When the red-clothed envoy heard this, he did not become angry, but with a calm smile on his face, he turned a jade ring on the ring finger of his right hand and looked at Wu Xiaobei.

Wu Xiaobei looked away expressionlessly, as cold as frost, obviously determined not to go.

"We've always been clear about the pudding," the red-clothed messenger said suddenly after a minute.

"Yes, without its help, I can't actually do anything," Wu Xiaobei cried with a sad face, pretending to be his grandson, "Although the fox stinks—ah, no—Uncle Fox, the master predicts that the person who will do the work is me, but obviously my ability is different from the actual situation, let's see if I can choose another person, ah, a more suitable person?" I'm handsome and very good at playing, it's just a coincidence. ”

"You want it to go alone?" The red-clothed envoy had a calm smile on his face that only people who have the overall situation in hand, and said jokes for a long time.

"Alas, that's not going to work," Wu Xiaobei hurriedly stretched out his hands and swung them vigorously, his movements seemed stiff and mechanical, and he said in a panic, "That kitten is not reliable, but there are so many high-tech gadgets, but without help, it will also achieve nothing." So, me, and it, neither of us can make it. The cat clan is not successful, why doesn't Uncle Fox find a fox clan to use? ”

"It may not work alone, but together it is the effect that 1+1 is greater than 2." The red-clothed envoy smiled calmly, "Your wisdom and action, coupled with Pudding's cleverness and future technology, you can do great things, in fact, you have already done a great thing, and you have recovered an eight-treasure glazed pill, and this matter is left to others, even if he is given one or two hundred years, he may not be able to do it." Even if it is by luck, this kind of fortune and fortune is not the second in the world. ”

"Do you know, when you talk about future civilization, I think of the imperial court you just said," Wu Xiaobei was a little unable to catch up, smiled and changed the topic, buying time for himself and said, "From your mouth, do you have a sense of disobedience?" The divine realm is higher than humans, but why is it still the imperial court? That form doesn't seem to be very advanced! ”

"Hmph, that's the imperial form," the red-clothed messenger said with a cat-and-mouse smile on his face, not in a hurry at all, "It's been in the universe for an unknown amount of time, it will evolve and won't die." And that's not what you're trying to say. ”

"That," Wu Xiaobei patted his head, but he still couldn't catch it, so he had to pause, followed the words of the red-clothed messenger, and continued, "What did you want to say just now?" What is the pudding about, is it a cross-cutting and high-tech thing? ”

"No, no, the smartest thing about this cat isn't here," the red-clothed messenger pulled back his hair and changed to a very ladylike sitting position, and continued, "Crossing is nothing, the most important thing is that it can come up with a way to make you reluctant to cross act according to its design, this is what I want to say." ”

Hearing this, Wu Xiaobei seemed to have lost his entire power mechanism, and he was paralyzed all of a sudden, and then, he jumped east and west, as if something was about to come out of his body, and it seemed that there were two things fighting in his body, his neck and arms twitched from time to time, and his eyes lost direction.

The red-clothed messenger was also taken aback, sat up, first glanced at Wu Xiaobei's stomach, and then asked Wu Xiaobei with concern what happened, what was unwell in his body, and if he wanted to help.

The red-clothed messenger deserved to come from hell, and what he said seemed to be able to call a soul, Wu Xiaobei's body shook very unnaturally, and immediately returned to his normal state, as if he had returned his soul, I saw this kid rubbing his neck while explaining: "It's nothing, it's nothing, when I concentrate on thinking about a problem, I will have this situation." Just let me make a joke of you, hehe, go ahead. ”

"Are you really okay?" The red-clothed envoy glanced at Wu Xiaobei's stomach again, and asked in disbelief, "If you have something, just say it, don't hold it hard, there will be problems." ”

Wu Xiaobei spread his hands and said, "I'm really fine, old habits, nothing at all." ”

"Ah, that's good, that's good," the red-robed messenger said half-incredulously, "so let's continue talking?" ”

"Keep talking, keep talking about big things," Wu Xiaobei laughed, "Don't be interrupted by small things." ”

"Recently, I have a fun film on hand, I think Wu Gongzi must be interested," the red-clothed messenger raised her eyebrows, and there was an extra remote control in her hand, only to see her click in the direction of the TV, and the originally static picture began to flow again.

Wu Xiaobei was worried that he couldn't find an excuse to change the topic, so he hurriedly clapped his hands to welcome.

