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"That's not right! Now is not the time to discuss scum or not! ”

Fang Wuwei shook his head vigorously and looked at Zong Zheng Si Chen with a hint of vigilance:

"Who the hell are you?!"

Being interrupted by Fang Wuwei like this, Wu Meng also came back to his senses, only then did he realize that he was still pulling Fang Wuwei's sleeve, and immediately withdrew his little hand, biting his lip and turning his head sideways to stop looking at Fang Wuwei. It's just that her eyes are flickering, and she doesn't know what she is thinking.

Zong Zheng Si Chen looked at Fang Wuwei suspiciously, pointed his finger at himself and said:

"Me? I'm the Zong Zheng Si Chen. ”

"Of course I know you're Zongzheng Si Chen!"

Fang Wuwei stood up from his chair and looked at Zong Zheng Si Chen who was standing at the door with vigilance, his tone was not good.

"The katana in the girl's hand just now, why did that knife suddenly disappear? Also, you can actually see Boss Shangguan! Surely this is not something that ordinary people can do, right? Who the hell are you?! ”

Zong Zheng Si Chen was slightly stunned, as if he didn't react that Fang Wuwei would actually ask such a question. After thinking for a while, Zong Zheng Si Chen asked tentatively:

"Aren't you surnamed Fang?"

At this moment, Fang Wuwei was stunned. This Zongzheng Si Chen was able to know Shangguan Aolin, perhaps because he had seen it on TV. But now he seems to know himself, which is strange.

Seeing Fang Wuwei's appearance, Zongzheng Si Chen frowned slightly, then pointed to the people at the dinner table with his finger, and said one by one:

"This is Zheng Koumao, this is Chu Chegan, this is Wu Meng, this is Shangguan Aolin, and this is Xiluoya."

Finally, Zong Zheng Si Chen pointed to Fang Wuwei who was standing at the dinner table, and said seriously:

"If what I said is correct, then you must be Fang Wu. After all, it is impossible for people in this world to look so similar, who can gather at the same table to eat and eat so happily. ”

It wasn't until Zong Zheng Si Chen's words were finished that Fang Wuwei reacted from his momentary shock, and looked at Zong Zheng Si Chen with deep hostility in his eyes.

"You... Who the hell is it? ”

Fang Wuwei has met four weirdos who know him so far, one is Wang Junkai, one is an "imposter Chu Chegan", one is a "young Xiao Lian", and there is a "hidden Taoist" who looks exactly like himself. Of these four people, two are friends and two are enemies, and the good and bad are mixed. Now this Zongzheng Si Chen is also a strange person who knows himself, but whether he is an enemy or a friend, he can't tell clearly. What's more. The weirdos before were all in a "different world". The current Zongzheng Si Chen is really standing on the earth, if it is an enemy, it is simply unimaginable.

Seeing Fang Wuwei's appearance, Zong Zheng Si Chen sighed helplessly, as if he had encountered something extremely troublesome. Then he dragged a chair from his side, looked at Fang Wuwei lazily and said:

"It's a nuisance. Can you let me sit down for a moment? ”

With doubts and uneasiness, Fang Wuwei frowned and watched Zong Zheng Si Chen slump on the chair like a dead fish. Everyone at the dinner table also looked at the boy who looked like a high school student, revealing a curious look.

Zongzheng Si Chen, who was lazily leaning on the back of the chair, saw that everyone's eyes had already been watched, so he gently raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

"Smack!"

As Zong Zheng Si Chen's fingers intersected, a crisp sound sounded in everyone's ears. In an instant, the entire richly decorated dining room was like a cabin falling from a high altitude, and an indescribable feeling of weightlessness came from the depths of everyone's mind.

Fang Wuwei only felt that the entire room was constantly falling, as if he was about to break away from gravity and float into the air in the next second. A feeling of a heart pause, a stump above the throat, constantly stimulating the brain. Affected by this feeling, Fang Wuwei subconsciously clung to the window frame beside him, and looked at Zong Zheng Si Chen, who was sitting motionless in the chair, with a frightened expression.

