Nan Zhou couldn't understand that Songpa's heart was ashes.
Can't study make him feel happy
But he can still keenly perceive the changes in people's emotions.
He found that Songpa was in a low mood and looked dazed, and after thinking about it, he guessed that he probably thought he was dying.
Therefore, he switched to a tone that expressed comfort as much as possible: "It's okay. I don't want to kill you after seeing you."
Sompa: "… "
Are you saying I'm trash
There is no need to be so yin and yang.
After seeing his comfort, Songpa became more and more unhappy and lethargic. Nan Zhou was worried that he would not teach more, so he put a tissue in his hand, and planned to turn into encouraging education: "Your ghost descends very hard. good."
Sompa: "..." So the next second is yours
He sneered hard, wiped the blood from his hands with a tissue, bowed his head and said nothing, staring at his own nosebleeds on his knees, feeling that life was like a dream.
Since he was fascinated by the mysticism of descending his head, he naturally believed in the destiny.
Now, he has broken up two apprentices one after another, was choked with incense, and his craftsmanship was not good, and he was found by people to ride his face and provoke him.
He could only grieve calmly on the surface, grit his teeth, and greet his destiny with the most decent gesture possible.
Nan Zhou naturally took the blood-stained paper towel, and seeing that he was indifferent, he turned around and fiddled with his bedside table, and took out a cash cheque book from it.
Nan Zhou found a pen full of ink, and put it on his lap together with the checkbook.
Songpa raised his head and looked at him blankly.
Nan Zhou explained: "If you break someone's window glass, you will lose money."
Sompa: "… "
Nanzhou's logic system has always been rigorous.
Breaking the glass of the hotel by yourself is a reasonable means of saving lives, but at the same time, it also affects the normal business of others.
And the one who made himself make this last resort mistake was the ghost sent by Songpa.
Therefore, I have the responsibility of collecting the bills, and the one who should pay is Songpa, and the hotel does not maintain it for a long time, so it also needs to take part of the responsibility.
So he estimated a relatively reasonable number: "I don't want more, 200,000 baht."
Songpa's heart is like still water.
fuck you.
Anyway, he was already in a state of wanting to kill or slash whatever you want. Songpa signed a check for 1 million yuan with trembling fingertips, tore it off, and threw it to the ground: "Take it. Take them all."
In his life, he loves traveling and splurges, and is especially willing to spend a lot of money on research and development and increasing knowledge.
In addition to this unshakable landing place, he also has these savings on hand.
Nan Zhou looked at the amount of the cheque he threw on the ground, and was not interested. He turned a new page and handed it to him: "If you want to give us the loss fee, you don't need to give us an extra 800,000 yuan, it's over. As for the matter on your side, we will leave soon, just give us 100,000 pocket money."
These words fell in Sompa's ears, and it was a shameless expression of blackmail.
But now, what else has Songpa to say
He obediently wrote a check for 300,000 yuan and handed it to Nan Zhou. He just wanted to hurry up and have a good time.
Nan Zhou handed the check to Li Yinhang for inspection, and after asking her to confirm it was valid, he put the envelope with the ink pen and planned to hand it over to the person in charge of the hotel so that they could pick it up by themselves.
Songpa admitted that he had almost thrown away the things outside his body, so he turned pale with a bloodless face, raised his head with red eyes, and maintained his last shaky dignity, and asked, "…Is there anything else?"
"have."
Nan Zhou turned around and took out the yellow clay pot from the suitcase that was used to confuse the driver and create a parallel space: "I want to learn this."
Sompa took a deep breath, and barely managed to stabilize his blood pressure until his lung tube almost burst.
Push your nose on your face!
He had tried his best to ignore his failure.
But seeing this jar, his heart still throbbed.
This is his craft of pressing the bottom of the box, and it is his most proud masterpiece when he was 20 years old, no one.
He killed his master with this head-dropping spell, inherited the small courtyard, and took over seven or eight assassination deals before he made a fortune that was enough for him to squander.
I don't know if I should say Nanzhou chicken thief, or if I have a very discerning eye, I picked his most precious unique skills at a glance.
Sompa took a few deep breaths and thought he was completely calm.
He wasn't even afraid of death, so he couldn't pass on this trick to anyone, he could only let it rot in his stomach.
After making up his mind, he even switched to a mocking tone, leaned back, and sneered: "Aren't you very good at breaking down, I used serial drops, you can crack it, you should be very capable. "
Nan Zhou admitted his shortcomings quite modestly and sincerely, and corrected Sompa's words: "I can only defeat them at present, but I can't crack them yet."
