Xuan Ji's face is of the "thick and durable" type, so he usually doesn't show his emotions, but in comparison, other parts of his body are a bit "cut corners". This time, his face was not red, but blood was leaking from his neck to the earlobe .
As the supreme ruler of the feudal society, Sheng Lingyuan didn't bring a bunch of beauties to beat his back and shoulders when he took a bath. He was already a relatively simple and decent emperor.
He turned his head in surprise, and found that Xuan Ji met his gaze, and subconsciously took a step back, bumping into the wardrobe, looking like a cub who was miserably molested. He was not a good guy, but when he noticed Xuan Ji's embarrassment, he immediately thought of making fun of him, and smiled maliciously. Sheng Lingyuan deliberately lowered his voice, and asked, "Why, you are afraid of water?"
His body seems to have gotten used to the quick repair process after being damaged. After pulling out those deadly "wires", his face suddenly softened a lot. The chill in the bathroom was also blown away by the hot air from the air conditioner. , With such a smile, the dejected look around him was immediately washed away, and he was ready to cheat at any time, which made his teeth itch.
Xuan Ji: "..."
Get used to him!
Xuan Ji withdrew the iron chain on the shower, and the chain bounced back into the palm of his hand. Opposite the bathroom is the closet and the small bar, so he simply leaned against the closet, grabbed a can of beer from the refrigerator in the small bar, and drank the beer with the handsome boy while saying, "Your Majesty , then you have to accept the baptism of the values of our new society—you have hands and feet, and you are quite a grown man, don’t you feel ashamed to ask others to help you with daily trivial matters such as eating, drinking, and messing around?”
"Well," Sheng Lingyuan picked up the shower that he left behind, tested the water temperature, and turned the faucet to the cold water side, calmly, not caring about anyone watching, "Why am I ashamed?"
Xuan Ji's throat was a little itchy, so he took a sip of cold beer, and the five of them said: "You exploiting classes in the old society, oppressing the working people, and basing your happiness on the suffering of others, don't you deserve to be ashamed? There are so many noble spiritual pursuits in the world, but you indulge in material enjoyment every day, are extravagant and pretentious, is it plausible? Besides, everyone is equal, so why should others serve you?"
"There is food, there is a duty, and there is something to ask for." Sheng Lingyuan answered him without stumbling, "You live in this room, do you have to make your own bed and sweep the floor?"
Xuan Ji said indifferently: "Oh, then I didn't receive your salary, so don't call me around."
Sheng Lingyuan guessed what "salary" meant in a second, and pointed at the tip of his hair leisurely: "Well, tell me, what do you want, in case I have it."
This person is just looking for someone to wash his hair, isn't it too limitless
The corner of Xuan Ji's eyes twitched, feeling that the quality of beer in this dilapidated hotel was not good, and he choked his throat: "Your Majesty, only those who are injured, sick, disabled, or otherwise unable to take care of themselves need to be taken care of by others. Which category do you belong to?"
Before he finished speaking, Sheng Lingyuan lifted the shower head up in order to wash his hair, and the new injury on his chest was affected by the lifting of his arm. His movements froze, and although he didn't say anything, he took a slight breath.
Xuan Ji: "..."
Oh, he belongs to "Hurt".
In an instant, Xuan Ji's temper just now dissipated, and he had no choice but to resign himself to his fate by rolling up his cuffs and trousers, turning up the air conditioner a few degrees, and walking into the bathroom.
Although he knew that the other party blocked that blow for him, it was only because of Chi Yuan, not because of himself, but who would let someone hurt him because of him
Xuan Ji took the shower from Sheng Lingyuan, touched the bathtub with her tense chin, and looked only above his shoulders without looking at any insults: "Let's talk about it first, I will take care of washing your hair."
I don't know how the shampoo workers in the barber shop work... Maybe it's because they face too many heads every day and have become numb, but for Xuan Ji, who has "unknown preferences", at this moment, it's hard for him not to be distracted.
In this era when the hero and heroine in the first chapter of the novel wish to "run with the ball", many things are open and a little boring, everyone is busy with study and work, and likes to go straight to the point in everything. Kidney”, after the walk, they will take a break, or sit together to calculate each other’s family fortune and look forward to the future, like two accountants who have a long talk.
Many subtle aesthetics are lost, and "ambiguous" has become a derogatory term.
