Bizarre beater

"Dear Tuo Sijun! Long time no see. I heard that your plan was sabotaged and you were seriously injured. I came here to see you...huh?"

Gogol poked his head in, showing a puzzled expression, and asked, "Is it my illusion...why do you feel that you are fat?"

His hands were still typing on the keyboard, and he turned his head to look at his Fyodor: "Huh? Is there?"

"Of course not fat, I mean, you look a lot healthier, and your face is not as pale as before."

Gogol appeared in front of him the next moment, looked at him carefully, and said curiously, "I thought your health would only get worse and worse. Did you hire a new doctor?"

Mr. Tosi, who had been drinking the tonic soup for two weeks, thought to himself: This may be the mysterious oriental power.

He said with no expression on his face, "No. Why are you here now? I don't want to make mistakes in my future plans, Gogol."

"Didn't you just say that? I'm worried about you and want to see your situation... I've prepared everything for the follow-up. If there are no problems with the previous ones, then there won't be any problems when it comes to me."

Gogol said confidently, looking around the room.

"You seem to have stayed at this safe point for a long time. Is there anything particularly interesting here?"

Fyodor: "It's safe."

He didn't want Gogol to find out about the existence of Party B, Yunhe. It was a headache for him to be separated from these two people full of uncertainties. If they met, there might be troubles—he felt strangely that this Two people will get along happily.

Maybe it's because pigeons and cranes are free birds.

"So what makes this place so safe?" Gogol asked, and his excellent insight made him keenly aware of the other party's concealment.

It is normal for Tosi to hide people.

What is abnormal is that Tuo Sijun is nervous.

He was curious.

Fyodor's expression became more and more dull. He didn't respond, and let the other party look around, while he continued to work.

He has nothing to feel guilty about.

"Oh, look what I found?"

Gogol is leaning against the table, bending his body to block the display screen, his dexterous hands are tying all kinds of fancy knots with a purple ribbon.

"It's a headband! Tuo Sijun, your hair is not long enough to need a headband, is it?"

Gogol's tone of voice was exaggerated, as if he had discovered some serious adultery.

This made Fyodor quite speechless.

He explained: "I borrowed it to bind the wound when I was injured, and I am planning to return it."

"But that's been three weeks."

Because the material of this hair band is very special and indestructible, he suspects that it has something to do with the boss of Party B, Yun He, so he asks someone to study it, and it was only delivered today.

He planned to return it to the other party during dinner.

Mr. Tosi, who had a very reasonable idea, didn't explain any more, because too much explanation seemed like a cover-up.

He doesn't expect these two people not to meet now - Gogol's curiosity will make him stay, and it's time for the neighbors to come and inform the evening dishes.

Just as he was thinking, someone knocked on his door.

Gogol very actively went to answer the door.

Party B Yunhe looked at the unfamiliar face, restrained the joyful and excited smile on his face, and said politely: "I'm looking for Mr. Tuosi."

Gogol turned his body sideways, revealing Fyodor walking behind.

"Is Mr. Tosi entertaining guests today?"

Fyodor was going to say yes, but Gogol spoke before him: "I'm here to visit the sick Tuo Sijun. His injury is still not healed. I can't bear to let him entertain me."

Party B Yunhe blinked.

At this time, Gogol enthusiastically shook his hand and said, "I am Gogol, Tosi's best friend! Please allow me to entertain you, as a thank you for your care of my best friend during this time."

Fuck it, Gogol.

A well-known Tucao (?) writer, one of his favorite writers.

What a pity, the other party doesn't seem to write novels.

But also kinda cute.

He: "No, Mr. Tosi is more caring and tolerant to me. That's right, I bought a new grill today, and I wanted to invite him to have a barbecue... It would be even better if I could invite you to share the burden. "

Fyodor indifferently watched the two hit it off, excitedly planned the barbecue dishes, and exchanged the differences in barbecue caused by regional differences.

His opinion doesn't seem to matter anymore.

The BBQ party is held on the rooftop.

