Qi Yiliao supported his head with one hand, his eyes closed, and nonchalantly ordered Zhang Zhen to recuperate in the hospital.
"If you dare to run out of the hospital, I'll break your legs." Qi Yiliao said indifferently.
The third brother was in a bad mood, in a bad mood and had no patience. Zhang Zhen just realized it when he suddenly remembered that his brother revealed that Xiao Ji only stayed in Lan Mo's house for a few minutes last night. He frowned. Xiao Ji was no longer effective, so he had to find someone else.
It's hard to find, and getting harder and harder to find.
How about letting Jiang Yan try again? After all, he is the one who has stayed with the third brother the longest.
Zhang Zhen negotiated: "Third brother, I know my own body very well. I don't need to be hospitalized. Please let me out of the hospital. I will go to South City to find Jiang Yan for you."
No sound.
Zhang Zhen looked at his phone and saw that it was busy. He asked curiously, "Hello? Third brother?"
What happened to third brother
His third brother was fine, he just had an extra butt on his leg.
Round and meaty.
Like a little peach.
This was Qi Yilao's first feeling, nothing else. His mental strength was extremely disordered, and his reaction was half a beat slower than usual.
Shen Ji on the opposite side didn't move and was also stunned.
The only sober person was the man in the suit. He exclaimed, "What the hell?" What kind of scene was this
Run.
He didn't dare to watch this joke.
Otherwise, even if Mr. Qi showed mercy, Mr. Shen would still kill to silence the witness.
The man in the suit slipped away quietly.
Jiaobai was still sitting on Qi Yiliao's lap with his back to hers. He said, "As long as I'm not embarrassed, the one who's embarrassed is...
No.
No one was embarrassed for me.
Then I have to bear it alone.
Jiao Bai, who was so embarrassed that he wanted to die, stuck out his butt, leaned forward, and grabbed Zhuo Yan with both hands to prevent himself from resisting when Qi Yiliao pushed him. He took a deep breath, picked up the fried egg that Qi Yiliao had not touched yet, and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth.
Warning, the mission is to eat eggs, not to swallow them! Players are requested to abide by the mission rules!
So the茭白 turned his face away and chewed slowly.
"Bang--"
The old wooden chair fell to the ground with a loud bang. In a rage, Shen Ji whipped his belt and swung it towards the source of his anger.
The loud noise stimulated Qi Yiliao's dormant nerve endings and made him a little more awake. He put down the hand that was supporting his head, pressed the shoulder of the person on his legs, and pushed him aside.
Didn't move.
The hand pressing on Jiao Bai's shoulder did not increase its strength, still using the restrained strength of a gentleman, but he could feel a surge of blood. It was not as strong as when Shen Ji stepped on his neck and wanted to get rid of this heretic.
Jiaobai believed that if Qi Yilao pushed him again, he would not only be pushed away and fall to the ground, but also hit his head.
Jiaobai became anxious.
He was so anxious that his mind was in a mess and he subconsciously recited the Great Compassion Mantra.
Once, Jiaobai saw a cartoon character copying the Great Compassion Mantra for his deceased relative, so he learned to do it and could recite it by heart.
That proficiency is mixed with the same instinctive emotion.
——The Buddhist scriptures contain true feelings.
Jiaobai was sitting with his back to the sitting position, and he didn't know that the corners of Qi Yilao's bloodshot eyes suddenly twitched, and a strange, creepy light emerged in his pupils.
The poached egg has been eaten before the three minutes are up.
Jiao Bai kept chanting the Great Compassion Mantra. The leg muscles under his butt were very quiet and not aggressive, but it made him feel very uncomfortable. During the mission, he not only had to avoid being pushed away by Qi Yiliao, but also had to avoid being hit by Shen Ji.
But Shen Ji had already raised the belt in his hand, and terrifying blue veins were bulging on his forearm.
Jiaobai looked at Shen Ji, who had a ferocious expression on his face, and tears welled up in his eyes without even thinking: Old Dog Shen, if you hit me, my mission will fail and I will die.
The assistant didn't say not to cry.
Jiaobai's tears were flowing violently. He was not pretending. He was truly sad and angry.
This was the second time Shen Ji saw the puppy crying. Unlike the time in the rental house, he was not crying because of pain, but because he was afraid and begging.