In Xuan Ji's view, there are two most subtle and ambiguous places on the human body, one is the hands, and the other is the hair. Since ancient times, "green silk" has been connected with "love silk", and there has long been a saying of "hair knotting". A person's hair will give him the illusion that he is directly touching the thousands of thoughts of the other party... Especially Sheng Lingyuan's hair is long and thick, soaked in water, and entangled in countless threads between his fingers, it is too charming .
Of course, Xuan Ji also admitted that this is just his personal secret complex, which is not widely accepted by social etiquette, otherwise the "Tony teachers" would not be able to do their jobs. So it's even more irritating because he's the only one embarrassed.
"I said, Your Majesty," Xuan Ji tried to desensitize herself, "You hire a shampooer, and don't you check other people's sexuality?"
Sheng Lingyuan raised his head from the bathtub and lazily raised his eyelids: "What?"
"Sexual orientation... This word may be too trendy for you ancients, it's just..." Xuan Ji hesitated for a while, and carefully chose a euphemistic and easy-to-understand statement, "In most cases, the object... marriage is A man and a woman, although there are some people who prefer other combinations besides men and women, such as…”
Sheng Lingyuan: "How good is Longyang?"
Xuan Ji: "..."
After he paused, he couldn't help laughing again. Also, during the scuffle period, rituals and music were broken, and Sheng Lingyuan had never seen anything. Except for hard-core technologies such as airplanes, cannons and atomic bombs, there is nothing in this world that can make His Majesty feel trendy.
Sheng Lingyuan asked again: "What about you?"
"My situation is a bit complicated," Xuan Ji cleared his throat, "I'm more 'broad-spectrum', so in order not to be unclear, I don't develop friendships with other men who go to the bathhouse together... Uh, you know I'm Say something?"
Sheng Lingyuan glanced at him inexplicably, and Xuan Ji keenly read a sentence from his face - what does that have to do with me
Xuan Ji: "..."
By the way, this bunch of corrupt feudal nobles used to use maids, and ran naked in front of a row of big girls, and I didn't see any of them being embarrassed.
The evil old society is really shameless!
The class conflicts finally dispelled Qisi, and Xuan Ji's "heart ape" who had arisen for no reason just ran away on the "Yi Ma" and devoted himself to doing hair washing.
After another half an hour, Xuan Ji not only had no distracting thoughts in his mind, but also wanted to shave His Majesty bald - this hair is too difficult to wash!
The water pressure in the upper floors of the hotel is not enough, and the water flow of the shower is not enough. His hair has to be rinsed for a long time just because it is soaked in water. The stingy hotel provided each room with travel-size toiletries, and there was not enough shampoo at all, so Xuan Ji had to mix face wash and body wash... all together, and rubbed them indiscriminately.
What's more wicked is that there is no shampoo stool in the small bathroom, so Xuan Ji can only bend over for more than half an hour. After bending over for more than half an hour, he feels that his whole body has become "straight". He couldn't bear it, so he stood up and moved , picked up the beer can that had just been put aside.
Before he had time to put it in his mouth, the father who was about to fall asleep in the bathtub suddenly opened his eyes and asked him a soul question.
"I forgot to ask," Sheng Lingyuan said, "what's your name?"
Xuan Ji: "..."
Did he pour beer on this guy's face? Or push this pissed off head into the bathtub
"Take the word 'Xuanji'," Sheng Lingyuan didn't seem to understand the gnashing of teeth in his answer, and asked again, "How did you remember this name?"
It may be that Sheng Lingyuan has already drawn out the calendar, and he feels that there is no need to hide the details, or it may be that half a can of beer speeds up his heart rate and lowers his defenses. Xuan Ji was silent for a while, and replied: "I didn't do it myself."
He turned on the shower again and washed away the foam from Sheng Lingyuan's hair: "We Fire Keepers, we have no father or mother, we were born in front of the dead body of our predecessor, where did we get our name? This is... a false identity - Ten years ago, Border Town On Panshan Road, the county seat under its jurisdiction, a boy was about to go to the university to report. His father drove him to the train station with a flat tire. I stopped the car and didn't let the car roll down the cliff. I found a place to dig out the people in the car, and gave the father who was driving the breath... The child couldn't be saved, he was in the back seat when the car rolled over, and he wasn't wearing a seat belt , bumped your head, and it was gone at that time.”