It happened that the cabbage on the balcony had been cooked for a while, and it was juicy and juicy, which was just right for wearing on skewers.

Fyodor sat at a distance from the railing, quietly watching his mobile phone, quietly paying attention to their situation.

Party B, Yunhe, was sitting next to the barbecue grill to season the food. From the corner of his eye, he saw Gogol constantly digging out things from the space (to be honest, he always felt that this scene was like a blue robot cat picking out props).

First there was an old black radio - it even looked like an antique.

But the music played was very moving, coupled with a string of small bulingbuling lights, the atmosphere suddenly rose.

Then there were bottles of vodka and cider, and all sorts of weird glasses.

Looking at the degree of alcohol, Yunhe felt a little ignorant.

He was originally a good drinker, but when he was drunk, he would go crazy.

However, according to the after-the-fact evaluation of the people around him, his drunken madness is very likable and can effectively shorten the distance between people.

Shouldn't be a problem.

He was relieved and ready to enjoy the joy of grilling wholeheartedly.

The aroma of barbecue blows away with the wind, and the heat and alcohol quickly pile up the enthusiasm.

Mr. Toss, who is not suitable for drinking, sat in the middle of the crowd, elegantly eating the barbecue offered by Smilte, and watching the other two play the violin and the guitar.

Although they are musical instruments of different styles and different tunes, the rhythm is strangely harmonious, and the scene is also very pleasing to the eye.

A little smile appeared on his face.

Temporarily forgiving the two of them for something that gave him headaches.

They're all pretty likable when they're not getting in the way.

The next moment, the alcoholic party B Yunhe threw away the guitar in his arms, stood up and held Gogol's hand, and said excitedly: "Mr. Gogol! You are very beautiful, very cute, and very artistic..."

Opening his mouth is a string of beautiful words of more than [-] characters.

Gogol was completely overwhelmed by the hearing, and pressed his hand excitedly and said, "What do you think I have a sense of art?"

Yunhe thought very clearly: "Appearance, behavior, language! They are all very - very artistic, feeling very cheerful and free, I like it very much!"

"Thank you! You are also very cute, and I like you very much!"

When Gogol was excited to make him his confidant, the sweet-mouthed young man withdrew his hand without hesitation, ran over excitedly to hold Smilt, and boasted vigorously to a pair of skeletons : "Smilt! You are so beautiful! You are so artistic!"

Smilte was flattered, but suspected that he was drunk, and asked tentatively, "What do you think I look good on?"

"Extremely skinny! You must be the best-looking Grim Reaper in the whole hell! Your temperament is also great, and you must have a unique temperament among Grim Reapers..."

Smilte was moved to tears by his words, the will-o'-the-wisps in his eye sockets turned pink, and said in a trembling voice, "You are also the best master in the world! I swear allegiance to you to the death!"

Yunhe: "Very good! I'll add chicken legs to you today!"

Fyodor on the one side directly confirmed that he was drunk—if he was not drunk, he would not add chicken legs but complain "Aren't you already dead?"

Kind of novel.

Some people would boast wildly after being drunk.

... I don't know how to praise him.

Thinking that it would be his turn next, Mr. Tosi withdrew his gaze reservedly and waited for a while.

Then Party B, Yunhe, swayed happily because he heard Gogol play a song that moved his DNA.

Gogol and Smil dragged him from the rooftop to the third floor, from the third floor to the second floor, and from the second floor to the sky. After dancing a song and sharing a bottle of wine, the three danced out of the atmosphere of a group of demons dancing Come.

Fyodor: "..."

Sometimes I can’t share the same channel with Sand Sculpture because I’m too elegant.jpg

A Grim Reaper, a Russian, and a person with a normal capacity for alcohol, the first one to drink was Yunhe, and then the Grim Reaper who lost his magic power and turned into a skeleton and fell to the ground.

When it landed again, Party B's Yunhe could not stand still, and fell straight into Fyodor's arms in the direction of the tilted center of gravity.

Gogol whistled, took out his mobile phone, and finally answered the No. 30 seven calls from Sigma, and jumped to the balcony of another house to answer the phone and communicate with the other party.

