Professor Shi waved his hand and said, "No need, let him go, it's not appropriate to provoke the Jishi Society now." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

As he spoke, he threw the charm in his hand at the masked man, frightening the masked man to catch it.

"Take this, choose someone from within our sect, and give him the charm quietly, remember, don't let him find out that you did it."

The masked man was puzzled: "But sect master, isn't there any specific standard?" ”

There were so many disciples to choose from that it was a bit tricky for him.

"There is no standard, and there is no need for a standard, as long as it is within the sect, I hope to get the news that you have done it before tomorrow."

With that, he put his hands in his hands and quietly stared at the sleeping girl in the center of the room.

The masked man quietly left with a charm and a confusion, and as he left, he vaguely heard Professor Shi whispering.

"What will happen in the future.....

Li House.

Xiao Ming was watching TV with Hui Ye, and suddenly his mobile phone shook, and he picked it up and saw that it was a short message.

"@小明, come and see my new paintings."

This is obviously a mass SMS, and the signed ID is Chen Ran.

Xiao Ming blinked, feeling a little puzzled, after all, he has always said among his classmates that he is a writer, eh, or a writer is okay, people who don't know will think he is very powerful, but in fact, including Xiao Ming, everyone knows that his so-called writer is actually writing some chicken soup for the soul on the self-media to earn a little electricity bill, not a writer who can rely on this to eat, why is he starting to paint again now.

He clicked on the link and saw that Kaguya was about to come over with half of his head, so he simply clicked on the projection effect and watched it with Kaguya.

After loading, there is a strange painting, the person painted is distorted, the whole takes on a noodle-like texture, he seems to be standing on a bridge, looking out of the painting with a frightened expression, and there are two blurred shadows behind him.

Xiao Ming scratched his head: "What the hell is this?" It looks like it was drawn by a child. ”

Kaguya gave him a blank look: "This is called a shout, a world-class famous painting." ”

Xiao Ming shook his head.

"I don't know much about these people who are engaged in art."

But after saying this, he still gave a lot of face-saving praise, and then in Kaguya's disdainful gaze, he clicked on a search, followed the comments, and edited himself, writing a large paragraph of comments in the back.

"The distortion of the lines is very well drawn...... The overall tone is also quite good.... exaggerated expressive balabala...."

After writing it, I passed it up.,Just turn off your phone.,Continue to watch TV with Kaguya in your arms.。

After all, it's just an old classmate, and friendship can only take up a few minutes of his time, and the beauty is in his arms, where can he still think about something else.

Time flows slowly in the ordinary daily life of the two, and gradually brews mellow happiness.

And in the Jeshikai, Ange has also returned.

After leaving the Crescent Moon Tea House, he found a secluded place and couldn't wait to use the teleportation props, and returned to the Jishihui in an instant.

He kind of understood why Origami was in a mood after finding out that he was socially good: when some difficult guys appeared, he could throw the pot at them and try to have a good time for himself.

He handed over the Holy Spirit Bead to the people in the research department along with the box, hesitated for a moment, and still didn't tell anyone what the Lunatic Sect Master said, he always felt that the Lunatic Sect Master seemed to have a plan, if he told the news, it seemed that it would be in his arms, but it was a good strategy in his heart to pretend not to hear it and let him do something.

It's just that the effect of this spell is not clear to the people in the Jishi Society? Is this spell unique? What the hell is going on with that puppet that seems to have a soul?

A lot of confusion made him a little irritable.

It's time to get a more reliable information network.

He added in his mind.

At least it's a different channel from the Jisekai.

Ange's eyes lit up, and he remembered the young god he had met in Neon earlier.

"For five cents, you can tell me to do anything!"

Although he is a god of calamity, his essence is quite outstanding and he has a wide range of contacts, so it is suitable to act as an intermediary.....

The gloomy dark clouds hovering over this small third-tier city have been lingering for a long time, which makes people a little sullen for no reason, especially the drivers who drive, and they are a little boring for no reason.

"Grass, there is only one person who likes me? What the hell? ”

The few passengers in the car smiled and said, "The old driver is deflated? ”

After being stuck in traffic for more than half an hour in front, the old driver decided to make a picture in public, smeared a shout with a tool on his mobile phone, and bet with the passengers that he would be able to get hundreds of likes in an instant, but after waiting for half an hour, only Xiao Ming gave a like, which really made him a little congested.