What aired on TV was a black-and-white documentary (at least it looked), the characters, the street scenes, though quite filmed, looking like they were taken with a shoulder camera, or maybe someone's eyes, as before (undeniable). Judging from the street scene to the appearance and clothing of the pedestrians, the location is probably a country in the Middle East. The plot is very messy, and it takes a long time to see the meaning: a group of young people dressed in strange clothes, riding around in an open-top car.

"Is this plotless, expressionist?" Wu Xiaobei was obviously a little confused by the second monk, and couldn't help asking.

The red-clothed envoy smiled but did not answer, raised his slender hand, and motioned for Wu Xiaobei to continue watching.

At this moment, an owl somehow flapped its wings and flew straight into the room from the night, and the piece of glass it passed through was as if it didn't exist, without the slightest obstruction, Wu Xiaobei couldn't help but look sideways, and thought in his heart: This may be looking for this strange woman.

I didn't want the red-clothed messenger to frown slightly, so he didn't even look at the owl, and only stretched out his right index finger and flicked it out of thin air at the uninvited guest who flew diagonally into the room. The owl immediately turned into a line of fire, and with a snort, shot straight out of the same way, shooting far away before disappearing into the night.

"Wow, what a good trick, a snap of a finger?" Wu Xiaobei couldn't help but applaud, "You learned from Huang Yaoshi below, right?" ”

"Where, where," said the red-clothed messenger, regaining a sweet girlish smile, "it's just a little common sense in aerodynamics, and there are so many people who know how to play this little trick." ”

"I won't, why don't you teach me?" Wu Xiaobei said with a smile.

"Yes, as long as you agree to go," the red-clothed messenger smiled, "I can teach you anything, as part of the reward." ”

"Ah, I just said it casually, I didn't really want to learn," Wu Xiaobei realized that he had said something wrong, and he couldn't immediately say "today's weather hahaha", so he changed the topic indiscriminately, "I thought that owl was your person, why was it killed by you with a 'bang'?" It's a little scary to appear out of nowhere, but it's not a crime that leads to death, right? ”

"That's right, but the lifespan of low-level creatures is very short," the red-clothed envoy was a little unhappy when he saw Wu Xiaobei talking about him left and right, and jokingly said, "So what's the difference between dying two days early and dying two days later?" The owl wasn't even a passerby, let alone a pity. ”

"But that's a life after all," Wu Xiaobei continued, "In addition, because of its death, many rats can steal more food, and a series of reactions can be regarded as a small disaster." ”

"Wu Gongzi is really kind. All beings are equal, you always understand that the life of an owl is a life, but the life of a mouse is not? Save a life, win a seventh-level floating slaughter. Death one, exchange for life, hundreds, thousands, although it is not a human life, but it is also a great good deed with immeasurable merit," the red-clothed messenger was victorious, and he regained his calm in a moment, with a smile on his face, and played with Wu Xiaobei very patiently.

"I was actually thinking, you are here, and the owl suddenly broke in unexpectedly," Wu Xiaobei saw that he couldn't take the topic, so he immediately changed to other topics, buying time for his mind, and said, "The glass is obviously there, but it doesn't seem to exist, how is this possible?" ”

"Why can't I be here?" The red-clothed messenger conjured up a glass of red wine in his hand, took a sip, and smiled elegantly.

"You are a god, how can so many accidents happen in front of you?" Wu Xiaobei deliberately made a fuss and said, "These unconscious little things should run on its own track and not have accidents." ”

"That's just apotheosis, it's superstition in the crowd," the red-clothed messenger smiled and pointed to the TV, not wanting to continue to talk to Wu Xiaobei about useless things.

On TV, the group of troublemakers set fire to a car, grabbed a middle-aged man with an obscene appearance, brandished an iron rod and a long knife in his hand, and escorted the man through the street, shouting all the way.

The picture gives several close-ups of the middle-aged man's face, this guy looks overwhelmed, and the rest is nothing special.

Wu Xiaobei turned his head to look at the red-clothed messenger and asked what was so special about this man.

"There's nothing special about it, except for being a little dishonest, he hasn't committed any crimes," the red-clothed messenger shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "I have a wife and children at home, and I depend on him to support them." Just like the owl just now, it was a pure accident. ”

Wu Xiaobei didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the red-clothed messenger, so he had to continue watching TV, so as not to say too much and make too many mistakes.

A white-faced leader wearing a suit-bowler hat pulled out a pistol, said something, and then, without prompting, shot the middle-aged man in the head. The middle-aged man fell to the ground in response, his left thigh twitched twice, and he didn't move at all, and dark red blood poured out of his head.

The group of troublemakers cheered, and the nature of the whole incident immediately changed......