Last night she seduced Lao Chu in front of him, and now she sits on A Liao's lap in front of him, challenging his bottom line again and again. Is she afraid now? Even if she is afraid, she still won't get up.
Shen Ji was furious, and the wind from the belt became stronger and stronger.
"Shen Ji!" Seeing the belt about to hit him in the face, Jiao Bai stopped chanting the Great Compassion Mantra and shouted with a hoarse voice.
The arm that Shen Ji was swinging the belt with paused.
The force and direction of the belt were affected as a result, and it just brushed Jiaobai's eyelid without hitting him.
The second mandatory mission for player Jiaobai has been completed.
Jiaobai quickly stood up from Qi Yilao's legs. His movements were so large that his ribs hurt so much that he gasped for air and could hardly stand.
At the same time, Shen Ji swung the belt again. This time, he did not hesitate at the end like the last time. He swung it hard and fiercely, directly on Jiao Bai's arm. He screamed in pain, and fell on Qi Yilao, staggering.
Shen Ji was about to swing the belt, but Qi Yiliao stopped him and said, "Old Shen, let me ask you questions first."
"Questioning?" Shen Ji looked at his old friend, who was the same height as him and whom he had known for many years. For the first time so far, he showed a cold look to him. "I teach my puppy a lesson. What does it have to do with you?"
This sentence was full of provocation, anger, disdain, and even hostility. None of these should appear between these two good friends.
Qi Yiliao frowned.
Shen Ji slammed the belt hard on the dining table, making a shocking clanging sound.
Some of the exquisite tableware was toppled over, and some fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
The cold white light was cast down, and on the fragments were reflected... the opposing figures of the two helmsmen, Nan Shen and Xi Qi.
"He's a slut, what about you?" Shen Ji pulled Jiao Bai, who was still supported by Qi Yiliao, towards himself, pinched his chin and questioned Qi Yiliao, "You let him sit on your lap?"
Qi Yiliao's temperament has been under his control over the years. There was a small accident last night, and now this happened again. It was undoubtedly worse for him and added fuel to the fire. He looked at the child who was about to faint and said to his old friend: "Calm down."
Qi Yilao, who said this, had redder eyes than Shen Ji because of his own reasons, so it was really not convincing.
Yet his posture was indeed calm.
Shen Ji threw the person in his arms away and shouted coldly to his old friend: "In Lan Yi Zhai, what did you tell me?"
Qi Yiliao pinched his aching temple and lowered his voice: "I have no interest in him."
Finally, he felt that this situation was really absurd, so in order to reassure the seriously abnormal Old Shen, he emphasized: "Not now, not in the future, and never in the future, okay?"
Shen Ji found it funny. Besides being funny, he also felt angry and helpless because his secret had been discovered. His chest rose and fell violently: "You don't need to swear this kind of oath to deal with me. You are just a dog. I will give it to you when I get tired of playing with you."
Qi Yiliao sat back in his chair: "Old Shen, you are not in the right state. I advise you to calm down and don't do anything that you will regret."
"Regrets?" Shen Ji's throat tightened, his face full of arrogance, "I never regret anything."
Jiaobai's consciousness was drifting and he was about to die, when he was suddenly slapped in the face.
In his entire life, his aunt had only beaten him twice, and he found opportunities to take revenge on her each time.
My aunt is a woman. She has not received any training and does not work out. Her strength is not on the same level as the ruthless men who have built up muscles from years of working out.
That made Jiaobai's face numb on one side, his eyes went dark, and his teeth were chattering. When he was imprisoned in Shangmingyuan, he deliberately did not trim his nails neatly in order to deal with Shen Ji. At this moment, he gripped the edge of the table, and blood was oozing out from his nails, which were also bleeding from the corners of his mouth.
Jiaobai was numb from the pain, and he looked at Shen Ji calmly.
Shen Ji suddenly woke up, and all his anger seemed to be suppressed, burning in his blood vessels. When the car accident happened, the look he saw was like a handful of snow to him, not big, not heavy, not cold, but just very unexpected.
At this moment, the young man still looked at him as he did that time, but it was like a snow mountain pressing on his heart, suddenly freezing and stiffening.
Zizania latifolia has severe dermatitis and cannot be exposed to direct sunlight. His skin is so white that it is almost transparent and very fragile.
