anything, but now that things are developing, what the hell is going on?
Now he is still struggling to deal with a first-level demon, and if a few high-level ones come out, he has no way at all. He didn't want to practice day and night like a monk meditating, but in order to be able to give himself someone he liked, it seemed that he had to do it again.
Ximen Chong was very confused.
And he didn't know that this confusion was not his intention, but because-in order to make him completely on the side of the human race, Fuxi planted a seed in the depths of his soul.
Judging by his current condition, the seed is already taking root. The speed is so fast, I'm afraid that even Fu Xi himself can't think of it.
As for the name of the seed, it is very popular, but if Ximen Chong knew it, he would definitely be shocked.
Because, it's called the love species.
Walking aimlessly, the lights are ten million times brighter than the stars in the sky, making this fragile home as fragile as foam in the sun colorful. I don't know how many street crossings I have walked, how many traffic lights I have passed, and one person has always maintained the same pace.
Suddenly there was a shrill whistle, followed by a sharp brake, and a woman's exclamation.
Ximen Chong turned his head to look, only to see a young child running after a balloon towards the middle of the road, not noticing a large cement truck speeding towards him.
Cheng Lin, who was on the phone with the company's customers, saw this scene, and all the strength in her body was instantly drained! I wanted to rush over to save my son, but I couldn't muster any strength.
She watched the scene blankly as if she had been short-circuited.
Simon Chong subconsciously turned into a gust of wind and rushed over, grabbed the young child and rushed to the opposite sidewalk. The huge inertia caused the cement truck to stop until it was fifty meters away, and the driver hurriedly jumped out of the car, and was relieved to see the child in the yellow leather jacket being held by a man in front of his chest.
After secretly saying that it was dangerous, he got into the car and walked forward.
"Brother, my balloons." The childish voice sounded in his ears, and Simon rushed to see him pointing ahead, walked over with him in his arms, bent down to pick up the balloon, and put it in his hand.
The mobile phone slipped from her hand and fell to the ground without knowing it, seeing that her son was safe and sound, Cheng Lin covered her mouth and burst into tears with excitement.
From hell to heaven, it seems to have taken a drastic turn in this instant.
When the street lights on the sidewalk came on, Ximen Chong walked over with the child in his arms, walked up to her, smiled, and put the child down.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Cheng Lin suddenly stopped him; "Hey, thank you! My house is nearby, let's go in and have a cup of tea. ”
Ximen Chong nodded. His heart was still in a daze.
Cheng Lin lives in a villa, which is less than a kilometer away. On the way, Cheng Lin kept expressing his gratitude, and Ximen Chong responded without a ride.
Serving tea and making water, tea is good tea, but the person who makes tea is obviously a layman.
Although the water in the kettle was just boiled tonight, the temperature was also more than ten degrees lower, and it was undoubtedly a waste to use it directly to make tea.
Fortunately, tea drinkers don't understand, more than ten minutes, after a few cups of tea, he suddenly reacted.
How did you end up at someone else's house?
Cheng Lin was looking at him gratefully and said, "If it weren't for you today, Zhezhe would only be afraid...... He's my only hope of survival, and if anything happens to him, I don't want to live alone......"
After divorcing her ex-husband, she gradually became this kind of strong and capable character, but in fact, she is strong on the outside and soft on the inside.
Looking at her son, who was already asleep, her heart slowly quieted down. No matter how big the company is and how much money is in the account, if there is no son, what is the point of all this?
"By the way, this is for you!"
After she looked at what he was wearing, she knew that his family background was average, and he didn't have the exaggeration of the rich second generation, so he was obviously not pretending.
Ximen Chong looked at the bank card, shook his head ironically, got up and said, "Drink the tea, go!" ”
Cheng Lin stood up, a hint of color flashed in her eyes, and she was about to send him out, when her eyes suddenly went dark.
There's a power outage!
Cheng Lin reacted immediately, she took out her mobile phone, turned on the flashlight to light him on the road, and walked over quickly.
"Wait...... Ah~"
The soles of her feet suddenly slipped, and the whole person rushed forward, Ximen Chong turned around when he heard the sound, and subconsciously went to help, but the direction was not accurate, and it happened to be on her white rabbit.
Cheng Lin's face suddenly turned red, and affected by this unexpected incident, the mobile phone came out of his hand again.
Looking at her delicate face, Ximen Chong's heart suddenly felt dry, he suddenly brought her into his arms, kissed her on the reassuring lips. (To be continued.) )