[Comprehensive] Butterfly

Lan Shan got out of the elevator stealthily, walking on tiptoe like a thief on the thick and soft carpet in the hotel corridor.

Along the road facing the corridor walls, the decorative picture frames are hung in various details to organize their appearance.

While frantically cursing in his heart that Boss Jin, who was full of sincerity one second to poach someone, and then cruelly and unreasonably threw him out to face the blue-winged big devil the next second.

While desperately comforting himself - look, he has always been such an obedient, quiet and beautiful young man, "vegetarian" all the year round, today is just a rare opportunity, and "adults" allow it, so he is a little out of character, little It's a good thing for Xiaodi to have a dick, he can feel his monster power jumping for joy at this moment, as long as he digests it, his cultivation base will definitely improve a lot.So... you shouldn't be scolded...

Well, this kind of unrealistic self-comfort is meaningless, and Lan Fan himself doesn't believe it.

Based on his understanding of Lan Yi, this "education of love" is as inevitable as a catastrophe.

Broken cans.

The blue fan pushed the door open and entered the suite.

I made complete mental preparations, but as a result, there was no one in the luxurious and spacious living room.

Lan Fan was stunned for half a second, and immediately remembered the pile of work that Boss Jin threw to Lan Yi in the morning, feeling a little lucky in his heart, maybe that guy was buried in his work and had no time to talk to him.

In this case, if he turns out to be a good boy, then he will be cute again, and if he is great, he will buy a body or something, fight at the head of the bed and fight at the end of the bed, this matter can be changed...

The "beautiful future" that Lan Fan imagined in an instant can only be a good future.

Just as he was tiptoeing and trying to run to the bathroom, the door of the upstairs study opened.

Lan Fan shuddered all over and raised his head cautiously.

Sure enough, his dog was standing on the railing on the second floor, with its arms folded, its face cold, and it was staring at him from above, its eyes glowing coldly, and its back was emitting black air.

The big devil changed his face.

Knew it would be like this.

Lan Fan hangs his head down, waiting to be criticized.

However, the expected torrential rain did not happen, Lan Yi raised his hand silently throughout the whole process, grabbed the blue fan to the second floor, grabbed the collar at the back of his neck, stuffed it directly into what seemed to be a yoga room, and threw it inside.

The blue fan was thrown and rolled on the ground twice before getting up.

The door has been closed, not only that, but there is also a protective array set up by Lan Yi outside.

The blue fan was in a daze for a minute, did this mean to let him digest it immediately, and settle the score after the autumn after the digestion?

Hey hey hey——

Lan Fan licked his lips.

Sure enough, they are a couple, and they should think about him first when they are obviously going to explode.

The blue fan happily began to digest the flesh and blood and killing intent from the killer.

Since it is a creation of heaven and earth, it must be extraordinary.

After all, they are human beings, no matter how peak they are, their strength is mediocre, but this stock is purely rare, too rare, and the blue fan only gnawed off about one-third of the killing intent and sporadic flesh and blood, and felt that it had benefited a lot.

It is simply a high-quality supplement sample.

Lan Fan's so-called "digestion" is of course not a fast food that is full and full.

Slayers, as the name suggests, walk in the world and maintain order by means of killing.Regardless of Tom's young age, since he is such a killing machine, there are more than tens of thousands of dead souls under his hands.

It's just that the kid doesn't know how to use it, he can only crudely integrate the fear and resentment of those souls who died at his hands into his killing intent, making the manifested sea of ​​blood more deterrent.

The familiar demon released by the blue fan had a full meal, absorbing more than one-third of all kinds of dead souls from the sea of ​​blood.

The level is a bit low, the advantage is that it was picked up for nothing, and it is still easy to use after refining.

The flesh and blood and killing spirit of the bloodthirsty man, the broken memory and paranoid resentment of those dead souls, were all absorbed by the blue fan, swallowed instinctively, nourishing and increasing his demon power, and I don’t know whether it should be called a demon pill or a magic pill in the body. Spinning with enjoyment, all the newly captured dead souls were involved, and the fuchsia totem phantom hung above the head of the blue fan.

I do not know how long it has been.

Suddenly, two huge butterfly wings spread out, and countless new familiars, whose memories and emotions had been washed away, rushed out from the "eyes" on the butterfly wings, circling and hissing around the blue fan.

Excluding the difference in appearance and sound, it actually looks like loyal and warlike hounds acting like a baby to their masters.

Lan Fan opened his eyes, but there was no totem emerging from the gloomy blue pupils.

Shaking the butterfly wings, a large amount of beautiful phosphor powder shimmering with fine blue light sprinkled down.

The newborn familiars started to grab food like a group of little milk dogs from unfamiliar to ferocious.

Lan Fan looked at these newly harvested "babies" with satisfaction, and when they were full, the "eyes" on the butterfly wings flashed, and the little ones rushed back obediently, very tame.

Who doesn't want to be a strong man.

After the knot was untied, Lan Fan was still very satisfied with his talent.

Having a conscience and a white lotus are two different things.

He is not hypocritical.

So what about the heaven-defying product!

The Heavenly Tribulation was so ruthless, but it was not enough to kill him.

He is alive, and he will continue to live well, with his devil.

Speaking of this, what time is it now? Is his devil still alive? His anger is gone.

(The painting style has changed too quickly, hey!)

Even now that they have become a young couple who can shine at any time, Lan Yi has changed from a former dictatorial devil to a "husband slave" little loyal dog, and the prestige of more than 800 years is still the same.

Lan Fan did some self-reflection.

