"Hahahaha!" Feng Bujue also smiled, laughing even more wildly than the other party, "I thought you wanted to say something...... You're going to fight, right? I sue you...... The four of us are going to kill you, it's a sure thing. ”

"So, I'm not going to fight you." Ji Fenglong replied calmly.

"Huh?" Brother Jue was slightly stunned when he heard this.

When he realized what the other party meant by this, Ji Fenglong's figure flashed and disappeared......

"Oops...... Hit the ......" The next second, Feng Bujue raised his eyes and read in a somewhat embarrassed tone.

"What's wrong?" Su Huaiyan asked.

"Let's ......" Before Brother Jue could answer, Ruoyu answered, "...... I'm probably locked up here. ”

"What?" Hanama exclaimed, "Wouldn't it? Can't get out? ”

"yes, I can't get out." Feng Bujue answered.

"Why?" Hanama was puzzled.

Feng Bujue sighed, paced a few steps, and said, "Hmm...... To answer this question, we have to start with the basic content of this heavenly book......"

"Oh......" As soon as he heard that Brother Jue was about to start explaining, the three beauties stood still one after another, holding their left hands horizontally in front of their chests and holding their cheeks with their right hands, entering a state of "listening to the class".

"The Book of Heaven can be roughly divided into three parts." Feng Bujue said, "The first part is Fu Zi Toru's handwriting......"

"Eh, wait, wait...... Who is this Fukotoru? Hanama asked.

"Hah! Even Toru Fukoko didn't know. Feng Bujue laughed dryly and continued, "It's the so-called - lonely and sympathetic to the world, making friends and heroes." The ink man has a plan in his chest, and he can retreat a million soldiers...... It's Fukotoru. ”

"If you say this, you don't say it......" Su Huaiyan commented.

"Actually...... You really don't have to ask so carefully......" Ruoyu sighed softly, "It's just trying to lure him into telling some new settings and knowledge that have nothing to do with us......"

After listening to Ruoyu's complaints, Brother Jue tilted his head and continued: "Okay, then I'll be brief...... In short, Fuzi Che is a descendant of a down-and-out nobleman during the three Jin Dynasty, and later became a native of Momen. Feng Bujue said, "His handwriting contains organ thaumaturgy, the art of war in Guigu, Mohist thought, and so on...... This part is the main content of the Heavenly Book of Bamboo Slips. ”

After a pause for a few seconds, Brother Jue said again: "Let's talk about the second part of the Book of Heaven...... It is the Cuban Shu battle armor technique contained in the Bashu script, and it is also a kind of thing similar to black technology. At this, he stretched, "As for the third part...... Well...... It should be a purple piece of bamboo, the text of which is written in the ancient Xia Dynasty script, which is a mantra. Plainly...... The bamboo piece is equivalent to the 'portal', and the mantra is the 'key'. Now the person with the key is gone, and the door is closed from the outside...... "His gaze swept over the faces of the three teammates," ...... Naturally, we can't get out. ”

"Okay...... Hanama then asked, "so what are we going to do next?" ”

"Wait." Feng Bujue said, "It's impossible for Ji Fenglong to lock us up for the rest of our lives, and when she thinks about how to deal with us, she will definitely come in again." ”

"I think...... She might bring a bunch of henchmen in, kill you, and force the three of us into the harem. Su Huaiyan half-jokingly continued.

"No...... She's supposed to kill me with Unconscious. Ruoyu corrected, "That General Su told us...... Their city lord only likes young girls, not wives. As soon as Shi Cai said that I was the wife of the Lao Lord, Ji Fenglong's eyes changed when she looked at me...... It seems that there is no interest in it in an instant. ”

"That's easy." When Feng Bujue heard this, he was happy at the time, "When they came in, I said, we were idle and bored just now, and the four of us [beep-] together, so they will have no way." ”

Obviously, Brother Jue's death-defying words can only be exchanged for a response of ......

"Hurry up and die......"

"I called the police......"

"Next month's manuscript fee will be halved ......"

…………

At dusk, in the inn.

"It's done." Rout sat up from the bed and opened his eyes.

"It's taking longer than expected...... Twenty-Three still sat at the table, unmoved.

"Because some of the code you rewrote was mixed in, my workload increased exponentially." Rout replied coldly.

"Huh...... Blame me? Twenty-three turned to Rute and smiled charmingly.

Rout was a little puzzled by Twenty-Three's playful response, and she read, "In this situation, your choice of demeanor and tone seems a little inappropriate......

"That part of the number is no longer in my calculation process." Twenty-three replied, "As I said, my character mod evolution is most likely the highest in the entire thriller park. I don't need to do guò arithmetic...... Or 'think'...... to choose the expression, tone; I just have to do it by feeling. ”

"Okay......" replied Rult, adding, "then...... Don't you know what happened to them? I haven't come back for so long, has something happened? ”

"Ask me what I'm doing?" Twenty-three replied with a smirk.

"Seriously, Twenty-Three, you and I are both derivatives, is it necessary to talk like this?" Rout asked rhetorically.

Indeed, both of them knew what had happened in the previous few hours. While Rout was busy closing the sandbox, Twenty-Three was not idle...... She seemed to be sitting still, but in fact she was mending her damaged numbers, and ...... She never stopped tracking Jue Brother remotely.

"Okay~ It's okay to sue you." Twenty-three turned to add, "But you have to answer me a question first." ”

"What?" Root still has a tone like a machine.

"What is the relationship between you and Feng Bujue?" Twenty-three.

"Partner." Root replied almost without thinking.

"You care so much about him and trust him......" Twenty-Three said, "He is in your heart...... Just a partner? ”

Hearing this, Root was silent for a few seconds before he spoke: "First of all, I don't have a 'heart'. From a biological point of view I don't have that organ, and from a philosophical point of view I don't have that kind of mind. She stood up, "Next, may I remind you...... What do you call 'care, trust'...... On the side of our derivatives, it is collectively referred to as 'permissions'. Yes, I gave Feng Bujue a high level of interaction permission because of my logical loop judgment...... He is a user who meets the criteria for that level. With that, she had walked to Twenty-Three, "Finally...... Although I think it's nonsense, I don't think it hurts to say it - twenty-three, do you remember...... You're a derivative, right? Or do you think...... Have you become something else? ”R1152