Chapter 45: Little Fresh Mask Ji

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clicked on the webpage of station b, and Wu Xiaolang entered the answering interface.

Tonight's answer was purely to consume some energy and transfer hormones, but in fact, he was still not sure to pass the answer.

Ten minutes went by in a flash.

"Failed, I got three questions wrong this time."

Wu Xiaolang scratched his forehead.

"Come again!"

……

I answered it several times, and in a blink of an eye, it was almost one o'clock in the morning, and Wu Xiaolang was exhausted not only did not pass the answer.

This will exhaust his mental power, he just wants to sleep, even if he shows him a small movie, he will not be interested.

"Ha~"

With a deep yawn, Wu Xiaolang prepared to go to bed.

"Huh?"

As soon as he closed his eyes and threw himself on the bed, Wu Xiaolang only felt dizzy in his brain, and suddenly the white air mass at the center of his eyebrows reacted violently.

"What's going on?"

Wu Xiaolang immediately concentrated his consciousness on the center of his eyebrows, although this white air mass is very magical, but it is nothing more than crossing into the game to play games, and there is a short-term controller, so after a few days of novelty, Wu Xiaolang usually doesn't care about this air mass.

And now, Wu Xiaolang discovered that the air mass was completely different from the original chaotic state, divided into white qi and clear qi, and the two air currents were rotating head to tail like two fish.

But at this time, the clear qi and the white qi were trembling and spinning in an extremely unstable manner, seemingly... In Fusion?

"! It's not going to be a sacrifice, is it? ”

Sensing that the qi mass in the Meixin Mud Pill Palace was accelerating its fusion, Wu Xiaolang panicked for a while, he had read the stories of Xianxia, and knew that some immortals who failed to cross the tribulation in ancient times would wander around looking for a stand-in after their bodies were destroyed...... I shouldn't be so unlucky to be possessed by a wisp of the primordial god of a great immortal, right?

"Great God, spare your life!"

Wu Xiaolang shouted into the air abruptly, and knelt on the bed.

Nothing happens...... The air masses in the Mud Pill Palace were still fusing continuously.

Multiply~

Wu Xiaolang only felt that there seemed to be a sound of water entering the oil pot in his head, and then his eyes went black and fainted on the bed.

When Wu Xiaolang opened his eyes again, it was pitch black all around, and there were only two lights in the dark space, one large and one small, glowing with fluorescence.

Wu Xiaolang was panicked, so he had to walk quickly towards the two fluorescents.

"Huh? Isn't this the screen of my phone and computer? ”

The two fluorescents in the dark space were the screens of Wu Xiaolang's mobile phone and computer, and Wu Xiaolang suddenly remembered that he was too tired just now, as if he hadn't turned off the computer.

As soon as my mind moved, I saw that the computer screen immediately popped up a shutdown prompt.

"Huh?"

As soon as he was puzzled, Wu Xiaolang looked at the mobile phone screen again, and the mobile phone screen was instantly unlocked.

"! Can I use my consciousness to control my computer and mobile phone freely? ”

After some experiments, Wu Xiaolang found that he could not only manipulate the mobile phone and computer freely, but also use his consciousness to shuttle into the screen of the mobile phone and computer!

In other words, his previous ability was only able to travel into the glorious game screen of the mobile phone, but now he can not only travel into the game screen to manipulate the game characters, but also travel into the computer and other screens on the phone!

Ability upgraded!

"Hey, hey!"

Knowing this, Wu Xiaolang immediately smiled evilly, and then used his consciousness to manipulate and instantly click on the small movie on the E disk of the computer!

"If you can travel to the AV hero, then you won't be happy to die, ahhahaha!"

"I'll wear it!"

After clicking on the small movie, Wu Xiaolang couldn't wait to go in, but after crossing in, he couldn't see anything except a bunch of program garbled......

"! Is it only possible to travel into a controllable game? Or am I not level up enough? ”

Wu Xiaolang was full of disappointment, and his dream of having thousands of actresses was shattered......

"Don't think about this mess, let's think about how to get out!"

After a pause, Wu Xiaolang began to think about how to escape from this dark space, and he planned to drive the two air currents in his mind to try.

At this time, the two air currents in his mind were no longer air currents, but condensed into a clear and white Tai Chi pattern like two streams, slowly rotating in Wu Xiaolang's Mud Pill Palace.

As soon as his consciousness was immersed in the Taiji diagram, Wu Xiaolang instantly opened his eyes again and saw the ceiling of his room, and at this time, there were countless innocent air currents suspended in his room, and the moment he opened his eyes, all the air currents were like a sea of rivers, merging into the Taiji diagram in the center of his eyebrows.

Suddenly, Wu Xiaolang only felt refreshed, and his limbs and bones were as if they had been washed and refreshed.

