Jiaobai held his breath in time to avoid being choked. He stared at the flickering orange-red sparks so close to him, and his mood was as chill as the night wind in late autumn.
Holy shit, it’s late at night, is Shen Er’an dead? How could they just let this old guy in
How did he get in? Did he ask the landlord for the spare key, or did he ask Shen Er'an to open the door
Jiaobai thinks the latter is unlikely.
Although Young Master Shen was still very weak at a young age, his father was like a dark and towering mountain in front of him, a height that he could not reach at this stage.
But now Master Shen's heart is red and his blood is hot. He will not treat his roommate who blocked the iron rod for him like this.
At least you have to send a message in advance to notify them.
Your friend is online
"…" Jiao Bai found an outlet to vent his anger, and he scolded his assistant, "I don't know how long I've been standing by my bed, and I was picked up by my bed, and you guys just gave me a heads up?"
Server latency is too high.
Jiaobai: "Can you change the server? If you had reminded me earlier, I wouldn't be so confused."
Each player will be assigned a server for one-to-one monitoring. If a player wants to change servers, they need to purchase them with points. Points are derived from the player's task completion.
Player Jiaobai, current score: 0.
Wild rice: …
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The situation was difficult. Jiaobai's mind was confused for a while, then clear for a while, and the fierce collision between the two caused his face to wrinkle.
Shen Ji put away his cigarette and leaned closer to Jiaobai, his cold voice full of criticism: "You taste like medicine."
The茭白 breathed on him.
Shen Ji threw him back onto the bed in disgust.
Throw it back...
leave…
Jiaobai was so painful that he was dizzy. All the curses and screams could not come out. They were all stuck in his throat. He only shed physiological tears, which covered his face.
The person on the hospital bed had wet cheeks, and his red nose twitched as a pitiful and fragile breath escaped. Shen Ji looked down at him coldly and heartlessly. His son's tears had no privilege in his eyes.
"Would you like to go alone, or should I drag you?"
Jiaobai clutched the straps in front of him in pain: "Drag your... mother... "
His curses were incoherent as Jiaobai was sobbing and twitching. Every time he twitched, the pain intensified. The vicious cycle made him want to bang his head against the wall.
"Fuck your mother... Shen Ji... You won't live for many more years... You won't have a good end..." Jiao Bai was in so much pain that he was out of his mind and didn't know what he was cursing. He crawled to the bedside table tremblingly, opened the cabinet and took out the painkillers.
Shen Ji was slightly tipsy and had normal hearing. It was the first time in his life that someone called him by his name and cursed him to die early and not have a good end. His face was shrouded in suffocating coldness.
This is a dog that bites, and it has sharp teeth.
And it can bark. It barks very fiercely, with wolfish nature in its bones.
For a moment, a brutal murderous intent burst out from Shen Ji's body. Just when he was about to strangle the dog's neck, a trace of restlessness floated up from deep in his cerebral cortex.
The restlessness traveled back and forth in Shen Ji's blood vessels. He was distracted for a moment and remembered the purpose of coming here.
Shen Ji closed his eyes and rubbed his throbbing temple vigorously. He then looked at the puppy pouring pills into his mouth, and the hostility between his brows faded a little.
The look the puppy gave him after the car accident appeared in his mind several times. Each time it was without warning, without logic, and unprecedented.
Especially last week, after his assistant reported to him what he had found out, he remembered that look more frequently, even when he was handling official business.
The measure Shen Ji took was to have someone pick up Jiang Yan to the company, and he spent the whole afternoon doing all kinds of things to deal with her.
However, the effect was minimal.
--There was a little thorn stuck in something of his.
Shen Ji thought that thing was his lust, or desire to conquer, control, or abuse. After all, he had a small accident when he was nearly forty years old and was stabbed.
And the thorn fell from an inconspicuous little thing.
