Who is not a fairy?

After another half hour, the Second Court arrived.

Modin told them on the road that the Second Hospital is the site of the God of Medicine, and the "boss" just now is the God of the Internet. Yan Feng, as the God of the Police, has already controlled the stray dogs, but there may be fish that slipped through the net, for safety's sake For the sake of safety, it is best to go to the Second Hospital.

The two of them had no objection, and the surgical technique of the Second Hospital was indeed the most exquisite in Liming City.

This is not destined to be a peaceful day. As soon as Modin stopped the small pickup, the three of them got out of the car, and saw the ambulance roaring to the front of the main hall, and the medical staff rushed to carry the person in. Modin glanced at it hastily, his face was very sad. nice.

He asked the two to hang around at the door of the emergency room and pay the registration fee by himself, but was stopped by He Xu: "My problem is not serious, don't take up other people's resources, let them show Ah Yu, I will go and register for a normal one." number will do.”

The surgical outpatient clinic was full of people, like rows of quick-frozen dumplings. He Xu should be the least injured among the people in the queue, but unfortunately he was in a terrible state, with a large black blood stain on his chest, arms, shoulders, arms and legs The legs were scratched by the dog's paws, and the shirt and trousers were hanging on her body in tatters. A kind old lady saw her and happened to call her number, and hurriedly waved to He Xu: "Ninny, come here ,come here!"

He Xu didn't refuse, he was really tired, so he sat down after thanking him.

Sitting down, he felt restless, remembering that Song Yu went to the emergency room to clean up the wound, the wound was wiped with gauze, and the wound would probably bleed again, don't burn the doctor's hand later...

Thinking so, he dialed Modin's phone.

Modin was outside the outpatient clinic, and it happened that it was Song Yu's turn, and He Xu hadn't had time to tell him what happened at that time, so he ignorantly and boldly patted his chest and assured: "It's okay, I know the doctor, I've been here before, technical It's alright, I won't hurt Brother Song."

He Xu sighed, and was about to get up and hide in the toilet to tell Modin, but Song Yu suddenly looked out the door: "Modin?"

"Hey, Brother Song, I'm here, what's the matter?"

Song Yu stretched out the hand that was bitten, and the doctor was wiping it with gauze dipped in hydrogen peroxide, and the rough action made him a little painful: "How is Mr. He?"

"Very good," he handed over the phone, "Why don't you tell him."

As soon as Song Yufu took the phone, he heard a voice coming from the voice box: "Ah Yu", the voice was filtered by the thousand yuan machine, and it seemed a little hoarse, but it made his ears itchy, and Song Yu's eyes flickered unnaturally After a moment, he asked softly, "Has anyone seen your wound? Are you okay?"

He Xu made a haha: "It's okay, it's fine, how about you? Your blood...is it serious?"

Song Yu looked at the wound that had stopped bleeding and dripped down again under the fiddle with the gauze: "It's okay."

His blood was the same as other human blood, dark red, dripping silently, without the arrogance just now, but Song Yu knew that he had read right just now: Who is he?What about the boiling blood?Blood seems to have its own consciousness, protecting him in critical moments?

He seems to have accidentally broken into a winding and complicated labyrinth, and the deeper it goes, the more mysterious it is.

Song Yu was brought back to his senses by the doctor's voice: "Fortunately, if it gets deeper, it will need stitches. Just to be on the safe side, you should get a vaccine. I'll give you a prescription. You can go to the infusion room to get it."

Moding is clever, Song Yu hasn't reacted yet, Moding has already packed up, holding the medical record card in one hand, and holding Song Yu in the other: "Brother Song, come with me."

After he finished the injection, he went to the surgery clinic to see that He Xu was still in line, sitting on a chair with his eyes closed.

The seat next to him was empty by three at some point, Song Yu sat down beside him lightly, and even hissed at Modin, looking at his wound by himself.

He Xu rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, and there were a few glaring claw marks on his white arm. The bleeding had stopped long ago, and a faint scab had already formed.

Song Yu didn't know what kind of mentality he was in, anyway, he had to look at all the wounds on his body, and he was relieved only after confirming with his own eyes that they were not serious. Tilting your head, then tilting it a little more, suddenly you heard the person above your head laughing.

He remained in this position for a few seconds, and then bloody jumped up from the base of his ear belatedly.

Song Yu opened his mouth and almost flicked his tongue: "I, I just want to see your injury..."

The voice became softer amidst He Xu's loud laughter.

It was Modin who came over and knocked on the backs of their chairs: "Master He, it's your turn."

He Xu has scared the shit out of Modin since he was a guy, and just after a fierce battle, Modin is convinced by him, and he piles up all the good words on him, while He Xu is shy. Received.

His injury was not serious, and he was vaccinated after disinfection. Seeing that the fast food was ready, Modin said he was going to buy some food for the two of them, but was stopped by He Xu.

He led the remaining two people to find a small, quiet corner. When they arrived, he was not in a hurry to talk. Instead, he went to touch the cigarette in his pocket, but he couldn't find the cigarette, but found a shiny and slippery fur ball.

Mao Qiu stared at him with wide eyes: "I'm injured, please stop smoking."

He Xu pretended he didn't hear it, and was really annoyed by it. He threw it into Song Yu's arms, and Song Yu caught it in a hurry. He Xu nodded his chin: "Keep an eye on it."

Then he took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and glanced sideways at Modin.

Seeing He Xu throwing a ball of air to Song Yu, Modin was curious as if scratching his head, but seeing He Xu's expression was uneasy, he didn't dare to speak rashly, and at this moment of hesitation, He Xu came to him first.

