"Play big!" the smoke seemed to have made up his mind, and then a light shot out from the smoke and disappeared into Wednesday's body in an instant. Wednesday's body was then enveloped in a faint light, the scratches from the rocks and trees healed quickly, even the dried blood stains disappeared cleanly, and even the scars on the body before Wednesday became much lighter.

"Third brother, it's really early. Xiao Li pushed open the office door and saw Wednesday leaning back in a chair, with his legs crossed on the desk, in a standard sitting posture of the third master.

Call!

The third brother, who was leaning crookedly, collapsed directly from the chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and the hot air was bubbling in his mouth and nostrils, and he looked at Xiao Li next to him with a blanket on his face.

"Third brother, you ...... What are you?" Xiao Li asked softly after waiting for Wednesday to catch his breath.

"I'm fine, Lee, I'll take a break today, and you can do today's surgery. Wednesday confessed, then grabbed the coat on the hanger and rushed out directly, leaving Xiao Li alone in the office to slowly savor his blindfolded state.

The sound of rushing water kept coming from the bathroom, and Wednesday stood in front of the mirror barely, letting the water column keep washing over his body.

The person in the mirror has a well-proportioned figure, and the water droplets rolling on the body seem to have a special beauty.

Wednesday felt as if there was something different, but more of it was like Xiao Li. After such a long period of "strange events", Wednesday was very sure that what happened this morning was real, even the mountain, the tree, the grass, the wound, the blood......

"Damn, what about me?" said Wednesday, suddenly recalling how he had been abused. It's just that in the end, Wednesday almost broke his neck, but he didn't see any scars, and even the scars on his body seemed to have faded.

", that's awesome. Wednesday wrapped in a bath towel, crossed Erlang's legs, held a cigarette in his mouth, and swayed a chair under his buttocks, slowly recalling, unaware of the moment when he crossed Erlang's legs.

The takeaway was delivered on time, and since I didn't go to work, Wednesday naturally started its own Wednesday mode. After eating, I naturally had to pull, so when I rushed out of the toilet on Wednesday, the room was already full of stench, and it was the standard smell of.

"How can it be so stinky? Did Lao Tzu eat?" Wednesday angrily opened the windows and doors, and stood far away in the hallway staring at his room.

The day was spent in the non-stop struggle with the smell on Wednesday, and Wednesday, who was lying in bed at night, was even worried that if he farted at night, he would directly kill himself and Xiao Li.

The next day

A sonic boom of a loud whip smashing through the air and a scream that didn't resemble a human voice officially kicked off Wednesday's "happy hour".

"Wait, where is this?" Wednesday naturally knew who he was up against.

"My turf. ”

"Damn, your territory, you've got to let me get dressed and get Lao Tzu out, right?" said Wednesday, glaring at the smoke in front of him, gritting his teeth.

"No, you're alone here. ”

"Do you know what civilization is?" said Wednesday, who suddenly looked innocently at the ever-shifting smoke in front of him.

"Civilization?"

"Civilization just can't run around with a bare ass, it doesn't matter if it's just one person, not to mention that there is a you next to Lao Tzu. ”

"Oh, Lao Tzu is not human, you can rest assured. ”

"Your uncle, you cow. Also, why does Lao Tzu's stink so much?"

"Ignorance, you'll know slowly, run, right?"

The smoke slowly condensed into tentacles and swirled around Wednesday.

"Your uncle!"

Smack, whip sound.

Ah, screaming.

"Your uncle!" was still very stiff before passing out on Wednesday, a typical dead bird.

It's another month

Wednesday felt as light as a swallow, running in this unknown place, as if there was a feeling of flying. Looking at the regressing scenery around him, Wednesday suddenly had a sense of detachment from the world, and a sublimated aura echoed in his chest. Of course, if you're not running naked, it's even better if you don't have that damn whip by your side.

Wednesday didn't know how far he had run, only that he seemed to have an inexhaustible amount of strength in his body.

Bang!

The whip appeared at his feet, and Wednesday felt like he was really flying, and then slammed into the soft ground beneath his feet.

"Your uncle, what do you want to do?"

"Good run, back. The next moment, Wednesday's eyes flashed, and he was lying on the bed in his apartment again.

At six o'clock, Wednesday grabbed his phone and glanced at it, then got up and went downstairs a few minutes later.

The sun had just shown a red edge, and although it was already late autumn, the smell of plants and trees was still strong, accompanied by the peculiar smell of rotten branches and rotting branches, which continued to pour into Wednesday's nostrils.

Standing in the sun, Wednesday felt as if his body was glowing.

In two months, Wednesday really completed a metamorphosis, and it really felt like a cocoon into a butterfly. Today, on Wednesday, the whole person does not have a trace of the greasy feeling before, the skin is smooth and full of toughness, and the scars of the past have disappeared, really like brocade. If it weren't for his wheat-colored skin, Wednesday felt that he could have applied for some kind of profession that eats by his face, accompanying a group of rich women to go shopping, eat, and XX. These are not the happiest things for Wednesday, but they finally don't dislike themselves anymore when they.

After eating breakfast, Wednesday took a cigarette in his mouth and shook towards the unit with a small song in his mouth.

"Dark, are you sure you want to choose him?" In some unknown space, a pure white space, there was nothing but a table and a chair, there was no sky, no ground, and tables and chairs floated in this space. A man dressed in gray was slumping into a chair and trimming his nails.

"What?" With a brief question from the man in gray, a man appeared in the space again, this man was dressed in white, his whole body was refreshing, and his body was full of books, if he had to describe it, he looked a bit like a showman, and he was very young and beautiful.

"Isn't it child's play?" "Xiucai" asked.

"Child's play? Since ancient times, life has been a play, and the difference is just a script. The man in gray glanced into the distance.

"It's just ......" Xiucai didn't finish his words, but his eyes clearly told the man in gray that he needed an explanation.