Li Manyun, Anping, and Complaining Tong walked out of the bathroom first. Complaining boy has evolved, his skin has transitioned from blue-black to slightly black, and the cracks on his face have disappeared a lot.
Cen Jin glanced at Li Manyun and suddenly asked, "You have evolved too?"
Li Manyun was stunned for a moment, then said: "I don't know very well."
She didn't follow Wei Wei, the recipes tended to be human, and the gloomy and strange temperament on her body became weaker day by day. Later, she studied scriptures with some Wei Wei in Wei Town. She has a unique view on the interpretation of Mahayana Buddhism, and her breath is getting worse day by day. Peaceful, a small red mole grows between the eyebrows, like a small Guanyin.
Cen Jin was puzzled and thought to check it out later.
The people who came out next were Xindong, Baimu, Daoyouming, and Gothic male, and then there were some human-like white coats and ghosts disguised as shadows. They said that they wanted to go to a human school to learn scriptures, and only when they came back could they be better. Good to teach other weirdness.
Li Manyun Sanxiao only heard the words, his whole body was stiff, and his face was bitter.
Cen Jin turned a blind eye, thinking coldly that if jade is not cut, he can't make a weapon. He heard the grunting sound, followed the sound, and found that it was a copper bell with black briquettes on his body trying to act as the tenth place to travel and play.
At this time, it was discovered that the two small eyes were sweating coldly.
Cen Jin fiddled with them back with his toes: "You don't look good, you can't go out."
The copper bell head exploded, "Why! You discriminate against us for being ugly!!"
The black briquettes barked their teeth and protested in a low voice: "I didn't understand the structure of the Kunlun Copper City at all. How to clean up the small parts? I took this opportunity to go out and learn new knowledge."
The goth man interjected: "What knowledge? Knowledge of sewers?"
The black briquettes raised their heads, wanting to refute but had nothing to say, because it could only pass through sewers and repair parts, the latter had no chance to play yet.
Cen Jin: "Okay, it's a rare opportunity to come out this time. Since other weirdos give you the opportunity, I'm not against it. In this way, buy a basketball back, put a copper bell in it as a fake basketball, and black coal balls as a backpack hanger. Jewelry, don't run around, and don't scare others."
The copper bell and the black briquettes jumped up and down with joy, and jumped into the arms of Li Manyun and the complaining boy and cheered.
Cen Jin looked at the other strangely and said, "I will take the children to play. If you have some change, go and familiarize yourself with modern human society. Remember to come back at twelve o'clock in the evening."
Baimu and Daoyouming needless to say, they have saved a lot of change by working outside for many years. Xindong, Ghost Shadow, and White Coat all borrowed money from the Gothic man, who asked Cen Jin to help him exchange for gold, so he didn't worry about money.
After some of the precautions were told, everyone dispersed and went to gain insight.
Cen Jin took a lot of effort to disguise the copper bell and black briquettes, and was about to go out with the three little ones, when he heard a knock on the door, and when he opened it, it turned out to be Ding Baiqing.
Ding Baiqing's long hair is braided into a loose braid and hangs on the left shoulder. A small silver hair accessory is tied at the end of her hair. Two leaf-shaped tassels dangle as she walks. The upper body is hidden inside a round neck T-shirt. A cyan shirt, khaki trousers, and a gold-trimmed prototype glasses on his face.
The elegant and mature Hong Kong style dress shocked Cen Jin's pupils.
"Is something wrong with you?"
"I'm going to open the door to attract customers." Ding Baiqing pushed down his glasses with his index finger and said with a smile, "In order to make you willing to take out the equivalent value from your pocket, I will provide you with high-quality service from now on."
Huang Mao drooped his eyelids: "I refuse, can you not follow?"
"Of course not." Ding Yiqing looked at him strangely and said, "How can you have the right to refuse? Don't forget my customized customer civilization code, minus half and half."
He really took out a customer civilization code out of thin air, and swung it half a meter long.
Huang Mao didn't even look at it, stretched out his index finger and pushed it away silently, clapping numbly: "Everyone welcomes Ding Baiqing with me."
The five little ones were silent, already numb.
Ding Yiqing: "The first rule of customer civilization, don't call me by name."
Huang Mao: "Boss Ding."
Ding Yiqing: "There's no need to be so polite and distant."
Huang Mao: "Why not?"
Ding Baiqing smiled and said, "Didn't I join you all?"
Huang Mao looked tangled and inexplicable: "...Brother?"
Ding Baiqing's expression was sluggish for a moment, and soon his smile deepened. While responding, he pulled Huang Mao out of the room, letting the five little ones come out, and then closed the door: "Where are you going?"
Huang Mao was quite shocked. He was just trying, but Ding Baiqing responded shamelessly. Didn't he think about the age difference between them? He was ashamed to admit it.
Originally, there was Ding Baiqing, and the five little ones didn't dare to be presumptuous, but they really rarely came out to play.
Li Manyun is okay. He has gone to study, but Tongtong and Tong Lingtou haven't been out for thousands of years. Black briquettes have only been to the sewers of other people's neighborhoods since he became aware of it. He didn't dare to play in crowded places. I've been to the playground, and I'm more reserved.
But when they entered the most prestigious amusement park to play, one or two gradually went crazy, pulling Cen Jin's hand from side to side, and sometimes ran out excitedly, but returned to Cen Jin's side after a while.
It seems that there is still some fear of human beings, and he does not dare to be too far away from Cen Jin.
Ding Baiqing always followed behind them, keeping a low profile like a spirit behind them, almost no one noticed him.
In terms of his appearance, it was unusual for him not to be noticed by passers-by. Cen Jin was sure that he had done some tricks to keep others from paying attention.