Fighting with people, sex and so on are trivial things, but it is the point that you have to suffer unnecessary injuries in order to pursue a sour, cool and handsome feeling, which can be avoided.

Not to be taught a lesson by Blue Wing, who is like that insomniac who's been waiting for the other boot to drop.

Lan Yi thought about it, but it's a pity that he is being grabbed by Boss Jin, or coerced and tempted to work, and there is no time to throw his boots.

But at the moment, Lan Yi, who was in an extremely unhappy mood, was being busy with something under the pressure of Boss Jin, and was invited to visit a private art gallery.

If a private person has not reached a certain level of status, he is not even qualified to hear about it, and even if he has reached a certain level, if he is not accepted by a certain small circle, then he will not even be able to touch the threshold.

It can be seen how tough the master's status and family background are.

Ran and egg.

This kind of treatment enough to flatter countless "big shots" only made Lan Yi feel troubled and impatient.

All her thoughts were on Lan Shan's body in the process of recuperating and digesting food, and Lan Yi's expression was naturally that of an iceberg paralyzed elite face that was trying to calm down.

On the contrary, this made the old museum owner who had already retired behind the scenes but still had unparalleled influence have a good impression of him.

Boss Jin's social network is complex and huge.

This unassuming old curator is one of them.

It's not that smart people can't be "friends" with Boss Jin. Although Boss Jin's style is still low-key, it's just a little bit high-key in order to support the younger generation.

This is enough for these mature guys to come up with a lot of things.

In fact, after casting the net, Boss Jin only ran here twice, and each time he seemed to be here only by invitation, for routine communication.

The old curator still insisted on inviting him.

When people are old, especially those with his background experience, they will know many things that young people don't know.

Inviting people to come, first, to see this "Master Blue" who has been popular in a certain range recently.The other is to explore the appetite and bottom line with Boss Jin.

Although there have been many unhappiness in history that cannot be forgotten, the people of this country and the people of the country they live in have a lot in common, for example, the art of speaking in a roundabout way.

It just so happened that after Lan Fan finished digesting, the happy mood from Lingxi Perry made Lan Yi relax a lot.

Appreciating the precious art collections of the old curator also gave me a little more patience.

The longer you live and the more you see, the sharper your vision becomes.

This old man is indeed amazing, his collection is full of authentic items, and what is even more rare is that among the huge collection, none of them have "problems", and all of them are extremely "clean".

This made Lan Yi look at the old man with interest when he sat down to enjoy his afternoon tea.

The old man found out, not only didn't mind, but also asked with great interest: "I know that there is a magical number technique in the East, you can tell the whole life of a person from the lines of his face and palm, and even his complexion. Would you like to show me this kind of magic, young man?"

Lan Yi glanced at Boss Jin.

Get a positive wink.

So he said: "You are a wise man. If your habits and character remain the same, you will enjoy an extraordinary life and health. Unfortunately, your son is not so lucky. He will die soon. But fortunately, you have a grandson with strong fortune, so you don't have to worry about having no successor."

Kuang————

It was the first time in his life that the old housekeeper who had been serving the master and distinguished guests in the room like an invisible man made a mistake at work and smashed the tea tray tremblingly.

"Master—" the old butler's voice changed.

The old curator's face didn't look any better.

Everyone knows that this old man has never been married and has never had any scandals in the past few decades. He can be called a typical person who keeps himself clean.

There were also many jealous people who maliciously slandered him behind his back because he was actually incompetent.

Only the old curator and his loyal old housekeeper know that he actually once had a lover who fell in love with each other but lost each other in the troubled times.

The long search almost made him despair.

The old curator never expected that it was just a simple curiosity and temptation, and he was so unsuspectingly overwhelmed by the huge surprise and panic.

"Please. ※※※Please tell me, no matter what the price is, please tell me where they are?" The old curator's lips trembled, trying to control his emotions.

What he could see, Jin Boss would not be able to see. He knew what Boss Jin was up to, so Lan Wing could only cooperate.

After mixing in human society for a long time, Lan Yi will also learn to be clumsy.

"I need your blood, so that I can calculate the location of your bloodline." Lan Yi said blankly.

The two old men on the opposite side believed it.

The old curator took the knife from the old butler without hesitation, cut his finger, and dripped blood on a decent "magic weapon" temporarily transformed by the blue fan.

A little bit of illusion was used to make an artistic effect.

Seeing that the two old men were even more convinced.

"They're all around you, very close." Lan Yi had enough of being mysterious, "Have any of the employees in or near your house suddenly resigned recently?"

"Mike?!" The old curator and the old butler shouted together, and at the same time jumped up vigorously that didn't match their age.

"How could I not recognize, those eyes, that hair, oh, my grandson was right in front of me, worked for me for five years and I didn't recognize him, God! How stupid of me !"

The old curator was already incoherent, and he had no intention of discussing anything else.

As long as Chong Lanyi did him such a big favor, he doesn't care about anyone else's request!

It was so easy and simple, Boss Jin not only solved a hard idea that might hinder him, but also gained an extremely precious favor.

Thinking that he had been used up, Lan Yi strongly demanded to get off work.

Boss Jin rubbed his chin, "I know you are worried about your little lover, but young man, you are right to listen to your senior, calm down and calm down, that is your lover, and should stand by your side, instead of being treated as ignorant by you The child is pressed on the leg and spanked. The lesson can only briefly make him honest and move him, so that he can learn self-discipline with guilt."

Lan Yi felt that it really made sense, but his memory was not like that of a goldfish.

Such emotionally intelligent words, said from the bloody idiot Boss Jin who bumped into the wall on the way to chase his wife, why did he feel so unwilling.