One Hundred Ways to Become a God

The small rental house that He Yan lives in is not much more spacious than the narrow corridor. In a small room, a single bed takes up a quarter of the area, plus a desk and a wardrobe. Not much room left to set foot on.

The room was dilapidated and cramped, with a visual height of no more than [-] meters. When the man stood up, he always gave people a terrifying illusion that he was about to reach the ceiling.

Fortunately, he is bent over most of the time.

Clothes, books and the like that were shaky on the ground were picked up one by one by him and placed in their proper positions, and the whole room became tidier little by little with his movements.

He Yan was sitting on the bed, casually typing on Han Ziyu's original notebook that had not been completely killed after being knocked down. Lines of code kept pouring out of the screen with his fingertips tapping, but his attention was obviously not on it. Concentrate on them, and glance at the busy figure of the man from time to time.

The man had probably never done such work as tidying up a room before, so his movements were a little slow.

For the convenience of movement, the dignified black suit jacket on the man's body has been taken off and casually draped over the back of the chair. What is left on his body now is only a thin white shirt that can't hide any real content at all.

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, exposing his pale but muscular forearms. In addition, the muscles of other parts of the upper body, such as the bulging pectoral muscles and tight back muscles, followed his constant movements. , vaguely outlined by the thin shirt.

"..." He Yan looked away from the man's back, scanned the code just now, and found that he had even made a mistake in the most basic structure.

How did things get here?

It is actually very simple to say.

After sorting out Xuan Qi's thoughts, the anger in his heart has almost disappeared, let alone Xuan Qi looked at him pitifully as soon as he met—although he was probably the only one in the whole world who could stand in front of a man. Zhang Bingshan saw the words "poor" on his cold face - naturally he couldn't bear to drive the man away with a dark face, so he had to acquiesce that he didn't drive him out when the man followed him into the door.

In the end, Xuan Qi's concealment of his identity was only due to a misunderstanding. It is estimated that this person was still feeling uneasy because he "forced" him unconsciously. If he was violent again, he would probably hide alone. Suffering silently.

But asking him to "forgive" the man first is not realistic.

After all, objectively speaking, he is now a "victim", so how can he take the initiative to forgive the perpetrator?

At least, he has to wait until the man takes the initiative to apologize to him before he can forgive the man along the steps.

Seeing the messy room, before He Yan could speak, the man took off his coat and started working.

The room was too small, if two people were squeezed under it, they would bump into each other when they turned around, and they couldn't move at all, so He Yan climbed directly onto the bed, typed the code perfunctorily, and watched the man work.

Although there were not many things in total, in order to prolong the time spent with the young man, Xuan Qi moved very slowly, did not use any spells, and dawdled for more than an hour before tidying up all the fragments scattered all over the floor.

Although before this, he had never had the experience of cleaning up a room for others, but because during the time when his wisp of consciousness was entangled with the young man, he had some impressions of the original appearance of the room, so he was able to clean it in an orderly manner. Put everything where it belongs.

After putting everything in order, he used a few cleaning spells, and finally the whole room looked brand new, looking much cleaner than before.

In the process of tidying up the room, he naturally couldn't feel the young man's sizing up from time to time. Every time the young man's eyes swept over him lightly, he wanted to step over to the young man directly, hug him into his arms, and talk to him Doing what he had done countless times in those two days and nights, using his own consciousness to "bully" him severely, making him show an even cuter expression than before.

... Just thinking about it like this, he couldn't help his throat tightening. If he hadn't used his cultivation to forcefully suppress the restlessness in his body, he would have made a fool of himself in front of the young man by now.

Whether it is the dual cultivation of spiritual consciousness or the entanglement between the body, doing it with the main body must be a hundred times happier than before.

It's just that the young man's ability to let him in today was beyond his expectation. If he showed other intentions, even this hard-won treatment might be withdrawn.

Therefore, even though his heart was almost filled with longing for youth, he still didn't dare to let himself go. He could only do what he was supposed to do silently under the scrutiny of the youth in pain and sweetness.

After confirming that the entire room was complete, the man glanced at the time, stood there for a while, hesitated, walked slowly to the bed, and looked down at the young man who was huddled on the bed, looking very small, and spent his entire life Asked in the softest voice ever used, "Going to eat?"

After tossing and tossing for so long, it is now half past six, and it is time to eat dinner. The body of a mortal is very delicate, not to mention that the physical fitness of a young man is not considered good among mortals. It will be easy to feel uncomfortable if you don't eat.

He Yan slowly moved his eyes away from the computer screen full of codes, raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly, and said in a tone of no emotion, "No."

You haven't reconciled yet, so you want to have dinner together?

He Yan felt a little funny.

The man is planning to pretend to be an ostrich all the time, without mentioning the previous incident?

He had clearly made up his mind, as long as the man made a statement, he would forgive the man, and then reconcile logically. Unexpectedly, the man was so cowardly that he didn't even dare to pass him a step, which made him feel quite helpless.

The man was silent for a long time before he said, "I'll go buy some."

With that said, he turned around and left the small rental house, and within 10 minutes, he pushed the door back in with a bag of steaming meals.

The dinner brought back by the man was very sumptuous. There were six lunch boxes in total, and the man opened five of them one by one and put them on the desk, which almost filled up the small desk. Tempting his taste buds.

