Chapter 61: Draw

　　While Shang Jian Yao was still thinking about the meaning of the last sentence, Jiang Baimian quickly wrote:
　　 "None of us felt abnormal, but the chip found something wrong, which shows..."
　　 She did not finish writing, Shi Shiran put away the pen and paper, and continued to support his chin, looking forward to Qiao Chu's profile.
Shang Jianyao retracted his gaze and guessed a bit of the reason, but he didn't know what he could do or how to do it, because there seemed to be some power preventing him from thinking deeply, not thinking about where the problem came from, where it went, and let him Faintly does not want to break a beautiful image.
　　 The source of this power is not in the outside world, but in his heart.
　　 The world is so difficult, why not let yourself be drunk in dreams?
boom!
　　 Under the command of Qiao Chu, the jeep passed through the gap between the many green and black vines, and this inevitably hit and wiped part of it.
　　 These plants with reddish spikes slid across the glass window, leaving countless, extremely fine scratches.
　　Shang Jianyao, who was looking for a countermeasure on the surface of his mind, subconsciously looked over, and saw his silhouette reflected on the car window in the gloomy environment.
　　 With a move in his heart, his eyes suddenly become deep, he wants to use the ability of a "hypocritical person" on himself.
　　 If it works, he will immediately become hypocritical, and his actions deviate from the pre-set logic after being affected.
　　 For example, I can’t stand Jiang Baimian, Bai Chen, and Long Yuehong also staring at Qiao Chu and demanding to leave with retreat. For example, in this crisis-ridden situation, we have to make things clear...
　　 And when this kind of abnormality occurs, the situation will change. Regardless of whether the change is good or bad, some problems will be exposed, helping Shang Jian Yao to return to "reality".
　　 A few seconds later, Shang Jian Yao's eyes returned to normal.
　　 He looked down at his hands, then looked at himself reflected in the car window, and shook his head very slightly.
　　 His attempt failed.
　　 "The hypocritical person" seems to be different from the "inference clown" and cannot influence oneself through this simple way of looking in the mirror.
　　Shang Jian Yao retracted his gaze and started thinking seriously, while Qiao Chu focused on directing Bai Chen through this swamp full of terrifying vines, and he had no time to look after him.
　　 Suddenly, the corner of Shang Jian Yao's mouth moved, slightly tilted.
　　 In this repressive and gloomy environment, he smiled like a mentally ill person.
　　 Ten seconds later, Shang Jianyao's expression returned to normal.
　　 He frowned for a moment, his eyes gradually brightened.
　　 He looked at himself reflected in the car window again, and mumbled:
　　 "Jiang Baimian has long legs, and I also have long legs..."
　　 Jiang Baimian turned his head when he heard the words, with a puzzled expression on his face.
　　 She raised her hand and touched the metal cochlea in her left ear, using a gesture to indicate that she did not hear clearly.
　　 Seeing that Yao ignored her, Shang continued to mutter to himself:
　　 "Jiang Baimian is very good, and I am also very good..."
Qiao Chu heard Shang Jianyao’s words, but on the one hand he had to distinguish the distribution of vines, road conditions, and various details of the swamp, and was distracted. On the other hand, he felt that it sounded no problem, just like a kindness. The jealous concubine vilified the favored person in private.
　　 Long Yuehong followed and looked at Shang Jian Yao, not understanding what he was going to do.
　　Since he didn't understand the situation, he certainly didn't have the idea of ​​exposing the secret and protecting Qiao Chu.
　　 Shang Jian Yao looked at himself on the car window glass, his eyes deeper and deeper:
"and so?"
　　 In the next second, he asked and replied:
　　 "We are the same."
　　 The expression on Shang Jian Yao's face quickly changed, slightly distorted, as if trying to suppress something.
　　 "What was he talking about just now?" Jiang Baimian asked Long Yuehong while looking at Shang Jianyao.
　　 "He said you have long legs, he also has long legs, you are great, he is also great, so you are the same." Long Yuehong repeated the key point.
　　 Jiang Baimian opened his mouth subconsciously, and wanted to go back to the last sentence, but he closed it immediately.
　　 After a few seconds, she laughed out loud and said to Shang Jian Yao:
　　 "Are you interesting like this?"
　　The inside of the group of four didn't think there was a big problem with Shang Jian Yao's remarks just now, and he discussed it there without concealment. Qiao Chu, who had no time to be distracted, didn't even care about this episode.
　　 At this moment, Shang saw Yao leave his seat, brushing the floor and leaning forward, grabbing Qiao Chu's shoulder.
　　 Qiao subconsciously tried to poke his hand and pull out the "United 202" from the gun pouch around his waist, but he found that he couldn't lift his right hand.
　　 This is not because of lack of strength, nor is it because Shang Jianyao grabbed his shoulders, causing the joints to be locked, but because he could not perform this movement at all, as if he had never had this function.