The psychological defense that Songpa finally built up broke the defense on the spot.
He gave a twisted smile: "You want to learn?"
Nan Zhou: "Yeah."
Songpa raised his voice and said angrily, "Go dreaming!!"
Nan Zhou: "You're right, that's what I think."
Songpa snorted coldly, tried his best to control the trembling of his legs, and closed his eyes.
He believes that if he refuses to cooperate, he is doomed.
But he didn't wait for death to come.
The process of waiting for death was torturous, he managed to muster up his courage and let out his breath like a ball, the cold sweat dripping down his eyelids made his eyelids sore and heavy, and an impulse made him want to open his eyes and see. See what Nanzhou is waiting for.
When he squinted slightly to look at Nan Zhou in the thunderous heartbeat, Nan Zhou shot himself without warning.
His fingertips had a bit of fresh scratches that had been bitten, and the blood was not dry. According to the lines, he had filled up the damaged part of the original jar.
After reading Sompa's spell notes, he could roughly identify what each component of the sanctuary pattern on the jar meant.
After taking the blood from the jar for his own use, Nan Zhou used a tissue with Songpa's nosebleed to point it to his Tianling cover.
Songpa's white eyes almost rolled into the Tianling cover, and the whole person immediately fell down without a sound.
The normal space in front of him seemed to be dripped with a drop of ink, and a large swathe of beautiful colors smeared out.
The surrounding scenery was dyed and shattered, and it was obviously still the same real scene, but in it, everyone knew that it was different.
The abandoned Suchala Night Market is indeed a good place. There is no one who can influence it for several kilometers.
Nanzhou can study hard in this stagnant time and space.
In this small space-time domain, Nan Zhou moved Songpa, who was stiff and rolled his eyes, out of bed and placed it on a rattan chair. After thinking about it, he took out a pillow from the closet and gave it to him. Headed up.
After arranging him properly, Nan Zhou said to Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang, "You can clean up a place to sleep first. I'll watch it for a while."
Li Yinhang responded, took out a clean quilt, and made the bed carefully.
She didn't know that a few days ago on this bed, there was a head descendant who had enlightened Nan Zhou and was shot by Nan Zhou at a distance, so she was busy and calm, without any psychological shadow.
Jiang Fang gently touched his shoulder: "Don't be too tired."
Nan Zhou held the jar with the light of studying in his eyes: "Well, I'll go to bed early."
The bed is a big bed with extra sheets, which is almost as soft as a hotel.
Li Yinhang slept against the wall, and a curtain was temporarily added in the middle to easily separate a bed.
Jiang Fang slept in the middle of the bed, staring at the back of Nan Zhou sitting in front of the stage, bowing his head to study, and sketching the pattern, and his heart was extraordinarily peaceful.
... As if they had already walked out of "Gravity" at this time, and Nan Zhou had found a teaching job outside. When preparing lessons at night, he did not forget to coax him to fall asleep early.
This looks like a home.
A term that Jiang Fang had long abandoned behind him and dared not think about it.
After nearly two hours of study, Nan Zhou silently reached out and turned off the light.
In this different space where time is stagnant, the temperature is still different from the outside world, cold.
Nan Zhou walked over to the bed with a chill in his body, but he didn't rush into the quilt, but delayed for a while, rubbing his palms and arms to warm up, and then gently lifted the quilt and slipped in like a cat. He was afraid that the cold air would be passed on to Jiang Fang.
When he lay down peacefully, Jiang Fang stretched out his fingertips and touched his cold nose and lips.
Nan Zhou turned his face to the side and whispered, "Did I wake you up?"
Jiang Fang hugged him naturally, buried his face on his shoulder, and said softly, "I'm dreaming."
Nan Zhou: "What?"
Jiang Fang showed weakness appropriately: "I will take you home in my dream. My parents are both here."
Nan Zhou blinked.
He didn't know what a normal parent should look like, and he didn't feel like he was disgusting, so he didn't worry about being disliked by the second elder.
After thinking for a while, he asked earnestly, "Then what gift should I bring to my parents?"
After going out, they can go to see Jiang Fang's parents together.
What gift to bring to the grave is also a matter for Nan Zhou to carefully consider, and it can be prepared from now on.
Jiang Fang didn't answer, but just hugged him with a delicate sweetness in his heart.
Nan Zhou didn't have to ask for an answer. He just kept his body temperature close to Jiang Fang, feeling very comfortable and at ease.
The two hugged each other and just slept.
They took root in the fantasy world.