I don't know how the man chose it. The few dishes he brought back are all his favorites.

There was no reason not to eat the dinner that was delivered to the door, not to mention that after smelling the aroma of the food, he was indeed hooked with a hint of greed.

They are all people who have been together for several lifetimes. He Yan has no such idea of ​​"be reserved when eating in front of the partner". He took the chopsticks handed over by the man and ate them until he was [-]% full. In order to avoid eating too much After many nights, my stomach felt uncomfortable, so I put down my chopsticks.

Because the amount of food was too large, even though He Yan thought he had already eaten a lot, there was still more than half of it left in the end.

Seeing that he was no longer eating, the man silently took out a small bowl of shrimp and egg drop soup from the only unopened lunch box at the side, and gently pushed it in front of him.

"..." He Yan had no choice but to drink another bowl of soup, from eighty percent full to a little full.

When he finished the dinner completely, went to the bathroom to wash his mouth and came back, he saw the man's tall body squeezed into his small chair, and his long legs were aggrieved because they could not be squeezed under the low desk. He said, with no expression on his face, he stuffed the unfinished meal into his mouth with the chopsticks he had used.

Seeing He Yan coming out of the bathroom, the man paused with his hand holding the chopsticks, and turned his eyes slightly, almost obediently meeting his gaze, until He Yan looked away before continuing to move his hands.Maybe non-human stomachs are bottomless pits, the man only spent less than half of He Yan's meal time, and he finished the rest of the meal without changing his face.

He Yan: "..."

After this dinner was completely finished and all the wreckage on the table was packed up by the man and thrown into the trash can, the sky outside the window had already started to darken. The lights also came on in twos and threes.

Because he ate too much for dinner, He Yan decided to go out to digest food, and use the money left over from buying formation materials to buy some other things.

Bringing his mobile phone and wallet, He Yan went out with his old schoolbag on his back.

The man followed him silently like a spirit behind him.

Perhaps such a poor student who is full of street goods all over his body and a man in a suit and leather shoes exuding the atmosphere of a successful man is really strange. Along the way, the two of them often received scrutiny from passers-by .

He Yan didn't care, he had experienced the baptism of even more excessive eyes, and he didn't even feel the scrutiny that could not be called malicious.

On the contrary, the man with a cold face seemed a little concerned about these gazes, and moved his fingertips to form a small barrier around the two of them. Although passers-by could still see their existence, they didn't seem to feel the strangeness on them. It was normal, and no one cast a strange look.

He Yan planned to go to the nearest mall to buy a new mobile phone and computer. Han Ziyu’s mobile phone and laptop were bought second-hand. They were obsolete old models. After using them for nearly a year, the lagging has become very obvious. , especially the computer that was dropped once, is almost dying now, even the slightly larger software can't be pulled up at all.

The area where his rental house is located is considered to be a relatively fringe area of ​​the city. After a few years of rectification of the city center, since last year, the upper management finally decided to carry out a large-scale renovation of this last area. rectification.

The first step in rectification is to demolish the houses. There are many old houses and illegal buildings in this area, including the rental houses that He Yanzheng lives in. All of them will be demolished by next summer at the latest.

But He Yan didn't plan to live in that small rental house for a long time, so he wasn't very worried about it.

On the way to the shopping mall, there were quite a few houses that were half demolished. It happened that the street lights on a section of the road were broken, and the lights were very dim. The broken walls and ruins look very eerie, almost the best place for a ghost story to start.

If a less timid person came here, they would probably be too scared to walk.

But He Yan was not afraid of ghosts, let alone a big boss from the underworld, so there was nothing to worry about.

But soon, He Yan realized that it was too early for him to feel relieved.

In the middle of the night, in addition to ghosts, there may be other hidden existences.

Approaching the intersection of a dark alley, He Yan heard a slight groan thanks to his five senses that became sharper with the improvement of mental power.

At first he thought it was someone who had some accident in the alley, but then, the voice came out again intermittently, but this time it was a little louder, so he could clearly hear that there was an ambiguous ending in the voice , There was even a short scream from behind.

He Yan: "..."

He is not someone who has never experienced it, and he will naturally understand it after hearing the next few sounds.

This is someone seeking excitement and "doing business" in the alley in the dark.

If he encountered this kind of thing by himself, it would be fine, just pretend he didn't know and leave as soon as possible after being embarrassed.It's just that now behind him is a man who has thoughts about him. When this happens, the atmosphere will inevitably become a little awkward.

Facing the eyes that seemed to be getting hotter and hotter behind him, He Yan didn't stop walking, and walked quickly through the alley, but the road didn't know what was going on, not only was it long, but all the street lights on the road seemed to be The bad thing is that I have been walking for 5 minutes without encountering a normal glowing street lamp, but the full moon, which was only half exposed, all poked its head out from the clouds, and the cold moonlight sprinkled between the sky and the earth like flowing water. , adding a touch of inexplicable coolness to this early summer night.

As he walked, He Yan looked at the blurred reflection on the ground illuminated by the moonlight, and finally felt something was wrong. When he turned his head, he met the gaze of the man behind him looking straight at him. In the dark night, he looked like a bird. Finally showing its claws and claws like a ferocious beast, bright and frightening.

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