Fyodor had wanted Smilt to come and take the man into the room.

As a result, Yunhe, the second party, grabbed his hand.

Yubai's skin was rosy from drunkenness, and the long hair of the young man whose headband had been thrown away was scattered, half leaning on his arms, his clear eyes were still calm and sincere when looking at people, as if every sentence Words are from the heart.

"My favorite is Mr. Tosi, you are really the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life..."

Even the beginning is different from the other two, which seems to sound more believable.

"The personality is too good, and you can actually bear the trouble I bring. If I were you, I would probably not only send someone to silence you, but also scold you in front of you for three hours..."

There is even a good self-awareness.

And sure enough, he knew his identity, but he never revealed it.

"However - there is one thing that I have been concerned about for a long time!"

Ok?

Fyodor watched in astonishment as the other party took his hand, bit his finger into his mouth, and said vaguely while chewing: "It's really not good to bite your finger, it will easily deform your nails in the long run, and it won't look good... "

The bright water light covered the lips and extended downwards, and there were occasional flashes of rose color between the jade color and the pink color.The enthusiasm of the lips and tongue is not like "I don't feel good" in the other party's words, only the eyes are still deceptively frank at the beginning.

Dull colors accumulated in the purple eyes, and the young man slowly stretched out the other hand, pressing the junction between the side of the neighbor's face and the neck, pressing his thumb against the neighbor's chin, and slowly exerting force.

He was trying to free his fingers.

He just ate five charcoal-grilled honey sauce marinated chicken feet, and his hands haven't marinated yet!

Party B Yunhe was drunk at the moment, so his strength was no different from that of ordinary youths, and soon separated from his delicious claws.

His expression was a little sad, and he even licked his lips longingly.

Fyodor: "..."

Before he could let go, Yunhe, who was not so clear-headed, suddenly laughed happily: "I can be regarded as getting rid of the idiot job of a fortune-teller, and I will smash that damn shop right away. Idiot boss, Idiot Party A..."

Mr. Tosi, who was trying to formulate words every day and worked hard to finish his divination ability file, slowly opened his eyes wide and asked, "Divination...isn't your ability?"

"Of course not, it's the professional skill given by the boss, it's gone now. That bastard said Smilt couldn't take it back, and deducted 5.00% of my salary, it made me mad..."

Fyodor's hand pinching his face couldn't help it, leaving dark marks.

She looks so cute, how can people be so hateful?

He took two deep breaths, wiped the other party's drool-stained hand on the other party's soft and clean clothes, and touched Party B's previously injured waist and abdomen by the way.

There are no scars, and it is no different from other places.

Like a well-proportioned nephrite jade, no unnatural traces can be found.

The other party does not have the ability to heal others, but the steel bar clearly pierced both of them that day. His newly grown organs and flesh and blood are still a little fragile and uncomfortable today, and this person looks like It's all right.

This made him think of the indestructible hair tie, and deeply doubted whether this person also had the quality of "immortality".

Coupled with the tyrannical strength and speed shown by the opponent (even surpassing most of the supernatural beings who strengthen themselves), these things do not match the appearance of the opponent, and he really wants to explore the reason.

"How does Yunhe's waist feel when touched?"

Soft, the skin is delicate and absorbs hands, and the temperature is very warm due to the diffusion of alcohol.

Fyodor didn't say a single adjective, and it was still difficult to explain his behavior of touching the waist while he was drunk, so he could only imitate Party B's usual appearance and look up at Gogol calmly and innocently.

"Although I'm glad you can consider your personal issues, I have some sad news to tell you." Gogol said in a sad tone, but he couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from rising.

Fyodor had long been used to his appearance, and asked flatly, "What's the matter?"

"Sigma met the bald chief of the Supernatural Secret Service Division and successfully attacked him. According to the information obtained, the page was indeed in the opponent's hands."

"Where is it now?"

"According to Sigma's description, the person who took the page had long white hair, side-parted bangs, a small braid next to the right ear, a red diamond-shaped imprint on his forehead, and amber-colored eyes. young people."