This is good, otherwise he would not only be embarrassed to walk beside him, but also easily reveal the identities of the five little ones.
Played until three or four in the afternoon, most of the projects were finished, and the five little ones finally showed their exhaustion, so Cen Jin took them out to eat, and the expensive scenic meals were not even thought of.
Buying children's favorite meals for children, and taking them to buy clothes and toys. During this period, the copper bell head took a fancy to a hat, and he was so excited that he swayed around, and accidentally rolled into the middle of the lively road, just in front of a car accident. .
A bystander in the front row of the car accident touched the head of the copper bell, thinking that someone had been knocked off, and screamed in fright. The sound of braking, running and screaming mixed together, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
Cen Jin slipped in, grabbed the copper bell head secretly, and ran away. When the police came to interrogate him, he found out that the car accident was just a scratch, and no one was injured.
At more than six o'clock, the dense billboards and light signs on the street are all lit, the pedestrians are dense, the voices are noisy, and a kind of lively and unique market culture emerges spontaneously.
Cen Jin's hands were full of shopping bags, and out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Ding Baiqing, who kept a certain distance behind him and kept a leisurely posture, so he looked back at him: "Family, can you do me a favor?"
Ding Baiqing looked back, looked at the shopping bag handed in front of him, raised two fingers to fiddle with it: "Why?"
Cen Jin reminded: "Promise good quality service."
Ding Baiqing smiled: "I don't have this item on my list of premium services."
"So the 'quality' of quality service is yours, not me?"
"I don't need you to rate, of course, I have the final say." Ding Baiqing pushed his glasses and said, "But it's not that I can't help. It seems that you have never said anything nice to me, why don't you say something?"
"For example, you look good-looking?" Cen Jin replied to Ding Baiqing while scanning the whereabouts of the five little animals with a corner of his light, but saw him showing a mild smile at this perfunctory compliment.
"Reluctantly." Ding Baiqing said while taking a shopping bag from his hand: "Continue."
"..." was shocked. How many people praise Ding Yiqing? Did he grow up with a percussive education in his childhood? Cen Jin: "Your eyes are very beautiful, like moonlight and black pearls."
One less shopping bag.
Ding Baiqing pushed his glasses, and the smiling eyes behind the lenses were as beautiful as a crescent moon.
"You are actually quite reliable."
"If it weren't for our special status, I think we could be good friends."
"You are like the big brother next door that I looked forward to when I was a child. This kind of person is often played on TV. He will help the protagonist when he is in trouble, but I am not the protagonist. In a sense, you are also like a robot cat, although Every sale takes a part of me, but it does always address my immediate needs.”
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"Speaking of which, why on earth did you buy my body?"
"In order to satisfy a certain desire."
"...Fuck." Huang Mao slowly hugged himself tightly, and there was a hint of shock in Ding Baiqing's eyes.
"..." Ding Baiqing: "It's not flesh. Desire."
Huang Mao thinks about it too, just like Ding Baiqing's beautiful face and perfect body, if there is such a thing, it can be completely self-defeating in the mirror.
Suddenly his cheek hurt, Huang Mao stared at Ding Baiqing who suddenly squeezed his cheek with two palms, the latter's tone was a bit gloomy: "What were you thinking just now?"
Huang Mao: "I don't think I have any shopping bags."
In the next second, he slipped away from Ding Baiqing's hand like a loach. Ding Baiqing's arms were covered with shopping bags, and he smiled helplessly as he looked at the yellow hair that was rushing into the crowd.
A few passers-by suddenly stood still and looked at him with stunning eyes. Ding Baiqing smiled meaninglessly and walked past them, as if time and space stood still for a few seconds and then moved in an instant. .
At this time, six tracing notices were printed and distributed to the whole Hong Kong city through various channels. Television advertisements, road advertisements, Internet channels and even roadside leaflets were distributed. The overwhelming tracing news turned into a huge flow of information. Xianggang City, the city of the world's third freest economy.
And Wu Lan, who disembarked at Victoria Harbour and was about to go to Ocean Park for sightseeing, was ambushed by a violent gunfire in the container area of the terminal, which made her return to the period when the black gang was rampant in the 1990s in an instant.
So the long skirts flew and shuttled between the containers. Wufa was wrapped in silver hairpins behind his head, and the bells on his wrists clacked. When the twilight came, the pink, red or orange-pink billboards in the distance were all lit up. Standing on top of the container, Wu Lan, who had been defending and fleeing, with his back to the setting sun and the lights, pulled out the knife in his skirt and the sword in his sleeve, hanging by his side, facing the ambush.
Wu Lan smiled softly, just like her master, gentle sword, beautiful sword, full of evil spirits.
"It doesn't count as a disaster if no one sees it."
On the other side, the totem that came out of the railway station was a taxi, then a bus, then a subway, and then walked to a construction site full of sand, and turned to face the stalker who was following him all the way.
"Come out."
As soon as the voice fell, Totem kicked the neat steel bars, and then heard one or two screams in the night sky and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. In an instant, several black figures appeared around Totem, blocking his way.
Looking at their clothes, they are a group of ninjas.
About ten minutes later, a solemn and dignified young man walked out of the unmanned construction site, stopped a taxi and drove towards the hotel in the city.
In the container area of Victoria Port, one of the abandoned containers was filled with a group of people. Wu Lan used the tip of his sword to pick up the gun on the ground, threw it to the top of the container on the opposite side, and then closed the door of the container and locked it.
Putting away the sword, Wu Lan sighed: "Now the warriors are not only poor in martial arts, but also have no warrior spirit. If they lose, they don't rush to kill themselves."
Shaking his head, Wu Lan hurried to the aquarium, it was too late to close.