Chapter 142: Extra five

The plan could not keep up with the changes, and Xuan Ye was unable to chat with Yan Qiushan.
The playground was too dynamic, and the array disappeared too suddenly. Without paying any attention, a large group of reporters got bored and swarmed. During this time, the
perfect person
was a social hotspot, and he could climb the headlines with a little bit of wind. The relationship between the special person and ordinary people is delicate. The field service of the Control Bureau is not as confident as the public security organs. To break into them, they did not dare to use too strong means to stop them. It was too late to temporarily cast spells or call the police. For a time, the flashing lights were like the dance hall of the last century, and the crowds were in place. The scene was chaotic.
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His Majesty was impatient with the messy crowd, and the master drew an invisible spell on the car window and got out of the crack.
The two left the court calmly, but Yan Qiushan brought a group of rescue members who had not recovered from the trauma, and did not know where they had been rushed. Maybe they had to bite the bullet and tell the public a few moments later. Sentence, private conversation is too late. Xuan Ye had to ask Yan team's WeChat business card from Xiao Zheng, but his friend applied for it, just like Shi Shenhai, there was no response for a long time.
In the evening, he glanced at the mobile phone and saw that the Yan team was still motionless. Then he took the mobile phone in his pocket and tasted the paella in the small saucepan.
This is the last dish tonight. The water in the seafood sauce has penetrated into the rice, and the rice grains are like dew drops that have been saturated with the morning mist. They are round and can not stick to each other. Xianxiang adds a bit salty, minus one point, Xuan Yuan pondered it, and felt that adding another taste would be awkward, so when the juice was collected, the fire was turned off, and the uncle served the uncle to the uncle .
"Go away, I don't know what the beef is like." Xuan Yuan clipped a chopstick and handed it to Sheng Lingyuan. "Try it."
Sheng Lingyuan: "Oh, it's overdone."
"That's just right."
Sheng Lingyuan used to rarely reveal his preferences in daily small things, not picky eaters, but there seemed to be nothing to eat before the valley, that is, the sword spirit who had been with him since he was a child, and knew that he did n’t like to eat sweet and sweet things. If you do n’t love or not, you wo n’t be able to eat. He wo n’t have any reaction when you come to him. Anyway, no matter what you give, he is a matter of chopsticks.
Only recently, Xuan Yuan discovered that he prefers cold foods, and it is better to bring some blood. Like Western style steaks that are blood-splattered and cut three feet, many contemporary people are not used to eating, and have become his dishes.
His Majesty was regarded by him as a test dish, and his opinions were rejected, but he was not unhappy at all: "Because of what annoyance, Yan Qiushan?"
"Well, I haven't returned yet."
"What about other people, do you care about so much? Get in front of you and say no more," Sheng Lingyuan lazily lifted his gaze from his mobile phone-this person is watching the stills and introduction of "Dark Attack". No shit, he glanced at Xuan Yuan, and suddenly he didn't know what he thought of, and said with a smile, "I don't know you are so old-fashioned."
Xuan Yuan especially recognizes the unpleasant elements in his words: "..."
"Just a breeze, what's blushing?" Sheng Lingyuan admired the red scars that he climbed along his neck to the auricle, took the chopsticks with dignity, and said stupidly, "What are you thinking of? Ah, sometimes it ’s really not true-I just exaggerated, and did n’t say to touch.

OK, this time I put my face on my ears.
"Have a good meal," Xuan Yuan snatched his monster's mobile phone, "What a hooligan!"
Sheng Lingyuan took him as a pastime before dinner. He wanted to tease again, tasted a few dishes, and suddenly hesitated.
Today's dishes are not salty.
If they hadn't accommodated each other, they wouldn't have eaten one. Sheng Lingyuan has a higher tolerance for fish stew, but if there is more oil and salt sauce vinegar, he will have a bad appetite. Xuan Yuan, on the contrary, likes heavy oil and salt, sweet and spicy, and loves the spicy nine rolls Shabu-shabu and various Panbang-style dim sum snacks. Xuan Ye's cooking at home is generally based on taking care of Sheng Lingyuan's taste. He cooks one or two dishes he likes, and one or two new dishes that he wants to taste. He will accompany him and eat some kebabs bought outside. The crayfish and the like took their mouths and placed them on his own side.
Sheng Lingyuan is a person who doesn't ignore details, and he knows it all. But every day Xuan Ye was enthusiastic about tinkering, he pretended not to know, and was glad to accept it. Eating is just a taste for them. Is there any disagreement? Xuan Yuan has been shopping around the country for thousands of years, and his appetite is almost satisfied. Compared to Sheng Lingyuan, he knew that he had not covered his mouth. Could cheer him up.
