Chapter 145: £00. I am a pen

You can still condense into a spirit in the dark room, and the eyes of the man who sleeps on the bed from time to time will glance. Suddenly, he was shaped and remembered that he had used dreams to teach his followers when he was a god.
Although the 煞 pen is not as powerful as the statue, the mana transformed by suffocation should help him to dream.
Still able to run the power of the body, perhaps because of hunger for too long, or perhaps never taken care of, his power is like a mess, untangled entanglement. It is still possible to try to use the practice of meditation to carry out alienation and refinement. After a few weeks of operation, it is only reluctant to smooth this force, and the hunger that is anxious is also reduced.
It seems that the practice of devotion is also adapted to the spirit of the pen, but because the world has no aura, he can mobilize, and only the spirit of the pen spirit itself.
The original pen spirit is because of the loss of the source of hernia, and does not know how to cultivate, leading to the death of consciousness. If he can't keep his life, I am afraid that it will follow the footsteps of the spirit.
In general, people have suffocating gas. No matter how much, it is no problem to maintain the basic needs of the ok, but Wenjing is an odd number. Even if he has suffocation, he will soon be neutralized by blessings, even a little slag. Will not be left. As for the suffocation of the people around him, there is no chance of being close.
What you still have to do is to cultivate your mana as soon as possible, and strive to get rid of the contract barrier as soon as possible, and absorb the suffocation from people other than Wenjing.
After making up his mind, he can still run mana, turn into a cloud of smoke, and enter the dream of Wen Jingyu.
With his current mana, it is impossible to control the dreams of others, and he can only be a "guest".
The sleeping scene of Wen Jingyi did not dream, the world of dreams was chaotic. At this time, a white figure suddenly flashed, instantly lit up the original gray world, the tip of the toes fell lightly, and a circle of ripples, like feathers, gently called "wake up" Wen Jingyi's consciousness.
Wen Jingyu looked at the flashing light and shadows not far away, and the legs walked uncontrollably toward "it". Every step closer, the outline of the shadow is clear, and he has turned into a human form until he gets closer. To be precise, it is a man with a slender figure and a slim back.
It is still strange to find that after entering the dreamland of Wen Jingyu, he began to transform himself by his own unruly body shape. But for a moment, there is a human form.
"Who are you?" A voice suddenly came from behind.
It is still possible to subconsciously turn around and reveal a blank face.
Wen Jingwei: "..." With an expectation, I want to have a glimpse of the truth. I found that the other party has no facial features at all, and the disappointment in my heart is far more than horror.
"Who are you?" Wen Jingyi asked again. Despite his ambiguity, he still wants to know his identity.
I still want to answer, but there is no mouth at all, only a quiet (no face) beautiful man, his heart is broken.
Wen Jingyan blinked and tried to find his facial features from the blank face, but unfortunately it was always blurred.
He rarely dreams, but as long as he dreams, every time he wakes up, he will have a feeling of emptiness, as if he has lost something or is looking for something. The appearance of this man in the dream made him feel unconcerned for the first time.
Wen Jingxi couldn't help but reach out and wanted to feel his presence more realistically. However, his fingers just touched his body, and everything in front of him began to become blurred, and then completely fell into darkness.
Wen Jingyan suddenly opened his eyes and only saw a quiet Qing Hui.
He sat up and pulled out a cigarette from the bed. His mind constantly remembered the white shadow that appeared in his dream. The deep eyes were flickering in the smoke, and it was elusive.
Still can't be squatted on the bed without human form, a look of disengagement. The first time I entered a dream, I didn’t say a word. When a face was not exposed, it was squeezed out, and it made me die. It seems that we must first cultivate for a while and then consider the problem of dreaming, otherwise we must kill ourselves.
Next, I still can't try to dream again, but stay in Wenjing's side and practice safely.
However, he did not expect that this dream gave Wen Jingyu a small aftereffect.
Wen Jingyu began to change from dating women to dating men. Anyone who is seen by him will receive his invitation, but each date is basically seen once. After a month, I don’t know how many beautiful men were made by him.
Wen Jingwei is a well-known gold aristocrat of the Tambulu planet. He is a well-off man with a good appearance and is extremely popular in the circle. Although homosexuality is not the mainstream, the behavior of Wen Jingyu undoubtedly gives some single men a clear hint to make their minds active.
Many men began to take the initiative to hook up with Wen Jingyu. They could not find the opportunity to meet in private, and they tried to participate in the reception attended by Wen Jingwei, creating a variety of accidents to deepen the impression.