After Shen Ji slapped him, the palm print on half of his face was shocking.
But he didn't look pained or angry, nor did he look flustered. He just looked at Shen Ji, with traces of crying on his eyelashes.
Shen Ji looked at Jiao Bai across his old friend. His breathing became heavier and heavier, and after a few moments, he looked away.
Pikachu shrank his whole body and didn't dare to raise his head.
The white cat slightly tilted its neck, which was strangled by the thin wire, and half-closed its golden eyes, as if it was watching a farce.
It was indeed a farce.
The scene before my eyes seemed to be accompanied by a voice, which said in Jiaobai's ear,
--The moment you step into this melodramatic comic, you become a part of it.
Jiaobai laughed out loud. This was the bloody part.
Okay, I get it, I want to spread some melodrama too, so go ahead, damn it.
He spat out a mouthful of hot and fishy blood, slowly stood up with the help of the table, his legs shook, and he fell to the ground unable to hold on.
That sound was actually nothing like the chair falling to the ground. Shen Ji's hand, which seemed to still be stained with Jiaobai's body temperature, began to tremble. He slapped it without thinking. At this moment, too many emotions were rumbling in his heart. The self-defense system was instantly activated, prompting him to take a half step back and turn away without looking back.
He took big steps and looked a little panicky.
Qi Yiliao looked at the messy restaurant, then lowered his head to look down at the child who was covered in old and new wounds, in a difficult situation with no chance of winning, but still full of vitality. He leaned back on the chair, tapped the table with his fingers for a while, and didn't know what he was thinking.
Two or three minutes later, the button on the corner of the table was pressed by an index finger.
Aunt Liu, who had heard the noise early in the morning and had been waiting at the corner for half a day, went over as soon as she received the order. She picked up the person on the ground without any effort at all.
This sentence is too light.
Aunt Liu couldn't guess what the person on the chair was thinking: "Sir, this..."
Qi Yilao was speechless.
Aunt Liu held her breath and made no sound.
I don't know how long it took, but an indifferent voice sounded at the dining table: "Let's put the guest room in there, call the doctor over, and inform his master of the results of the examination."
Jiaobai fainted from the pain, but he woke up not long after being unconscious.
The first thing I do when I wake up is check my activity level.
After this check, Jiao Bai was so angry that he cursed. Shen Ji's activity level dropped from 49.7 to 40, and in the blink of an eye, it dropped another 2.6.
The sharp drop in activity level shows that Shen Ji is trying to maintain order in his heart.
Shen Ji seemed to realize that something was about to get out of his control, which was something a person in a high position would never allow, so he took measures.
He is clearing himself of sexual interest in wild rice.
Jiaobai sneered and stared at the old man's activity level. He wanted to see how low his and the other's activity levels would drop.
After a while, Shen Ji's activity level dropped to 1.3 and stopped.
This means that he has cut off all the variables that affect the trajectory of his life, sorted out his emotions, and returned to his usual cold-blooded and ruthless self.
The茭白 was not at all frightened, but was very confident and calm.
Even though he himself didn't understand why he expected Shen Ji's activity level to increase again, and would increase soon.
Jiaobai looked at Qi Yiliao who was ranked first. His activity level went from 0 to 2.9.
Qi Yiliao's increase made Jiaobai very happy and surprised. He thought it was only 0.001.
It certainly wasn't his butt that did the trick.
It must be the Great Compassion Mantra.
As for more factors, Jiaobai had to wait for Qi Yilao to come to him for explanation.
Jiaobai lay on the bed, counting the sufferings that Shen Ji had made him endure. He found that there were too many to count, so he just wrote down the external injuries he had suffered.
First they kicked his legs and forced him to kneel down, then helped him put on his shoes and pressed his coccyx which had an old injury. Then, after his ribs were broken, they picked him up, dragged him on the ground, all the way to the door, and then dragged him downstairs.
Later, they stepped on his neck, pulled his hair, and threw him.
And today,
Beat him with a belt and slap him.
Shen Ji is dead.
Jiaobai thought that the old man was a dead man to him.
"Just wait for me!" I will pay you back for everything, double, no, ten times.
Jiaobai's brain was congested and his breathing was rapid. Now he hoped that Shen Er'an would follow the original plot and become a scumbag.
Because only if Shen Er'an seizes power, Shen Ji's ending will be like in the comics.
