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Ji Huan was so anxious that pimples appeared on his forehead. He jumped off the sofa in a hurry and moved to the side of the pillow. With great effort, he pressed his butt against the pillow and pushed it to the side of the sofa. The pillow was next to the sofa, and he slid under the pillow again, pressing his head against the pillow.
The pillow is not heavy, and it can be lifted up by him.
It's a pity that the height of the small mirror is only a little bit, and it can't directly push the pillow to the same height as the sofa when it is completely erected. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, Ji Huan could only jump up with all his strength, the pillow rolled around and landed on a corner of the sofa.
Ji Huan himself didn't dare to delay, he jumped onto the sofa and got under the pillow, holding his breath.
As for whether the position of the pillow is the same as before Feng Chi left, it is no longer within the scope of his concern. Ji Huan has reason to believe that Feng Chi probably didn't remember the position of the pillow he threw away.
Just as Ji Huan put down his arms and was lying peacefully, the bedroom door opened with a 'click'. The man standing at the door was still wearing the same clothes as before he left, but his shirt was slightly wrinkled and smelled of blood. The very faint smell penetrated into Ji Huan's nose along the flow of air, making him wrinkle his little nose and sneeze.
Immediately there were two more 'hmm'.
It should be Ji Huan covering his nose.
Feng Chi could even imagine the scene of the little black spot poking around like a little hamster and then quietly shrinking back into his little home. After all, he heard the movement of the bedroom clearly from outside the door just now.
There was a 'dong' sound made by objects falling on the floor, and there was a bang bang bang dang.
Feng Chi glanced at the sofa, the position of the pillow changed from left to right, but Ji Huan didn't seem to notice it at all. Feng Chi also pretended not to notice, took off his dirty shirt and went into the bathroom.
Ji Huan listened to the sound of the man's footsteps gradually receding, and quietly exposed a corner from under the pillow, and moved the small mirror out. When the whole body was moved out, he spread out his limbs and breathed a sigh of relief.
It's scary.
It's all because Feng Chi's bed is so comfortable, otherwise how could he have slept till now.
Ji Huan straightened up from the sofa, sat on the back of the sofa and looked in the direction of the bathroom. Feng Chi's bathroom door was frosted, and the bathroom was so big that he could barely see a layer of mist floating on the door. Ji Huan couldn't help thinking about what Feng Chi was doing that night.
Based on the description of Feng Chi in the novel, Lang is impossible, most likely because something difficult happened to the Demon Management Bureau, so he didn't come back all night.
The smell of blood just now has not completely dissipated, but there is only a wisp left.
Ji Huan scratched his head, and slowly moved back to his original position.
He thought that Feng Chi had already forgotten him, but he didn't want Feng Chi to turn him out from under the pillow when he came out of the bathroom. Ji Huan was as stiff as a salted fish, not daring to move, for fear that if he moved a little, Feng Chi would witness the weirdest scene in his life—
The mirror he turned out of the corner turned itself over without any external assistance.
Ji Huan: "..." I dare not imagine this scene.
Feng Chi was a little puzzled by Ji Huan's behavior. He looked down at the small mirror in the palm of his hand, and found that the little black spot was lying like a corpse, with a stiff expression. Frowning slightly, he was about to put the mirror aside, but his hand paused.
Immediately afterwards, he pinched one side of the mirror expressionlessly, and twisted his fingers, "Why is it so dirty?"
Ji Huan was confused for a moment, and then he figured out why he was so dirty. He accidentally rolled under the sofa just now, probably covered in dust.
But soon, his full attention was attracted by others.
The little black dot didn't hold back a 'poof-'.
Why rub his waist, it's so itchy.
It was so itchy that he couldn't bear it.
"Don't rub, don't rub, it's so itchy..."
Feng Chi rubbed his face expressionlessly again.
Then he noticed that the mirror in his palm seemed to jump, the arc was not big, but it felt very obvious.
When Feng Chi lowered his eyes to look at the little black dot again, Ji Huan almost cried. Damn, he really couldn't take it anymore. Did Feng Chi also find out
Ji Huan gulped nervously, biting his lip tightly, not daring to move again. Feng Chi glanced at his furrowed eyebrows, and seemed to mutter: "Cramp?"
Ji Huan didn't dare to nod, and could only mumble 'hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm to only.