"At that time, I was not very familiar with mortals. I looked around the barren mountains and wild mountains, and I didn't know where to send the father and son, so I pinched a handful of Chiyuan soil that I carried with me, and put it in In the child's ears—the Chiyuan soil is the soil in our Fire Keeper's altar, where the Chiyuan fire was completely extinguished at the end, and put into the ears of the person who had just died, and he could hear part of the memory of his life, but how much he heard, What you hear depends on your luck. I want to know where I can turn for help around here, but I didn’t hear it, and I heard a bunch of trivial things.”
Things at home, at school, longing for the future, and the melancholy of being separated from the girl he had a crush on, all the fresh youth poured into his ears, and then dissipated with the body temperature and wind, making people feel like Envy, but also regret.
Sheng Lingyuan asked: "Borrowing a corpse to return the soul?"
"No," Xuan Ji came back to his senses, "Close your eyes, flush the water—I don't like wearing other people's corpses. I buried them, and I used a little blindfold."
Graduating high school and going to school is a major turning point in life, especially for children who go to school in other places. After one semester, their personality and living habits will change a bit. Family members will not care too much. It is normal to feel strange with former friends. Logically, he became a "person" with ins and outs, and the people from the Different Control Bureau have not found any problems with his resume so far.
Sheng Lingyuan listened to the sound of water flowing past his ears, and asked strangely: "Ten years ago? Although you are still young, it is not only ten years since you were born—I think this place is in order, and the old, young, women and children have no fear when they go out alone sooner or later. , it must be a long time since the peace, you said you were born in... what kind of wartime, it should not be in the last few decades... Ugh!"
"Okay, wash it up," Xuan Ji threw a towel on His Majesty's face, "Please do the rest yourself, I'm exhausted."
At this moment, the room service for delivering breakfast came, and Xuan Ji avoided this problem by answering the door.
"When we were catching the devil in Dongchuan Forest Park, the mysterious phone call to Gu Yuexi was the number of the General Administration's dispatching room." In the afternoon, after a short rest, Wang Ze went to the hospital with Xuan Ji. Visiting Xiao Zheng, who was struck by lightning, "The problem was that there was no one in the chief dispatching room at the time, and the chief dispatcher's father Xiao was still on the scene—Director Xuan, you didn't sleep for a while when you went back, why are you yawning so much?"
Xuan Ji replied with a tired face: "Don't mention it, I was arrested as a strong man and worked as a coolie all morning."
Wang Ze was at a loss.
Xuan Ji shook her head, and asked again: "Has anyone approached, what about 'special monitoring'?"
The monitoring system used by the Alien Control Bureau is not an ordinary system, and can capture a variety of abnormal energy bodies, even ghost shadows.
"No," Wang Dui said, "I have had someone check all the monitoring."
Xuan Ji took a cigarette, stood at the door of the hospital and smoked silently before saying, "Have you checked Gu Yuexi's cell phone?"
"Mobile phone?" Team Wang was taken aback, "The one that exploded? Take it back and let the technicians analyze it. What's wrong?"
Xuan Ji didn't say a word - there are two problems here, one is that the timing of the call was too coincidental, just when A Luojin was trapped by the formation. If the mastermind behind the scenes is not able to predict the future, then it can only be... He "sees" the situation at that time through some method.
The second is, gloomy sacrificial text, can it really be remotely controlled by radio? If so, it would be too heaven-defying.
"You mean, something was attached to Gu Yuexi's cell phone at that time, following us all the way!" Wang Dui suddenly opened his eyes wide, "No, Yuexi is my man, and he has been in 'Fengshen One' for seven or eight years. , she can't have a problem."
Xuan Ji didn't speak.
Bi Chunsheng has been in the Different Control Bureau for more than 20 years.
"That's not right!" Team Wang said, "Without her, your formation would not have been successful. If she really had a problem, why first help and then dismantle it? Isn't it troublesome?"
This is true.
Xuan Ji stubbed out the cigarette butt in the trash can: "Then let her think about it carefully, who has touched the phone, and whether there is any special software installed in it-go, I heard that Lao Xiao was struck by lightning and got a 'Teddy Roll' ’, let’s take a tour first.”
"Hey, that's right," Team Wang caught up with him in two steps, "One more thing, Director Xuan, I don't know how your logistics department stipulates, but our security department is like this, if your special ability or special weapon appears Mutation, you have to file an official report for the record—your sword spirit has just emerged, so what does it have to do with you now? What are your plans?"