However, since the nursing home moved home, Xuan Ye's usual "reserved items" for fixed meals have disappeared. Those messy snacks have expired and he has been cleaned out. No one wants to buy new ones.
He seemed to change his taste overnight and changed his tongue.
The taste will not change for a while. Xuanyuan is not a mortal. Presumably a few tons of trench oil can't make Suzaku into a pig, unless ...
Sheng Lingyuan trembled slightly in his heart: "His senses have changed."
I feel that for a period of time after being suddenly sharpened, the excessive stimulus from the outside world will be very uncomfortable, even if it is used to before-Sheng Lingyuan three thousand years ago, all six senses are lost. At first, I woke up from this world. Nervousness, once blamed by noise, has only recently adapted.
"It turned out that the legend was true," he thought, "the instrumental spirit is really ..."
"The device spirit is not the same as the living being. How many times do you want me to say it?" Zhichun couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows, "It is recorded in the" Shenhuolun "that even if the refining process goes smoothly, living people can be successfully refined into devices The odds of spirits are also 'one in two'. Most of the instrumental spirits are muddled, less than 30% have self-consciousness. It is 'no one in ten' that can move freely like a human. And they are like People are always not humans. I was born as a sword spirit, so I do n’t feel that I ’m not used to it, but living people ca n’t stand the gap. Those who have been made into instrument spirits will have a sharp decline in perception. At that time you may I ca n’t hear my voice, I ca n’t smell it—I ca n’t even taste spicy with a handful of pepper. Even if it looks like a human, the sense of restraint that ca n’t be breathed by the body is always followed. you you……"
The old dolls of Zhichun's body are the aesthetics of the last century. They have their own earthy taste, and their body language is stiff. If you don't pay attention at night, you can be surprised. Zhichun was arguing with such a terrifying and scary body, and she even whispered slowly, saying a long and animated essay, but her tone was still gentle and deterrent.
So Yan Qiushan directly regarded the wind as his ears, and reached out to him with no expression: "Return the phone to me."
Coming out of the playground, Yan Qiushan also wanted to find Xuan Ye, but was dispelled, and it was difficult to settle the messy scene. Yan Qiushan wanted to contact Director Xiao for contact information. The mobile phone was out of thin air. Disappeared.
One of the great privileges of metal special features is that you don't lose your mobile phone. The mobile phone has a metal case and is an item that you often come into contact with. Someone knows it with a touch. It can be seen that after all, Chun is a "birth" knife in Emperor Wudi's year. Even if the knife body is broken and he is in a doll, all kinds of lost means are still emerging. Yan Qiushan feels that his mobile phone is not far away from him. Not coming out.
"After the people of Gaoshan disappeared, the refining tools were also lost. The utensils lived longer than mortals, but they are not immortal. Until now, there are few irons left. Is it common for you to be an instrumental spirit, Akiyama? Human rights, human society protects you, you have an organization, colleagues, relatives and friends, and you become an instrumental spirit, and you have nothing! Killing lives and paying for your life, have you ever heard of hitting a sword to pay for your life? May be hundreds in the future. For thousands of years, you are the only one of your kind, and you never thought that if one day, our relationship fades, who do you regret looking for? "
Yan Qiushan turned a deaf ear to his ears, and found a suction stone from his pocket. The suction stone stood on the tip of his finger in a posture that violated gravity, and his hand was like a security scanner. He pulled the Zhichun doll over and swept it. Search for your phone.
The Yan team is like a rock, facing the threats and enemies of the enemy, he can stand still, and his face will not change. This is a very precious quality in most cases, except when family conflicts occur.
Everything has advantages and disadvantages. For example, if you want a lover like Sheng Lingyuan who is scratching the apex of the heart every day, you must be ready to be taken by him at any time. If you want a stable and reliable Yan team, you have to bear it. He does not listen to persuasion. This man who seems to be an eighth-class man with iron heads, when he has made up his mind, will not hang in his mouth to argue with people based on reason, and ignore any opinions-what you say and what I say, anyway, I am deaf.
Zhichun is not a type who will yell loudly, no matter how anxious, he speaks in a tone similar to the restaurant waiter's "Welcome to come again", and may not even scold the street.
The two quarreled, as if not in a plane, a little funny.
Zhichun is a doll, and his strength is barely enough to end up with a teacup. He can only let him toss it over and over again: "From ancient times to now, I want to live longer, have you ever wondered why these people don't simply turn themselves into instrumental spirits? ? "
The suction stone did not respond, it seems that the phone is not on Zhichun.
Yan Qiushan poked the baby on the bookshelf and turned out a full set of energy scanning equipment. He didn't believe that a spell could make things disappear out of thin air.