Wen Jingtao sometimes cooperates with a few words, sometimes even one eye is not owed. After a few times, it was soon discovered that the men he favored were basically of a type, slender and temperamental. Unfortunately, no one has become his guest, nor what kind of male partner he wants to find.
Can still hang on Wenjing's sleeves, watching his beautiful man ringing, peach blossoms, the heart can not tell the depression.
"Smell, this document needs your signature." The secretary handed the document to Wen Jingyu.
Wen Jingyu habitually removed the cufflinks, turned the pen shape, raised his hand and swiped on the document, and found that there was no ink left.
Wen Jingyan frowned, picked up the magic number pen on his hand and looked at it. It seems that there is no problem.
There are fingerprints on the magic pen, although the outsiders can write, but only the owner of the pen has the legal effect, which is why the Tam Star people are used to carrying the magic pen.
Wen Jingyi tried a few more times and still couldn't write the handwriting. He had to take out the spare magic pen and sign his name on the file.
After the signing, Wen Jingyi also buckled the spare magic pen on the sleeves, and he was able to take a companion.
I can still look around this newcomer and say, "Oh, we are all cufflinks."
The newcomer is silently silent.
I was still upset and decided not to let Wen Jingyi use her body for a short time.
Before leaving work, Wen Jingyu left the company and drove to a private repair shop.
"Bra, I haven't seen you for a long time." The owner was a handsome uncle in his forties. When he saw Wen Jingzhen coming in, he greeted him enthusiastically.
"Don't call me ‘branch!'
Wen Jing gave him a look, then he could take it and hand it to him.
Help me see, is it a malfunction?

Shuai uncle took the magic number pen and praised: "Look at this style, it is a style decades ago, the maintenance is really good, the function is also very complete, has it been modified before?"
"Probably." Wen Jingzhen only inherited this pen from his father five years ago. I don't know if his father has changed it. The function is no different from modern products.
Shuai Uncle turned him into a pen shape and wrote a few times on the paper. The writing was clear and the color was uniform, and there was no problem.
"Isn't this normal?" Uncle Shu looked at Wen Jingyu with a puzzled look.
Wen Jingyu took the pen back and wrote it on the paper a few times. The result is still blank.
Shuai uncle took the test again and wrote the word very smoothly. But as long as you change to Wen Jing's hand, you will not be able to do it immediately.
"Ha ha ha." Uncle Shuai couldn't help but laugh, "Bra, it seems that this pen is not waiting to see you! How do you abuse it?"
Wen Jingyan stared at the pen on her hand, and her face was gloomy, and her body was full of suffocation.
The still-spirited spirit swiftly flew toward the silky sigh, the action was not unpleasant, the reaction was not agile, but unfortunately it was not able to endure the purification of Fuguang. The delicious suffocation disappeared in front of his eyes.
It can still be like a cotton, and it falls to the ground in a soft collapse.
It’s so hard to want to eat some suffocation!
"Your magic number pen is fine." Uncle Shuai carefully checked and made a professional judgment. "I think your problem is your character."
Wen Jingyu collected the magic number pen and left the repair shop without returning.
In the evening, Wen Jingyu finished the grooming, first watched the TV in bed, then picked up the magic pen to start research.
This pen has been with him for several years. I have never had any troubles. How can I suddenly use it? And only he can't use it. Wen Jingyi feels uncomfortable inexplicably, and there is a feeling of being rebellious by his own things. After thinking about it for a long time, I didn’t think of any clues. Wen Jingyu had to put the pen aside and turn off the light to sleep.
Still sitting on the body of Wen Jingyu, he is constantly making faces and scaring him, even though he can't see anything.
"You wait, I will go to the dream to clean up you!" He waved his fist at him.
When the voice just fell, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharp eyes shot straight in the direction he was still in.
Still slamming backwards: Nima, scared to death!
Wen Jingyu glanced around in confusion.
Here, here! A twisted poss can still be placed in the air.
Wen Jingwei only felt the wind blowing in the head, frowning and scorning for a moment, did not find anything abnormal, and slowly closed his eyes.
But after a while, it goes to sleep.
I can still brew my emotions and use mana to re-enter the dream of Wen Jingyu.
Like the last time, when he just entered the dream, he has the human form.
Before he had time to take action, he was hugged by a pair of big hands, and the man’s low voice came from his ear: "Catch you."
There should be no touch in the dream, but Wen Jingyu’s approach is close, but he still feels the back is hot, and the familiar atmosphere will wrap him around.
Still not struggling, but first touched his face, and found that he actually had five senses!
"Tell me who you are?"
I am the one that is around you - certainly not the answer.
When Wen Jingxi did not get a response, he hooked his waist and slowly turned his body.