--When a man reaches middle age and falls ill, there is not even anyone to bring him water by his bed, and he has to linger on for the rest of his life.
While being reminded that his friend was online, Qi Yiliao knocked on the door and walked in.
Jiaobai breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that he knocked on the door showed that Qi Yiliao was still in good condition. At least better than when he saw him in the morning.
Sure enough, the bloodshot under Qi Yilao's eyes had faded a lot. He had just finished a shower and didn't wipe it thoroughly, so water was dripping from his temples and hair. His grey bathrobe was a little damp, vaguely outlining his sturdy physique, but giving people a strong sense of abstinence.
This is somewhat similar to the "Diya" period.
Qi Yiliao only took a few steps closer, and Jiaobai felt a chill from him. Jiaobai suspected that he had taken a cold shower, and it took a long time.
The hands hanging on both sides were pale and a little wrinkled, as if they had been soaked in cold water.
Qi Yiliao didn't get close to the bed. He stopped at a distance and said, "Xiaobai, can you talk?"
Jiaobai's voice was very dry: "Yes."
There was no hint of coercion in Qi Yiliao's tone: "Explain your behavior this morning."
Jiaobai hesitated: "Mr. Qi, do you believe in ghosts and gods?"
Qi Yilao didn't change at all.
But then the white cat opened its eyes.
Yes, I believe it!
Jiaobai carefully controlled his facial expression. This move was right and it was not a random one. He guessed in that direction based on the Zen room, the Diamond Sutra, the cemetery, the gloomy castle, and the perverted owner with an unpredictable temperament. He was definitely taking a gamble.
"I had no idea what I was doing at the time." Jiao Bai recalled, pretending to be confused and anxious, "I might be..." He fixed his eyes on Qi Yiliao and said three words with difficulty, "I was possessed by evil spirits."
Qi Yiliao grabbed the wet hair that was hanging down and said in a caring tone like a child learning: "Possessed?"
"Yeah." Jiaobai swallowed his saliva, "There is a rumor in my hometown that if a person is physically weak, he will be possessed by dirty things."
His face was very pale, as were his lips. "When Director Shen grabbed the belt and tried to hit me, I had just regained consciousness. My body couldn't move at the time, and my mind was in a mess. I cried and called his name. When I regained control of my body, I found myself sitting on your lap. I even ate your balls. I left you immediately."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Qi, I don't know why this happened." Jiaobai was embarrassed and flustered, "I've never encountered this before."
What I mean is that this happened only after I came to your place, and it has something to do with the feng shui of your house.
As for what the relationship is, you figure it out yourself.
After Jiaobai finished speaking, he lowered his eyes and waited for the result. He didn't know whether Qi Yilao believed it or not, but he didn't believe it anyway.
He never considered himself an actor.
Because an actor needs to have a strong enough sense of belief, but he doesn't have it.
If you don't believe it yourself, how can others believe it
The room was silent.
Jiaobai raised his eyelids to look at the white cat, which seemed to stretch its head forward and stare at him straight.
Qi Yiliao believed it again? ! ! !
Jiaobai turned his head to look at his cat master. Qi Yilao was still standing there, his wet hair was a little messy as if it had been torn at some point. Water marks ran down his brow bone to his jaw and fell onto his slightly rolling Adam's apple. His dark gray eyes were half closed and half open, and he looked like a corpse sinking into the deep sea, silent and motionless.
Everything seemed strange and dangerous.
Jiaobai took a small sip of air. This was a little different from what he had imagined after seeing the white cat's reaction.
I can’t say.
Jiaobai knew that Qi Yiliao was looking at him, just like the white cat.
Even if the other person didn't raise his eyes.
At this moment, Qi Yiliao walked to the bed and straightened the quilt: "So how do you feel now?"
Jiaobai said, "I'm just tired. I feel like I'm a bit neurasthenic." "Neurasthenia," Qi Yiliao leaned over, looked at him for a moment, and said softly, "I'll ask a psychiatrist to come and see you this afternoon."
Jiaobai is very calm, let's see. Can the psychiatrist tell that he is a soul from another world
"Old Shen has left for South City. I can't ask more about your relationship with him." Qi Yiliao said, "You guys handle it yourselves."
