Interstellar Legend: King of Giants

"Four twenty in the morning." Holding the man's arm, Bai Zijia, who suddenly appeared, smiled and pushed Li Junnian, who was still staring in a daze with big eyes, onto the transparent glass wall next to the passage. Planets turned into firefly-sized dotted among them.

The pain caused by the slight impact from the back made Li Junnian tremble slightly, and the body wrapped in the coat instinctively flinched, both mentally and physically were in an extremely exhausted state.

Scattered hair soaked in sweat stuck to his smooth forehead, his wide-eyed eyes inadvertently showed a bit of dullness caused by fatigue, and his two small fists were clenched tightly in front of his chest to block Bai Zijia, like a A cat that has been bullied by people looks pitiful.

Looking the man up and down, Bai Zijia curled his lips, like a cynical nobleman, no, he was a cynical real nobleman.

"Meet you again, cat." Bai Zijia smiled, and the faint smell of alcohol from his body mixed with the smell of cold air, like a glass of cold spirits.

This guy must have just come out of a certain party. Li Junnian just wants to go back and take a good hot bath, then lie down on the big soft bed, close his eyes and have a good sleep. He is really tired, so tired I don't want to refute the inexplicable title of "cat".

Raising his eyebrows and tilting his head, Li Junnian put his hands on Bai Zijia's chest, and gently pushed the distance between them: "I don't mind sitting down with you to chat and drink, but Now I just close my eyes and fall asleep instantly, so good night."

Right now, he really didn't have the time to think about why Bai Zijia appeared here, nor did he care about this issue.

After saying a word, he was about to turn around and leave. Li Junnian just took a step when he was stopped by Bai Zijia. He looked at the other party suspiciously, and Bai Zijia was also looking at him, and then said something that made Li Junnian's brain unable to turn around. if.

"There is no shortage of men like you around Feng Qiyun."

Li Junnian, who was already very tired, blinked blankly. Is there any cause and effect for this sentence?

Pausing for a while, Bai Zijia seemed to hesitate for a long time before finally speaking: "A double is always a double, and a shadow can never replace a real person."

"What are you talking about?" Seemingly understanding, but not sure if what Bai Zijia said was what he thought, Li Junnian frowned, obviously impatient.

"What happened to your clothes?"

Like a robot whose battery is about to run out, all functions have become dull. Before Li Junnian could react, he saw Bai Zijia pulling his coat collar to take it off after he finished speaking.

"What are you doing?!" A little annoyed, Li Junnian pushed Bai Zijia away, and hurriedly put on his clothes. When he came out, he checked that his back was smooth and normal, and there was nothing suspicious about it. The wings were torn.

"Who did it?" Li Junnian was annoyed, and Bai Zijia's tone became cold.

In the middle of the night, a distraught man was dripping with sweat, and his clothes looked like they had been torn to pieces.

Facts and imaginations are like two separate sports cars, running at full speed and farther and farther, leaving two lines on the ground that never meet.

"Crazy, I'm going back to sleep."

Unceremoniously gave Bai Zijia a big roll of the eyes, and tugged at the collar of his clothes, Li Junnian strode away from Bai Zijia coldly and slightly.

On the outside, he looks like he has been bullied, but with his mouth and eyes, he looks like a young master who can bully someone back at any time.

Ignoring Bai Zijia any more, and regardless of whether the other party has been following him until he returned to the room, Li Junnian opened the door of the room without looking back and went in, closed the door behind his back and went straight to the bathroom, hoping that he would not Will fall asleep in the bathtub.