As soon as Arecio got home, he headed straight for the lunatic vegetable patch. The neuropathy is very kind to his vegetables, and usually he will come to observe and take care of them after work, but this kindness does not affect eating the vegetables.
"Ruzius!" Arecio shouted from behind the fence, "Have you finished picking the tomatoes? I have something to ask..."
Arecio silently muted his voice. He saw U, like a hard worker, shuttled through the fields, while the neurotic cut off tomatoes one by one in a leisurely manner. He didn't even need to bend down. to the basket.
"… "
As expected of a neuropathy that restores all memory! Like a black-hearted landlord without a conscience!
"What's the matter?" The saint asked calmly, without the slightest sense of guilt for enslaving a poor kitten.
"Have you been to Beizhu City? How much do you know about the emperor of the Eastern Branch?"
The sage's tomato-cutting hand paused, he straightened up, and looked at Arecio.
"Why are you suddenly curious about the Emperor?"
Arecio briefly explained my recent situation, the saint's expression did not seem to have changed much, as if he had known it for a long time.
"He's just gradually remembering it," said the saint.
"Remember... come?"
"Yes, I didn't tell you before, you and I are not the only resuscitators in this world. The form of resuscitation is not uniform. The two of us came back together with our bodies and souls. This is the most normal way to get God's assistance. ."
Arecio thought of Theo.
"Nancio..."
"He should have come back halfway, because you don't feel him..." The saint showed an expression that looked ordinary, but in fact was almost discriminatory, "Don't you think he suddenly became cowardly and smart?"
"… "
Yes, it is!
"The one remaining resuscitator is me."
This news made Arecio a little shocked. He couldn't see the shadow of tens of thousands of years ago on me. Even the resuscitator probably has no previous memory.
"Now, when the two pillars stand up, as the guardian of the perch, he is gradually getting stronger, and his memory will gradually recover. Don't worry, there is no harm in it, as long as he can survive the recovery of his memory. ."
This time, Arecio was silent for a while, then suddenly asked another question.
"You sound like you know my situation very well, as well as the Dongfang Branch. You went to Beizhu City 10,000 years ago..." He raised his eyes, "Why?"
The saint laughed softly.
"On the surface, I am a member of the temple, to carry out the plan to destroy the last pillar, and behind the scenes..."
"I made a deal with Peregrine... a traitor to the Temple."
"Deal?" Arecio immediately asked, "What deal?"
He saw the smile in the saint's eyes widen, as if waiting for his question. Ruzius wiped it with a red tomato, then opened the gate and came to Arecio's side.
He put the tomato in Arecio's hand and replied softly in his ear.
"Protecting your deal, of course."
Arecio's ears burned, and he hurriedly turned his head to widen the distance between the two. As a result, before he did so, the saint had calmly walked into the room and seemed to be preparing dinner.
Only the dark red ripe tomato remained in Arecio's hands.
In fact, neuropathy did not directly answer his question. Arecio held the tomato and thought so. The soft voice of the neuropathy just now seemed to be still lingering in his ears. The tip of his ear was hot and itchy. The itching spread to the tip of his fangs. Arecio had to lick his fangs and directly bite his hand. of tomatoes.
The rich pale red juice filled his mouth in an instant, and he stood outside, taking a bite at the tip of his ear, and finished eating the whole tomato.
This tomato caused Arecio's dinner to be suffocating.
He lay flat on the sofa and brushed his brain, still a little angry in his heart. The neuropathy didn't tell him what the deal was, so he went to stare at the trumpet that he discovered. At the time of the limited sale of new peripherals authorized by Arecio, this account named "The Sparrow of the Huaijing" is full of hoarse Amway atmosphere.
@華京之嚴: Sisters! For Sisi! Duck! ! ! [Cat Cat Sprint.jpg]
The replies at the bottom are basically "follow the wife", "even if it's my wife, I won't give in an inch" and so on.
The neuropathy called sisters is so skilled!
#You never know who you call sisters to each other#
Arecio raised his eyes and saw that the neuropathy was washing the dishes in a stable manner, and he knew that it must have been set for a scheduled transmission, and the time of the scheduled transmission had scattered seconds, making it look like it was sent directly.
Arecio looked at the link, the rush started on the hour, and in a few minutes, he looked at the neuropathy who was sorting the food in the refrigerator.
Why not grab the neuropathy? What if the limited-edition merchandise sells out
However, the neuropathy was still cleaning the table steadily at the hour.
Arecio was a little confused. He had already determined that the Sparrow with Whispering was a psychotic trumpet, but in such a period of panic buying, how could a neurotic not grab it? Is it because the neuropathy does not usually buy peripherals? But before there was a Weibo of the cat sprint...