　　 Qiao Chu suddenly felt a cold sweat behind his back, instinctively turned his head and looked at Shang Jian Yao in the back row:
"what are you going to do?"
　　 Shang Jianyao grabbed his shoulders fiercely with scorching eyes, and a crazy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
　　 "I want to you!"
　　 Jiang Baimian opened his mouth slightly, not knowing whether to scold, laugh, or stop.
　　Long Yuehong and Bai Chen, who are in an unknown situation, are both surprised and at a loss at this moment, and they seem to be witnessing the gods descending to earth, no, the devil is coming.
　　 Qiaochu's expression became distorted, but his face did not turn red, as if he had encountered too many similar situations.
　　 There are suddenly invisible ripples in those golden eyes.
　　 Qiaochu desperately resisted Shang Jianyao’s dragging him back, while turning his head, gently speaking to Bai Chen:
　　 "Give him a toy."
　　 Bai Chen didn't know, so he habitually stepped on the brake.
　　 She opened the armrest box blankly and took out some papers and a ballpoint pen.
　　 At this time, Shang Jian Yao was a little impatient, and his hands suddenly changed positions.
　　 He squeezed Qiao Chu's neck with his left hand and made a fist with his right hand. He was about to smash him under the ear of the opponent, trying to stun him and dissolve all resistance.
　　 Almost at the same time, Qiao Chu's body became extremely soft, like a huge, human-shaped python.
　　 He shrank, his neck weirdly broke free from Shang Jian Yao's palm, and his hands seemed slippery.
　　 Immediately afterwards, he said with a gentle voice and said very quickly:
　　 "Is it good to draw?"
　　 Shang Jian Yao's movements stopped for an instant, and his expression revealed unconcealed doubt and dazedness.
　　 He immediately looked at Bai Chen, took the pen and paper from the other hand, the smile on his face was a little bit obvious.
　　 After getting the pen and paper, Shang Jianyao couldn't wait to sit down and drew a picture using his thigh as a cushion.
　　He has a very focused expression, and he is extremely quiet, like a child who is addicted to his hobbies.
　　 Joe finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.
　　 He swept his eyes coldly, and smiled without a smile:
　　 "So there are awakened ones among you.
　　 "It's a pity, so am I."
　　 His hands have returned to normal, and his right grasps the handle of the "United 202" gun.
　　 This is his own pistol.
　　 After hesitating for a few seconds, Qiao Chu gave up the idea of ​​drawing a gun and shooting Shang Jian Yao, and smiled slightly:
　　 "Praise my kindness and tolerance, you will still be useful next.
　　 "I don't accept your obsession, but it is understandable that there was even a horse that chased me for more than a hundred kilometers."
　　 Jiang Baimian listened very fascinated, and praised sincerely:
"great."
　　 "It's amazing." Shang Jianyao repeated Jiang Baimian's words while painting without raising his head.
　　 Jiang Baimian immediately inquired:
"where do you come from?"
　　 "Where are you from?" Shang Jianyao repeated it again.
　　 Jiang Baimian couldn't help but glared at him, after thinking for a few seconds, he said:
　　 "I have a chest, you don't."
　　 Shang Jian Yao was about to repeat, his expression suddenly became confused~EbookFREE.me~ After a few seconds of silence, he refocused and continued painting quietly.
　　 At this time, Qiao Chu had already sat upright and answered Jiang Baimian’s question in a deep voice:
　　 "This is not what you should know."
　　 "I see." Jiang Baimian didn't think he was disgusted, and smiled sweetly.
　　 Qiao Chu turned to look at Bai Chen who had already stepped on the brake:
"carry on."
　　 Bai Chen had no objection, and again under the command of Qiao Chu, he walked through the vine "forest" deep in the swamp.
　　 During this process, Shang Jianyao kept painting until he finished a piece of work.
　　 Then, as if to break free from a certain dream, he looked at the graffiti-like picture of a child with surprise.
　　 He raised his head, looked at the back of Qiao Chu's head, and said nothing in silence.
　　 As time went by, his state became similar to Long Yuehong and the others.
　　 However, he did not forget to fold the picture in his hand and put it in his pocket.
　　 Jiang Baimian tried to sneak a peek at what he drew, but failed.
After 　　 traveled for a few hours, a group of finger-sized mosquitoes with dark red heads flew out of the green, black and reddish vines.
　　 "Unlucky..." Upon seeing this, Qiao Chu couldn't help cursing, Bai Chen's body also instinctively tightened.
　　 A group, two groups, three groups, more and more giant mosquitoes flew out from the different vines, crushed in black.
　　 These ferocious mosquitoes with dark red heads gathered together, like black smoke, densely covering the sky and blocking every gap.
In a scene like 　　, they seem to come from an army of hell, or a curse from the old world.
　　 "Close the window tightly and rush over!" Qiao Chu gave the order in a deep voice.
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