When the assistant asked where he was going tonight, Shen Ji gave an address after smoking a cigarette. He thought that he could not let things go on like this and he had to pull out the thorn as soon as possible, crush it and throw it out of his world.
So Shen Ji appeared here.
Of course, this was also due to the fact that he drank alcohol. Alcohol can dilute a person's rationality and principles and bring out a person's nature and desires.
The air in the room was thin and humid, wrapped in the quietness before a continuous winter rain.
After taking the painkillers, Jiaobai lay on the side of the bed, breathing rapidly. His rationality returned a little. He didn't care about what he had cursed when he was in pain and confused. He was only thinking about how to solve the problem in front of him.
In just a few seconds, Jiaobai's rapidly thinking mind froze, because his and the old man's activity level had soared from 37 to 45.
This means that with only 5 more active points left, the old man’s profile bar will be unlocked for茭白.
This also means that the data column may contain important information for dealing with old things.
A large bait was placed in front of the茭白.
Eat or not eat? Of course eat! ! ! ! ! !
Jiaobai made a decision in a very short time. He wanted to get those 5 active points without breaking the virginity, obtain the information column permissions of the old man, and then escape.
"Assistant, my eight friends, if their activity levels reach a certain level, they will be automatically grouped?" Normally it is 100, but what if it only needs to reach the passing line of 60? Jiaobai is dreaming.
Just one hundred or more.
Well, the dream is over, the egg is broken, and Jiaobai asks in his heart again: "What groups will the friends be divided into, and what are the criteria?"
Purity of activity.
Jiaobai: “…” It’s useless to ask. Purity is not a number that can be seen by the naked eye.
Purity is in the player's heart and is determined by the player.
When Jiaobai came to his senses, his longer, sweaty hair was grabbed and he was forced to look up. The thoughtful look in his watery eyes instantly disappeared, and his increased anger and vigilance were directed at the old thing above.
Shen Ji pressed the hand holding the cigarette to the corners of his drooping red eyes: "You broke three ribs to save my son. As a father, shouldn't I express my gratitude to you?"
Jiaobai adjusted his breathing and took a deep breath. Shen Ji should have only asked his assistant to check which school he was in and where he lived, but not to check every aspect of him. Otherwise, his conspiracy with Qi Shuang would most likely be exposed.
Shen Ji's fatal flaw is that he is too confident. He thinks everything is under his control and nothing can escape his grasp.
Even if he found out that the person next to him had done a lot of small things behind his back, he didn't take it seriously.
This is the real reason why he was able to have that ending in the comics.
Jiao Bai's scalp ached. The sudden increase in his and Shen Ji's activity that night at Fuyuan Building foreshadowed that this day would come. It was just that the other party came later than he expected.
It seemed that she had tried to ignore or suppress the interest she had shown in him, but had failed.
Jiaobai saw the activity level start to move, and he watched without blinking as it rose to 45.7, hanging in the air in front of him.
The Pikachu on Shen Ji's avatar narrowed its round eyes and stared at the茭白 without blinking.
Very domineering.
"No need, Master Shen has already thanked you." Jiaobai stopped paying attention to Pikachu and turned his head to its master.
Shen Ji's fingertips moved down from the corners of Xiaogou's hot and wet eyes, rubbed his sickly flushed cheeks, and stopped at his bitten lips: "Thank you anyway."
Jiaobai was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to struggle. He forced himself to smile, his lips opening and closing very slightly to prevent the hand from digging into his mouth.
"You're too polite. It's really not necessary."
Shen Ji said coldly, "How should I thank you?" He tightened his fingers inserted into the puppy's hair and lifted the dog under his eyelids. "You cried in pain when I threw you on the bed. What else can I do?"
The curve on Jiaobai's mouth disappeared. Go away! I can't do anything. Even a missionary can't do it!
Shen Ji released the hand that was twisting his lips and smeared the blood on his wet and shining eyes: "Give me anesthesia, it won't hurt after that."