Zhichun sat on a bookshelf that was too tall for one person and couldn't get down. He had to "buzz" his chanting: "Because it was really dead when it was put into the sword furnace, or it was burned alive. No living person can imagine the process of death. How painful. Reborn in an artifact, you will be like the "vase girl" in the legend ... No, it is worse than the vase girl, and the instrumental spirit will lose most of its own memory during the lifetime, just remember the experience when it became an instrument Personality will be worn out beyond recognition. In "Shenhuolun", the spirit of the instrument is poisonous, full of anger, and ready to counterattack the master at any time. I am still normal because I am a stranger in the sword spirit, and I enter the sword body. Shi was "born" rather than "killed ..." Yan Qiushan, do you listen to me?
Yan Qiushan set up a single-person energy detector for field use and finally gave Zhichun a glance: "You said that after becoming an instrumental spirit, you will have dementia and amnesia, and your personality will be very annoying. Then you don't want me." "
Zhichun: "..."
Yan Qiushan waved his hand: "Then you can do it casually, and I haven't said that I will entangle you all my life."
A crudely broken doll, a piece of macaroni over three thousand years old, these two things together are a "dangerous house". Even if you are lucky, someone such as the emperor will protect it from other spells and say no One day I'll be broken. That Zhichun will always be stuck in the edge of life and death, like a piece of electromagnetic waves that will never live.
In comparison, what terrible is death to death and terrible life to an instrument?
Anyway, when there is a director Xuan and his Majesty, the master of Achibu is calm, no matter what he goes crazy, he will not come out to endanger society.
Contemporary technology really worked, and the energy scanner quickly responded to him—an abnormal energy field came from above his head.
As soon as Yan Qiushan stretched out his hand, the suction stone
melted
at his fingertips, and wrapped his fingers like a glove. When he fished in the air above his head, he heard a crackle, and an old cell phone emerged from the void and was He sucked on his fingertips, and a torn piece of rune paper fell down beside him.
Zhichun was anxious: "Even if I re-knife, I still need to cooperate, I don't agree!"
Yan Qiushan restarted the phone and shrugged.
Zhichun: "..."
After he said that, he also reacted. If Yan Qiushan really jumped into the sword furnace, could he not cooperate and watch this mixed protein die?
"The body will be worn, and the body wear is not the same as a person's illness," Zhichun said almost in a begging tone. "At that time, the Demon Sword of the Demon King was damaged, and he was very nervous up and down. You thought it was just Political struggle? Your mobile phone returns you. Ask Director Xuan, what will happen to the device when the body is worn! "
As soon as Yan Qiushan turned on, he saw Xuan Ye's friend's application information, and immediately clicked through.
The phone screen on Xuan Ye's bedside table turned on.
The lights of his house have been turned off. The ancients generally used to go to bed early and get up early. Every night Sheng Sheng was fainting. In addition, Sheng Lingyuan was almost emptied. Tianyihei was not very good. The addiction to waste house turned into a "healthy old cadre" not so fast. Xuan Yuan didn't fall asleep. He was closing his eyes and recuperating to exercise his concentration. He opened his eyes as soon as the mobile phone lighted up.
Yan Qiushan didn't have too many courtesies. He came up with a sentence: "Director Xuan, I think about it and am willing to be an implement."
Xuan Yuan raised an eyebrow, returned one, and then silently said a witch mantra. As soon as the spell was out, Sheng Lingyuan quietly fell silent. He carefully put Sheng Lingyuan's hand on the outside and put it back into the quilt. Put on your clothes and go out.
He only recently learned why Sheng Lingyuan always felt noisy.
Xuan Yuan was alive as a sword spirit once he was born. He did n’t feel any problem. It was only recently when he returned to his body that he found out that the previous features seemed to be covered with a layer of things. The whole world received was The vague, bone-like head of the whole body was tightly hugged by invisible things, and at first release, his body was light enough to make him a little unaccustomed.
This is the difference between a living spirit and a sword spirit. No wonder people used to say that instrumental spirits are slaves who are better off living.
Ten minutes later, Xuanyuan went to a nearby bar. He used to go straight to the smoking area. As a result, his smell was too sensitive, and the smell of smoke left in the air was rushed. He smelled seven or eight brands and various The tobacco and alcohol were smelly, and I was immediately smoked away. I felt that I might betray the smokers in the future.
He sat in the corner, ordered a glass of lemonade, and waited as he waited.
In fact, I feel sensitive and insensitive, and my body is not sinking. This is a trivial matter. As time goes by, it ’s like the gravity of the earth. When I get used to it, I do n’t feel it. In the illusion of the Moon Beast, I remembered a long time ago-the illusion that had been entertaining Sheng Lingyuan for a whole day is actually the second half.
Touch a fish to write a chapter, wait a long time! If my Thai boss in the late stage of procrastination did not call me back to rewrite today, this weekend will be another chapter.
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