Of course, every 12 hours in this space, there will be a sense of instability and shaking, and it looks like it is about to collapse.
At this time, Nan Zhou would cast a spell, causing Songpa to bleed some nosebleeds and continue the spell.
With predecessors planting trees, of course, future generations will enjoy the shade.
After about ten days, Nan Zhou finally studied this space-type head down.
One night ten days later, Nan Zhou prepared the meal and woke up Songpa, who had rolled his eyes for ten days, thinking about expressing his gratitude to him.
Facing Songpa who was as angry as a gossamer and his face as golden paper, Nan Zhou said honestly, "Thank you. I learned it."
Sompa: "… "
He rolled his eyes with a genuine roll of eyes, and passed out without dignity.
This time he took the initiative.
While he was in a coma, the three of Nan Zhou did not waste time, took a taxi and returned to the hotel to deliver the check.
When Jiang Fang entered the hotel, found the boss's room, and slipped the thin envelope containing the check quietly into the door, Nan Zhou stood outside the hotel, holding a small piece of pandan leaf egg and burning it, eating at a constant speed.
At the corner of the street, he caught a glimpse of a figure passing by.
Much like Shao Mingzhe.
… is he still here
Looking at him in a hurry, he seemed to be eager to find something around here.
Nan Zhou slowly chewed the fragrant egg burnt in his mouth. When he thought of his first encounter with Shao Mingzhe, he was the only exposed eye under the tight wrapping.
Fierce, alert, but with a touch of inexplicable familiarity.
As for why he was familiar, Nan Zhou couldn't tell.
…
Songpa, who woke up again, welcomed Nan Zhou, who returned to continue her studies.
This time, Sompa was numb.
Destroy it, hurry up.
He leaned on the bed weakly, and verbally taught the secret method of lowering his head one by one, and he no longer had any secrets.
Anyway, Nan Zhou can learn in an instant, everything is empty, why bother with attachment.
During the 12-day class, on the night of a full moon one day, Nan Zhou missed a day of class, and Songpa didn't notice anything.
The overly weak Sompa was leaning against the head of the bed, his face blue-grey.
He knew that even if he was lucky enough to survive in Nan Zhou's hands, he would be seriously ill.
In the future, he really wants to become a monk.
The dry head teacher is boring.
It's boring to be a human being.
In this dungeon, Nanzhou and the others rarely ended the task ahead of schedule, but naturally spent a fulfilling and enjoyable 12-day academic summer camp.
In front of Songpa, whose face was empty, Nanzhou and the others accepted the teleportation calmly.
It was probably because he had been stimulated too much these days. Seeing this miracle came, Sompa couldn't even lift his strength to be surprised.
…they just want to be happy.
At the same time, Nanzhou and the others heard the sweet sound of the customs clearance.
[Congratulations to the "Li Fang Ark" team for completing the dungeon "Evil Fall", and each won 2,500 points! 】
[Congratulations to the "Lifang Ark" team, the "Flying Immortals" team, and player Shao Mingzhe for successfully surviving within the 12-day game time limit, completing the achievement "Devil's Art", and earning 1,000 points each! 】
[Congratulations to the "Lifang Ark" team, the "Flying Immortals" team, and player Shao Mingzhe, the survival rate reached 100, and each received 1,000 points! 】
[The exploration degree of the current mission main line of the "Cube Ark" team has reached 100. The completion degree is 100, which can be judged as the perfect S level! 】
[DiDi-S-level reward is 1000 points each and any random item, the item will be sent to each player's backpack within three days~]
[Please choose to leave the instance within three minutes—]
It was too late to complain about the upright team name of the couple's "Flying Immortals". Li Yinhang, who was extremely sensitive to numbers, was the first to find out what was wrong: "This..."
Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang looked at each other.
… indeed.
In the current dungeon with the lowest comprehensive difficulty, [Xiao Ming's Daily Life] with a difficulty level of 6, the basic points obtained for customs clearance are 2000 points.
Now, why did they get 2500 points in the dungeon of difficulty level 3
Jiang Fang took out the dice and shook it again.
In the face of the number "7" that appeared, the three of them fell silent in unison.
While they were still thinking about why dungeons had fully automatic upgrades, it was time for their teleportation.
So, they temporarily chose "Rust City" as the teleportation point.
When the teleportation ended, what caught their eyes once again shocked Li Yinhang.
They stayed in the copy for a full 12 days.
And a semi-finished base station built to a height of more than ten meters stands in the southeast corner of the "rust capital".
Before... Did this building exist here