He said, "Modin, what friendship do we have?"

Modin glanced at him after hearing this, He Xu couldn't see his expression clearly with a half-smile, but his body was covered with blood, and there was an inexplicable ruthlessness, Modin shrank his neck, showing a flattering smile: "This Of course it's a fateful friendship, if there is no Master He, I probably would have been lying there long ago."

He Xu nodded after hearing this: "Since it's a fateful friendship, shouldn't you keep it from me?"

Modin was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "I didn't hide anything from you? There are some things I don't know, wait for the boss to come and ask him to tell you that he is rushing here now."

He Xu snorted and had a cigarette in his mouth. The laughter was indistinct. He patted Modin's shoulder with one hand, which made his legs weak for no reason. He took out his pocket with the other hand and put it in the In front of him: "You are too low-key. You saved my life and didn't say it. If it wasn't for my sharp nose, I would have missed it, Lao Mo. You still have to leave a name for doing good deeds these days."

Modin's eyes widened, obviously he didn't understand the situation, not only did Modin not understand, Song Yu and the coal ball spirit were also stunned.

The two of them looked at He Xu's half-smiling look before, and thought he was going to ask the teacher for a crime, but He Xu's style of painting changed suddenly, and the briquette spirit was caged in Song Yu's hands, thinking angrily: good to become Like a menopausal woman.

Modin stared at He Xu's hand stupidly. After looking at it for a while, he realized that there were some transparent fragments in his palm: "This...isn't my thing?"

He Xu laughed: "Whose is this not yours? Smell and see."

Modin sniffled, and Song Yu saw his expression change from bewildered to unbelievable: "This is... the smell of fried eel noodles with shrimp?!"

Although Song Yu was taken in by the "Flying Bird Club", what he knew was extremely limited. After hearing this, he looked at Modin in shock, but Modin was obviously more surprised than him. His face was half surprised and half happy: "This, this Is it really mine? This is indeed the taste of my noodles with shrimp and eel... But I have never made this thing... Master He, where did you get it?"

He Xu briefly recounted the scene at that time. Modin was overjoyed and laughed until his eyes disappeared: "Then I am really developed! I was not convinced when I met other gods at that time. Look at Song Ge I can only burn my noodles, I don’t have any force value at all, but now, I won’t be afraid of those stinking 'God Slayers' when they come again!"

He Xu didn't answer, and glanced at Song Yu, their eyes met, neither of them had any joy on their faces.

Judging by Modin's appearance, he really doesn't know about this barrier at all.

God relies on faith, and the power he gains also serves believers: people who go to "Laifu Noodle Restaurant" hope that the noodles will become more and more delicious, instead of beating each other face to face, and fighting with each other.

There are two explanations for this power: one is the potential power, which is stimulated at the moment of life and death; the other is that it has mutated.

For some unknown reason, it was forced to change.

This is really not a good guess. He Xu wringed out the cigarette that was almost burning to his fingers, and was about to hit Modin when Modin's cell phone rang suddenly. He answered the call, although the person on the other end couldn't see him, He still nodded very attentively.

After hanging up the phone, he said to the two, "The boss is here."

Boss, God of the Internet.

Now is the Internet age, he deserves to be the boss.

He Xu had already guessed that the person would not be too old, but he didn't expect to be so young. He had a fat baby face and was wearing a black hoodie. He smiled when he saw them, and was a little shy.

Modin looked like he could be his uncle, but he called "Boss" very smoothly: "Boss, thank you for your hard work. Let me introduce you, this is He Xu, Mr. He. Mr. He, this is our boss. Chen Yangcheng."

He Xu stretched out his hand to him first: "Mr. Chen, hello."

"Hello," Chen Yangcheng obviously came here in a hurry, with sweat still on his forehead, "I heard from Tiangan that this time, thanks to Mr. He's presence, Tiangan was able to escape. Thank you."

He Xu shook his head and said very politely: "We are all a family, as it should be."

Chen Yangcheng, who understood what he meant, smiled even brighter. He lowered his head and glanced at his watch: "Has Mr. He eaten yet? 'Flying Bird' is going to have an urgent meeting, and we will have a light meal by the way. If you don't mind, please come with us." Together."

He Xu naturally agreed.

Chen Yangcheng seems to be a standard nerd, but he came here by subway. They decided to take Modin's pickup truck. When Modin went to drive, he secretly said to He Xu: "Boss should value you a lot, not everyone can see him." , You have to be a god above the district level."

He Xu listened, but smiled calmly.

The Second Academy was only a quarter of an hour away from the base, and Chen Yangcheng didn't want to spend this time working, so he turned to chat with He Xu.

He Xu had asked him about the Modin shards as soon as he got in the car, but Chen Yangcheng obviously didn't know, so he could only go back and check.

He Xu asked him some details about "God Slayer", which was not much different from what Modin said.At the end of the chat, the two inevitably turned to "Tinder".

Chen Yangcheng said: "Many ancient gods have fallen, such as 'Rain God', 'Vulcan God', 'Sun God', etc. The unknown power was replaced by known science and lost believers, but the last ancient god As he died, he told a secret to the rising modern gods."

He Xu raised his eyebrows.

Chen Yangcheng subconsciously lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something: "That is 'fire seed', which is transliterated as 'Flamon'. 'Fire seed' is an abstract term, and its real name is 'Seed of Desire' ', is the source of all desires in human society. All evils originate from it, and all good things end because of it.”

"It is the seed of the gods, it is the father of the gods, it is... the king of the gods."