Arecio is really confused, he doesn't understand the brain circuits of neurosis. Of course, if he knew there was a service called "shopping on behalf of people", he would not be so confused now, and there would be no future...
Arecio was still thinking about it, he decided to give the neurotic a ladder to try it out. What if the neurotic forgot to snap up the time? Wouldn't it be necessary to beat the chest in the end
He is so considerate!
@arecio: forwarding the dynamic. [Link]
Arecio thought about it when he heard the light brain on the side of the neuropathy, it was the sound effect of special attention, Arecio hesitated for a while, and also gave the neuropathy a special attention. Only he himself knew about the special concern. He thought he could hide it for at least a while, but the next second—
"Ding dong dong!"
The saint glanced at the content forwarded by Arecio, seemed to raise his eyes to look at Arecio, showed a little smile, and immediately forwarded it without hesitation. At the same time, the special attention sound effect sounded on Arecio's light brain, Arecio... Arecio slammed his head on the table!
insidious! So insidious!
"Hmm, special attention?"
"… "
Arecio refused to speak to him again!
So no matter whether they are buying peripherals or not, those who pay attention to both of them will be astonished to see that the master forwarded the peripheral links. After a short silence, the people who eat melons are collectively boiling!
The surroundings are so meaningful! Absolutely must be fried!
In less than a minute, the huge limited number is completely zero!
The manufacturer who undertakes this peripheral never dreamed of such a result, and the backstage technicians stared at the sales figures in amazement. Obviously, many models have been released before, and they are also very popular, but this time it is completely the result of the propaganda of the main owner!
The manufacturer who undertook it couldn't figure out why the two would take the initiative to promote the surrounding area. He couldn't imagine that Arecio regretted it now!
He didn't take advantage of it, he lost his brain and stopped playing with the neuropathy. Can't he play games!
After finishing the housework, the saint picked up the light brain to study the peripheral link that Arecio suddenly forwarded. He switched to his account of the sparrow with thorns and stared at the last regularly sent news for a long time.
Arecio probably already knew, but he couldn't be sure.
He switched back to his large interface again, staring at the news forwarded from Arecio.
It's also very easy to try, I should say, very, very easy.
The first step is to get a material.
He took out a small winter jujube from the fruit and vegetable basket and walked towards Arecio. Arecio was already immersed in the game, but he was still basically vigilant about his arrival.
"Is something wrong?"
"Well, give me your hand."
Arecio paused the game and looked at him suspiciously.
What kind of shit is this trying to do
Although he was a little wary, he looked at the hand that the neuropathy stretched out to him, and he hesitantly stretched out his own hand. The neuropathy held his hand, no pranks, no strange things, just glanced at it unintentionally, and put the green and red winter jujube into his palm.
Arecio: "???"
Such a serious request, just to give him a date? are you crazy!
He continued to play the game while complaining about the neuropathy in his heart. After a while, the neuropathy received a communication, as if there was something to go back to the nursery center. He greeted Arecio. Arecio was staring at the big screen, and he heard the words and responded twice unconsciously. When he got through the customs and regained his senses, he found that the neuropathy had been gone for almost three hours.
so long
Arecio stood up and moved his body, and his light brain vibrated faintly. This was his special setting, which was specially designed to prompt the update of the epic team's personal site.
Arecio clicked in, and at first glance saw the new work of the sparrow with thorns, the division is... the right half of the adult area!
With a "Boom", Arecio felt that his head was about to burn!
He circled the room a few times, crouched on the top of the cat climbing frame and thought for a while, then went to pick up the cat food in the U rice bowl (U:???), and finally regained his calm.
He took a deep breath and opened the page.
Unexpectedly, this is not an overly revealing picture, on the contrary, there is almost no nudity, and Arecio in the painting does not even show his face. He was clothed in the robe of a saint, buried in the bosom of a saint, his ears were crimson, and although his clothes were messy, they were generally intact, and the same was true of the saint. This kind of picture is in the right half, a place where Arecio would not dare to come easily. At first glance, it is completely clear water, but—
hand.
Bare outside the saint's cloak, his hand.
There is a bite mark on the side of the index finger, the fingertip looks crystal clear with water, and the finger pulp is stained with spots...
Arecio suddenly put down his brain, he couldn't watch any more, he...
However, when he looked up like this, he saw the jujube stone that he had already gnawed cleanly on the table.
"… "
on purpose! Neurosis is intentional! Deliberately looking at his hands for reference, deliberately making excuses to leave the drawing, deliberately drawing this kind of partition map, everything is telling him—
[I know you already know my hidden identity.]
[but-]
[So what?]