Inject, inject, inject, inject anesthesia? Jiaobai froze up. Is this what a human being would say? No, the old man is not a human being, he is just a piece of shit!
Calm down, don't panic, calm down, Jiaobai comforted himself while recalling the plot of "Broken Wings", and found that the comics did not say that Shen Ji had special habits after drinking.
Besides, Shen Ji always likes people who are strong in bed and can keep up with his rhythm. The one who is anesthetized is just a piece of meat, so can he still show his virility? Obviously not.
Shen Ji noticed that the person he was holding in his hands had several ups and downs in emotions, but not only was he not frightened, he was able to calm down so quickly.
Fresh.
This was not the first time Shen Ji had experienced this feeling. It was all concentrated in the second half of the year and came from the same little thing.
Shen Ji let out an ambiguous laugh from his throat, which was soaked with tobacco flavor: "Jiaobai, the new name is quite appetizing."
As he said that, he dragged the person off the bed and towards the door.
Jiaobai did not use his remaining strength to shout for help. He knew very well that Shen Eran could not save him at this stage, and neither could the neighbors in the building.
In South City, the Shen family is the head of all families, and Shen Ji has absolute authority.
Jiaobai didn't like to wear socks when sleeping. Now he was dragged away barefoot by Shen Ji, and his feet were rubbed against the cold ground, which was very uncomfortable.
The most painful injury is the back injury.
The whole person felt as if he was facing the pain of being torn into pieces by five horses, with an intense tearing sensation between his skin, flesh and bones.
As Jiaobai was dying, he was writing down the accounts in the little notebook in his heart. Shen Ji had made him suffer yet another punishment.
The living room was very quiet. Shen Er'an fell on the sofa with his eyes closed.
Jiaobai only had time to take a look at him before Shen Ji dragged her across the living room.
Shen Ji strode towards the front door. The boy on the sofa was quite alert, but unfortunately he was just a useless little guy who could only fold paper and draw.
The good looks that were so popular among his classmates were inherited from his father.
"Shen Ji's Son" will be his greatest achievement in life.
Shen Ji opened the door.
The cold wind swept wildly onto Jiaobai's sweaty body.
"Stop, stop..." Jiaobai was in so much pain that his consciousness was a little fuzzy. "Mr. Shen, where are you taking me?"
Shen Ji looked down at him through the smoke, his brows furrowed in a mature and cold expression, his face gloomy and unclear, as if he had never thought about that question.
At this time, he finally looked a little drunk.
"You want to fuck me?" Jiaobai showed his little fangs, "Not really, don't you think highly of me? If I fuck you, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?"
"You have a sharp tongue." Shen Ji's big hand touched the young man's soft and thin waist, and his palm moved upwards, touching his fixing belt, feeling his tension and trembling.
Shen Ji stroked the skin and bones on his back expressionlessly and pressed on the broken ribs.
At the same time, Shen Ji felt a pain in his right arm. He glanced coldly at the puppy that was biting his flesh.
It was really too wild, and had never been domesticated. When it was about to die, it still knew how to fight back so swiftly.
Shen Ji's suit jacket was left in the car, and he went upstairs wearing only a shirt and vest. Blood soon seeped out of the fabric of his shirt, but he didn't care, but just stared at the red on the young man's lips with a subtle and dangerous look.
The young man's face is too white and his lips are too bright; the strong contrast of colors makes people feel dizzy.
Shen Ji smelled blood, and the blood flow in his veins began to speed up. His throat was burning, and he slowly lowered his head. The puppy, which was shaking with pain and had a little dilated pupils, was getting closer and closer to him.
The smell of blood was mixed with the smell of medicine.
Very rich.
Just when Shen Ji was about to touch the source of the smell, his lips and teeth that were biting on his arm loosened.
Shen Ji maintained the posture of bending over and approaching the unconscious person, his mind rarely going blank.
What was he trying to do just now? He pondered for a moment and realized that he had no answer and no clue.
Then don’t look for it, it’s not important.