Fyodor looked down at the man with closed eyes in his arms.

Party B Yunhe leaned obediently on his shoulder, her long and dense eyelashes cast a shadow, and white teeth could be seen between her pink lips.

His appearance is between a teenager and a young man, ethereal and clean, so people always feel that he is pure and real.

However, Mr. Tuosi, who has already seen through the essence of this person, thought: If he pretends to be ignorant, he might have been perfected by this person, and even he would hide it.

This is no longer a neighbor who is causing trouble for him. This is his $70 billion and the "pages" he should have gotten.

At this moment, he only had this person in his eyes, and he was full of thoughts about how to kill him.

"There is one more bad news." Gogol sighed deeply, but he couldn't help raising his tone in the next sentence, "He is a transcendent with the quality of immortality."

Fyodor closed his eyes in pain.

And in such a sad atmosphere, the culprit who made him suffer suddenly opened his eyes, patted his thigh vigorously and said: "Help me up, I can still draw!!!"

He was in pain from being photographed: "..."

There is no one in this world who is absolutely impossible to kill, he thought again.

Gogol held back his laughter, as if he was ready to rescue his best friend with a conscience: "Then how about I help him to paint?"

The man who could be said to be calm, like the flower of the high mountain, nodded dignifiedly.

Do whatever you like, as long as you temporarily leave his sight.

He had to calm down so that he could hide his murderous eyes.

However, things didn’t go as expected, Party B Yunhe, who fell asleep for a while, seemed to regain some energy, grabbed Fyodor’s shoulders, and began to praise him loudly for his beauty.

"I can't pull it off." Mr. Gogol said regretfully, and suggested, "I think if you carry him down to sleep, he might be better behaved."

Among all the drunks, Party B Yunhe is indeed well-behaved, even likable.After all, the way he compliments others is so enthusiastic and sincere, even if there is a little intermittent convulsion, it is easy to be forgiven.

But Mr. Toss did not want to forgive this man.

He just took out his whole life's self-cultivation, holding this temporarily unkillable mess, walked downstairs along the narrow and old attic stairs under the watchful eyes of Gogol who seemed to forget that he could teleport.

There is no meaning to pity each other.

It’s just that the other party’s request to him is a suitable neighbor, so as long as he doesn’t take the lead in turning his face, Party B Yunhe will not pursue "disputes and revenge caused by work."

Before he finds a solution to the other party, it is necessary to maintain the harmony on the surface.

But he didn't know what to do with this person for the time being.

What he is good at is using the weakness of human nature to lure others and lead them to destruction.

But for Party B, Yunhe, the apples in the Garden of Eden are just apples, and if you can't eat them, you won't even look at them.

As for the fetters, the closest person to the other party is his neighbor, who doesn't even have a netizen.

There is no bait in the trap to lure him into it, no matter how delicate it is, it is useless, and this person has absolute force.

tricky.

You can't send some people to Party B, Yunhe, to be Party A, and mess with his mentality, right?

Or cut off his home network?

Mr. Tosi, who was already a little mad, began to think wildly in the right direction.

There were two bedrooms on the third floor, one of which had a dusty doorknob, and the other was obviously the owner's bedroom.

There is nothing to say except that there is a big bed that looks very soft.

Snacks and books were piled messily in front of the computer desk, and there were only a few seasonal clothes in the closed closet. Compared with the gorgeous work clothes, the style of the clothes was too simple and monotonous.

If it weren't for his special status and ability, he would probably be the kind of person who would not be cared about and found out if he died suddenly.

Fyodor threw the man on the bed, withdrew his hand mercilessly, turned and left.

But Party B Yunhe woke up the next morning, saw the three manuscripts he had drawn on the computer, and made a "wonderful" voice.

Then belatedly felt neck pain.

He walked into the bathroom, looked at the three finger marks on his neck in horror, and thought to himself what the hell did he do yesterday to let such a well-mannered neighbor strangle him.

Wait... This position doesn't seem to be choking.

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