His white moonlight, slag skill level one hundred

Su Zhe was startled, and said vigilantly, "What has changed?"

Looking at Su Zhe's appearance, Xiang Bei laughed: "You see, I don't have any problems with what I said, so you understand..." Then he took out his mobile phone, made a long call and handed it over. I have a more specific direction. I used to realize a speech spirit, such as eating pork immediately. I didn’t have a specific idea. Thoughts, for example, the wrong takeaway was delivered here and no one could be found, something like this. 】

Su Zhe said suspiciously: "I didn't realize that you mentioned these preconditions when you used Ling Ling."

"Thinking in my heart." Xiang Bei said, "But it's completely different between having thoughts in your head and not having thoughts in your head."

Indeed, Su Zhe is accustomed to presupposition when he does something. For example, when he makes a movement as a substitute, he will go through it in his mind, first squat down, then exert force on his waist, and then jump up. Drills are necessary to reduce the chance of injury or failure.

"Didn't you have this kind of prior imagination before?" Su Zhe asked, "It's also possible that you subconsciously had it but didn't notice it."

Xiang Bei thought for a while, then continued typing: 【I didn't think about it before. 】

"Why?" Su Zhe was puzzled, "Ordinary people would think about it, right?"

"Who told you that most people would think about it?" Xiang Bei asked back.

Su Zhe opened his mouth and got stuck. Of course he thought so because of his own experience, but he is an adult and has been beaten by the society for so long. He should also understand that the same rice supports all kinds of people.However, he is still quite curious about the proportion of this. After a round of personal investigation, he found that there are still a small number of people who can analyze and deconstruct the things they are about to do step by step. Most people have a vague concept and will do it.

"Anyway, there are people like me." Su Zhe said, "This sample is too small, I think it's about half and half."

"It doesn't matter how many people are with me." Hearing the boarding announcement, Xiang Bei stood up and carried his luggage and said, "However, it is easier to use the speech spirit like this now than before, have you noticed?"

Su Zhe has indeed discovered that Xiangbei's expression is as usual after talking about Yanling, and a slightly exaggerated Yanling is fine. Most importantly, a 100% success rate is a miracle. Xiangbei said that this success rate is from Never before.

The plane was still uncomfortable as always, but Xiang Bei didn't want to waste half a day on the high-speed rail, so he finally chose the plane, and both of them chose business class. Su Zhe didn't want to at first, but Xiang Bei expressed his treat, and he agreed decisively.

At this time, the city B is covered with white snow everywhere, and there is heating everywhere, Su Zhe is a little strange: "I don't feel particularly warm."

"Haven't you heard of this sentence? Central heating is to keep you from freezing to death, not to keep you alive in Sanya." Perhaps because he returned to his hometown, Xiangbei's expression became a lot easier, "Let's go, see See if the floor heating in my house satisfies you."

On Didi, Su Zhe asked a little strangely: "I thought you would be very upset when you go home."

"Where did this statement come from?" Xiang Bei laughed, "Did you imagine it?"

"You didn't say it before unless..."

"Ah, yang is yang." Xiangbei cut off Su Zhe's words, and said with a fearless spirit, "Anyway, as long as you leave, you will recover."

Su Zhe was stunned for a while, then realized: "Don't change the subject, why don't you want to go home?"

Xiang Bei curled his lips and said, "Anyway, it will be here in a while, can't you judge for yourself?"

Su Zhe arrived at Xiangbei's house with such confusion. From the location and environment, there is nothing special about Xiangbei's house. It is an ordinary residence in an ordinary community. However, after getting out of the elevator, he found that there is a public place next to him. When the big ashtray appeared, he sensed something was wrong.

"Which household?" Su Zhe asked.

This building has one elevator and two households, but there is no number on the door except for the huge house number on the opposite wall when you just got out of the elevator.

"It's all." Xiang Bei walked to the shoe cabinet and opened the door indifferently, "This floor belongs to my house."

Su Zhe was stunned, not too surprised, but he remembered an old incident: "Didn't Lin An say that we are neighbors with your family?"

Point north to the floor.

Okay, got it, it's indeed a neighbor.

"But why did your family buy two houses? Wouldn't it be better to just buy a new big house?" Su Zhe asked.

"How do you feel when you're used to this answer?" Xiang Bei asked.

"Very good." The voice came from inside the door, and Su Zhe was quite familiar with this voice, after all, he had heard it many times on the phone, "You came back this time quite smoothly."

Su Zhe swears that Xiangdong really doesn't look like Xiangbei, whether it's facial features, skin or even hair, but inexplicably, he just saw Xiangbei's shadow on Xiangjiang's face, and thought Xiangbei was in a trance. Laughing, he subconsciously glanced at Xiang Bei who was putting the shoes into the shoe cabinet to confirm his eyes.

"You know that you can't put any sundries in the corridors, right? It's a violation of the fire regulations." Xiang Bei straightened up and said calmly.

Xiang Dong laughed, walked over and slapped Xiang Dong on the shoulder: "You talk a lot, that's good." Then he turned his head and said to Su Zhe, "You know, he used to have the highest record at home without saying a word for half a year. talk."

"Did you record the count accurately?" Xiang Bei walked home holding Xiang Dong's arm with a smile on his face, "Why do I feel that you have not changed a bit from what you remember?"

"Strictly speaking, this sentence is not a question..."

"you shut up."

Xiang Dong's mouth closed in an instant, and he raised his eyebrows at Su Zhe with a smile, showing that he was in control of the situation.

It's good to be home.

Su Zhe suddenly wanted to go back to his hometown. Thinking of where he was, he still silently picked up his luggage and walked into the house. Sure enough, after entering, the heat hit his face, and the down jacket couldn't be worn instantly, so he took it off and put it in the north. Beside the cotton-padded jacket, the sound of talking and laughing could already be heard in my ears.

Entering the door is a corridor-style foyer, and turning left at the end is the living room. Su Zhe thought he would see a beautiful aunt. After all, looking at the appearance of Xiangdong and Xiangbei, his parents probably would not be ugly. However, the face of the woman in front of him It still startled him a little.

It's not that it's ugly or super beautiful, it's just a very ordinary appearance. The problem is that such an ordinary appearance has obvious signs of plastic surgery, such as incision marks at the corners of the eyes, stiff straight nose bridge and full lips. Every facial feature It can't be said to be ugly, but the man-made traces are very obvious together.