Jiaobai closed his eyes, looking helpless about the current situation. As long as he was not anxious, the old dog would be anxious.
A drop of cold liquid fell on Jiao Bai's face. Before he opened his eyes, a voice rang in his ears: "Who taught you that version of the Great Compassion Mantra?"
"What Great Compassion Mantra?" Jiaobai was at a loss. He was possessed by evil spirits at that time and had no idea.
By the way, from what Qi Yilao said, there are many versions of the Great Compassion Mantra. The other party was interested in the version he recited, so he gave him an activity level of 2.9
A few drops of water fell from Qi Yilao's hair and he wiped them away. Under his eyelids was the child's severely swollen face and his hands pressed on the quilt.
He was thin and pale, with a needle stuck in the back of his hand. The skin there was blue with purple, and there were red lines under several of the upward-turned nails on his five fingers. When he rolled up his sleeves, there was a small streak of blood from being whipped by the belt.
Qi Yiliao's temperatureless lips twitched very slightly.
Jiaobai pulled the sleeve of that hand down, seeming to feel embarrassed.
Qi Yiliao didn't seem to care about Jiaobai's little action. He turned his head and glanced at the infusion bottle: "Xiaobai, the doctor said you can't move for the time being. I'll take care of you here. I'll see what Old Shen thinks in half a month."
Jiaobai pursed his lips and said, "Thank you." He knew that his body was indeed unable to move.
"Ring the bell if you need anything." Qi Yiliao closed the door and went out. The tenderness in his eyes disappeared instantly when he saw the figure at the end of the corridor.
Zhang Zhen pushed a wheelchair over, with a bandage wrapped around his head, some scars on his face and a layer of bruises on his chin. His eyes were firm, and he was obviously prepared to be scolded.
When they were talking on the phone in the morning, he heard the chaos on the other end of his brother's phone, but he couldn't figure out what was going on. Aunt Liu didn't reveal anything when she received his call. He called Chen Yiming, but the other party simply didn't answer.
Zhang Zhen held it in until noon, and with the help of his two brothers, he left the hospital and came here.
"Third brother, wait until I finish asking you questions before you scold me." Zhang Zhen did not push the wheelchair over, leaving a safe distance, "Why did you quarrel with Mr. Shen this morning?"
Qi Yiliao did not comment: "No quarrel."
Zhang Zhen thought to himself, that’s enough.
Mr. Shen has been friends with the third brother for many years. When has he ever lost his temper with the third brother or been hostile to him
Zhang Zhen reviewed what he had heard. Director Shen's dog was being servile and sat on Third Brother's lap. The dog even seemed to call Director Shen by his name.
Director Shen was more unreasonable than ever before and had lost his mind. He was so angry that he forced the third brother to make such a ridiculous guarantee.
The third brother was also a little abnormal. He forgot to hang up the phone and only hung up later.
Zhang Zhen had no idea what happened afterwards.
Zhang Zhen saw that his third brother seemed to have heard some noise and turned to walk towards the room he had just come out of. He pushed his wheelchair closer curiously.
Jiaobai was lying on his bed, recalling the most outrageous, sadistic, and tragic comics he had ever read, tears flowing silently. He was venting the negative emotions in his heart, and he would feel better after crying.
When the reminder that his friend was online rang, he was really sad and couldn't control his emotions.
So when the door was opened from the outside and the two friends came in, all they saw was his face covered with snot and tears.
Wild rice: “…”
He had escaped social death in the morning, but now he failed to do so and died on the spot.
Zhang Zhen's heart was in turmoil. He easily recognized the young man on the bed who was crying ugly and had a badly swollen face. He also guessed that the other person was Mr. Shen's dog, Wang something.
Since he was this old, only one person has called him "little brother".
Didn’t the Shen family throw this person away like garbage a few months ago and pick up the youngest son of the Qi family? Why did the head of the family pick him up again
And special treatment.
When Director Shen came from South City, he actually brought him with him, even to Third Brother's house, and even got angry with Third Brother because of him.
This is too...
Zhang Zhen couldn't think of an accurate word to describe it, it was too horrifying.
"Azhen."
When Zhang Zhen heard his third brother's shout, he thought he was asking him to inform Aunt Liu to throw out the person who had cried so hard.
Zhang Zhen was about to go find Aunt Liu, but he heard his third brother say,
"Give him a tissue."