"Forget it, I'll lie down for a while, and when the car in front of me moves, you call me!"

"Got it, you go to sleep, look at what your eyes look like swollen ......"

The old driver smiled and closed his eyes silently.

He wasn't sleepy, he felt a little sad.

When he was a teenager, he wished to become a painter as good as his father, but after his mother fell seriously ill, this harmonious and happy family began to fall apart.

Zhang's cardiac malignant malformation syndrome.

This is an ultra-rare disease with an incidence of less than 1 in 100,000, which is the first in China, and there are only four cases in the world, which will corrode the heart from the beginning, and then quickly infect the lymph and spread the lesions throughout the body.

Father and mother have a deep relationship, and their health is not very good, and he finally couldn't stay up at the end of his junior high school, so he followed his mother.

When he was in junior high school, he had excellent grades in high school, and he suffered from this catastrophe when he went to high school, and he lost interest in women and contracted various diseases, but after many years, he suddenly looked back and found that he had nothing.

Then in order to make a living, he learned a lot, lost a lot, and broke up with his boyfriend a long time ago.

If he hadn't been interested in sketching a cry just now, he wouldn't even remember how he could do it.

The cruelest part of life is to make you adapt to it, and wait until you become the kind of person you despise the most in the past, and then let you sound the past.

He sniffed, took out a small round pendant from the lining of his clothes, and rubbed it in the palm of his hand.

O moon of mercy, I hope you can eliminate the suffering of the world and restore the world to clarity.

"Uncle driver, tell me another joke."

A good-looking little girl said to him.

This girl is young, and it is the time when she has the most fantasies about the future, and when she sees his handsome appearance, she always thinks that he has a story and is very cool, unlike the little boy next to her.

"Okay, I'll tell you a joke about the driver."

He smiled and agreed, it seems that this traffic jam will take a little time.

"Once upon a time, there was a teenager who told his girlfriend that in the future, he would drive a car with millions to pick her up, but after many years, he ....."

"I know, I know! Uncle, did he drive the bus to pick up that girl, and then that girl became a conductor? ”

The little girl blinked her eyes and said with some dissatisfaction: "Uncle, this joke is so old, and there is no conductor now." ”

He levied, and then tilted his head.

"Well, then I'll tell you how about a different ending?"

"Oh, isn't that a rich man who left with his girlfriend!"

When he said a word, he shrugged helplessly, and laughter rang out in the car.

"Now the girl is really good at playing, and she can't say anything that the old driver choked."

"Yes, yes, this trick used to trick little girls."

He laughed at himself, but when he saw the little girl's simple smile, he had an urge to talk.

"Well, how about another ending?"

The little girl scratched her head and said, "Is there any other ending?" ”

"Yes, for example, the boy became a bus driver, but the girl didn't marry him or marry Gao Fushuai, she just found an ordinary person to live an ordinary life..."

The little girl was dissatisfied: "It's not funny at all, it's not poisonous chicken soup, it's not interesting." ”

Young people often only have a few people in their eyes, but this world is very big, not only young and rich.

"Uncle, that girl is neither married to a teenager nor married to a rich man, so how can it be considered a good story?"

"There are only rich and handsome people and teenagers in the story, but after so many years, maybe there will be other people who become the teenagers of girls."

The girl sighed and said simply, "I thought it would be something that would appear as the Great Demon King, and then the Great Demon King would knock down the boy and snatch the girl." ”

Everyone was stunned, and then smiled bitterly, the girls now, I really can't guess it.

But then, the girl suddenly showed a narrow smile: "Uncle, what you said can't be your story, right?" ”

He didn't speak, just pointed outside, and the girl realized that at some point, the road had been cleared.

The car started again, and at a stop, the girl got out of the car, but halfway down, she suddenly stopped him.

"Uncle, look here."

When he turned around, he felt a cool, wet thing on his face, and he looked at it again after a while, only to find that the girl had run out of the car with a low voice.

"Now the little girl......"

A few passengers muttered sourly.

He touched his face and pursed his lips.

"The love of youth is like fire, hot and vigorous, burning fast but also extinguishing quickly, leaving a pile of embers, blown by the wind, and gone."

He whispered and honked his horn.

"Hey, new passengers remember to put in coins!" (To be continued.) )