"Ah~ cool!"

After slowly calming down his emotions, Wu Xiaolang began to reminisce, he found that every time he used his brain too much, the air mass in his eyebrows would change, it seemed that this thing could indeed be cultivated and constantly changed.

I just don't know what is the ultimate form of the Tai Chi pattern after continuous cultivation? And what are the functions? In addition to freely using your consciousness to control the computer and travel into the game, increasing the time you can control others, are there any other welfare features?

Like crossing into AV?

- This is what Wu Xiaolang is most concerned about.

"Forget it, let's take one step at a time!"

Wu Xiaolang shook his head freely, in fact, he didn't want to dedicate his virginity to a battle-hardened actress so easily, he planned to leave his chastity to Goddess Su Xue......

In this way, we can live up to our lovesickness!

"That's right!"

Since you can use your consciousness to control the computer, what is the topic of station b?

After thinking about it, Wu Xiaolang immediately got out of bed and sat in front of the computer, and without moving the mouse, he directly used his consciousness to control the computer and enter the answering interface.

At the same time, he also opened the search page.

With the manipulation of his mind, 10 seconds is enough for him to search for the answer!

……

Five minutes!

Wu Xiaolang successfully answered all the questions correctly, and finally opened the mysterious realm!

"Hey, hey! Mask Ji! I've come to see you! ”

I couldn't wait to click on the personal homepage of Mask Ji, and sure enough, there are a lot of house dance videos that have not been released in the ordinary section, and several of them have covers that are actually maid costumes, Japanese-style summer school costumes, and dead reservoir water sailor suits!

Mask Jie's slender body but full boobs are tempting to die in these outfits!

However, Wu Xiaolang didn't click on the video immediately, because he was pleasantly surprised to find that the mask Ji hadn't slept yet, and was on the live broadcast!

"Good luck!"

As soon as he opened the mysterious field, he met the idol mask Ji to open the live broadcast, and Wu Xiaolang couldn't help but enter the live broadcast room with excitement and luck.

In the live broadcast room, the mask Ji is still sticking a mask that will never fall off, but judging from her bright eyes and delicate facial features, she is definitely a sign of a little beauty when she takes off the mask.

"Let's stop talking about games, let's talk about something else!"

Mask Ji was chatting with the audience in front of the camera with her chin at this time, and it was the first time she was so "close" to an idol Wu Xiaolang's heart was beating again.

Even in the mysterious realm, there are tens of thousands of people in the live broadcast room of the mask Ji.

"Mask Ji Idol, I'm coming to see you!"

Wu Xiaolang sent out this barrage with excitement, but he was instantly drowned in Wang Yang's reply, and he didn't know if the mask Ji had seen it......

"Singing? What song do I want to sing? ”

The mask Ji was wearing pajamas, looking a little tired from looking at it, but she was still trying to look at the reply and interact with the audience.

Looking at the thin white wrist of the mask Ji and the haggard voice, Wu Xiaolang felt distressed for a while, although he wanted to see more idols, but he still sent a barrage of concern.

"Idol, you should rest quickly, stop singing!"

"Then I'll sing a song of flower porridge "Little Lovesickness"!"

…… Wu Xiaolang's barrage was obviously drowned, and Ji Dada, the mask didn't see it.

"Idol, take a break, stop singing!"

For the sake of the health of his idol, Wu Xiaolang decided to be a primary school student swiping the screen!

"Idol, take a break, stop singing!"

…………

"Well, thank you, the bus man... Poof, what a connotative ID! ”

Mask Ji finally saw Wu Xiaolang's message, and was amused by Wu Xiaolang's ID, in fact, the ID of this "Bus Lang" was taken by him when he was ignorant in junior high school, and he accidentally took the connotation, and he has always been embarrassed to tell others.

"Well, okay! Thank you for your concern! Mask Ji nodded seriously at the camera, and said with a gentle smile: "After singing "Little Acacia" and "Where Are You, Boy", I will go to sleep." ”

"Hmm!"

Wu Xiaolang nodded happily at the screen, and he was really happy to be replied by the idol!

In the picture, Ji took out a handful of ukulele and hugged it to her chest, and the white jade fingers flicked lightly, and the soothing notes jumped out lazily.

"Idols are so versatile!"

The soothing melody with the fresh and lazy voice of the mask Ji performed these two folk songs very infectiously, and even the faint longing and hazy feelings in Wu Xiaolang's mask Ji song, it seemed that he liked a certain boy, and it seemed that he longed to like a certain boy.

"This is the real little freshness!"

It wasn't until after the mask Ji was broadcast that Wu Xiaolang's mind still echoed with her lazy and fresh singing, and he fell asleep quietly.