Then there is darkness.

It was as if the light had been stripped away in an instant, everything disappeared from view, and I could feel the cold walls around me, and I could hear the slight screams of others, but I couldn't see everything, only the endless darkness, and the uncomfortable feeling of weightlessness.

Luckily, all these sensory changes didn't last long, just a few seconds, and before they could react, everything was back to the way it was. But these short seconds shocked Fang Wuwei's heart deeply.

"You did."

Fang Wuwei, who came back to his senses, took two steps forward and asked towards Zong Zheng Si Chen. It's just that Fang Wuwei, who had just spoken, suddenly noticed something different from the original, and the two words behind it, like an anchor sinking into the sea, gradually disappeared.

"Whew... Is it? ”

A young man in a gorgeous red robe sat quietly on the chair where the Sect Chief Priest was sitting in the morning.

On the bun of the ancient scholars, strands of thin red silk are wrapped around and tied it tightly. Under the smooth forehead, the eyes around the closed eyes are dyed crimson. Two red eyeliners, connected to the sideburns, are unusual but not weird. The boy's lips seemed to be smeared with thick bright red cinnabar, so red that it seemed to ooze blood, slightly upturned, giving people a feeling of smiling all the time.

And under that gorgeous red robe, there is a white robe. The white clothes, which are whiter than the snow in the world, exude a faint halo, and you can feel the extraordinary in it at a glance. Wisps of red silk hovered around him, as if they had a life, they kept approaching him, and then happily made a turn and bypassed.

Everyone sitting at the dinner table was stunned by the young man in red, and for some reason, a strange sense of surrender rose from the bottom of their hearts. It's as if you're about to kneel on the ground and bow to it a few times, otherwise you won't be able to calm down your inner surrender.

At this time, Fang Wuwei suddenly felt that his hand was touched by something, and he was slightly itchy. Looking at his left hand in surprise, a looming red thread wrapped around his wrist. One end of the red silk was gently rubbing herself, and the other end was towards Wu Meng. But it disappears into thin air, as if attracted to a black hole.

Holding his hand in disbelief, Fang Wuwei staggered back two steps and looked at the few people around him in surprise.

I saw Shangguan Aolin looking at his left hand with a confused expression. On his left hand was a red rope thicker than his arm, and the red rope was attached to Siloya's hand, who was sitting beside him. Xi Luoya also looked at his right hand with a confused expression, and then looked at Shangguan Aolin beside him, and his face instantly turned red.

As for Zheng Koumao, it was an ordinary red line, but this red line, like Fang Wuwei's, stopped abruptly in the middle and disappeared into the air. And at this moment, Chu Chegan, who was originally dining together, disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared. Zheng Koumao just looked at the red thread on his hand in a daze, and didn't react at all.

With his back to Fang Wuwei, Wu Meng, who was sitting on the chair, looked at the red line on his right hand, and then looked at Fang Wuwei, and the whole person was stunned for an instant. Then with a slight tremble, he used his left hand to hold down the red line on his right hand tightly to prevent others from seeing. Of course, this also includes Fang Wuwei.

"What the hell did you do?!"

"What is this young master in his hand?!"

Fang Wuwei and Shangguan Aolin raised their left hands and loudly questioned Hongyi sitting on the chair.

As if hearing the voices of the two, Zong Zheng Si Chen, who was sitting on the chair and turned into a young man in red, slowly opened his eyes. There is nothing to the eyes to behold, nothing special brilliance, only endless languidness and disdain.

Zong Zheng Si Chen cocked Erlang's legs and leaned lazily back on the back of the chair again. Gently shaking his fingers, playing with the red threads, he said slowly:

"As you have seen. I am the god of love, or rather. Joking? ”

Fang Wuwei and Shangguan Aolin looked at each other, looked at Zong Zheng Si Chen with a bewildered expression, and made the following sounds.

"Huh?!" x2 (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.