That's right, you just have a sudden cramp in your fingers!
It's definitely not the mirror that suddenly cheated the corpse!
Feng Chi seemed to really think that his fingers were cramp, so he didn't pay attention to what happened just now. I just pinched the mirror and went to the bathroom. The bathroom was still foggy, Feng Chi turned on the faucet and poured a pool of water, and when he was about to throw the small mirror in, he hesitated again.
This little black spot can feel panic, and it seems that it can also feel the touch of others... Could it also feel the temperature of the water
The slightly pale hand stirred the pool lightly, the water temperature was a bit low. Feng Chi turned on the hot water again and mixed some in it before throwing the mirror in.
Ji Huan didn't even react, he just fell into the water with a plop, and the warm water quickly wrapped him up, but his eyes widened suddenly, "I'm so careless, I don't have hands, how can I swim!"
Even if he made a swimming movement, it doesn't mean that the mirror won't sink to the bottom of the water.
The mirror has no hands.
Feng Chi was taken aback by his scream, but after thinking about it, it was true, he hadn't thought about it. He immediately reached out and fished the mirror out of the water, but after all the washing, this pool of water couldn't be wasted.
Feng Chi found a new unopened toothbrush, rubbed the bristles to soften it, and dipped some shower gel to bathe the small mirror.
Ji Huan's shoulders were raised, his head shrunk like a quail, and he let the toothbrush brush all over his body. He tried his best to hold back the shaking, but he didn't dare to shake it, but when the toothbrush came to the creaking nest and side waist, he still didn't hold back.
Ji Huan burst into tears: "Boss Feng Chi, you have to remember that your hands will cramp. Indirect cramps cannot be cured."
A faint smile appeared from the corner of Feng Chi's mouth, pretending not to notice the weirdness of the little mirror.
After washing, drying and taking it out, Ji Huan felt like a poor little man who had been brutally slapped, slumped on the ground weakly, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.
He wasn't even interested in Feng Chi's exposed chest when he accidentally caught a glimpse just now.
too tired.
Feng Chi put the cleaned mirror on the coffee table, leaned on the sofa, and picked up the ancient book on the side.
This ancient book looked a bit older than the one Song Shujing found that day, and the yellowed pages were so thin that they would crumble with a light twist. Feng Chi's movements were very careful, and he quickly turned to the page number recorded in the Demon Mirror.
The records are actually not detailed.
But Feng Chi also probably understood why the little mirror had changed. Previously, the little mirror could not be moved, but now it is bouncing around happily, probably because of cultivation.
He frowned, put the ancient book back in the study, and pressed the erected mirror on the table to cover Ji Huan's sight before going to bed. Last night, there was an urgent news from Linshi next door. The strange beast appeared in Linshi, and was noticed by many citizens.
The strange beast looked like a red leopard, but it had five tails. The citizens once thought it was a mutated leopard. There are many guesses on Weibo, sometimes it is said that someone paid attention to P's picture for blogging, and sometimes it is said that there is a secret base in Linshi that is conducting experimental research.
It took Feng Chi a lot of effort to bring the tyrannical Hide back to his senses, and sent Hide to Zhulong by the way.
He closed his eyes, opened his eyes slightly, and saw the small mirror that was moving carefully. The little mirror suddenly didn't realize that someone was staring at him, he moved cautiously, and finally lay down in the small basket of the coffee table.
It's comfortable to sleep like this.
Feng Chi thought it was a little funny, and turned over to sleep.
When Feng Chi woke up, the small mirror had returned to its original position, lying quietly. Feng Chi stepped on the floor with bare feet, and approached the small mirror soundlessly. The sleeping face of the little black spot is very quiet, only the sound of shallow breathing is in the ears. Feng Chi glanced at him, turned around and went to the study.
The next morning, Ji Huan went to the Demon Management Bureau with Feng Chi in his pocket again.
At noon, in order to celebrate the successful completion of the task yesterday, the four employees of the Bureau of Demon Management dragged Feng Chi to the famous Internet celebrity restaurant in the city. Feng Chi hesitated for a moment, but still didn't put on the small mirror. Not to mention the pity that he can't eat, and he wears this mirror all the time, so he has no way of knowing what the other party wants to do.
It's better to give each other a little freedom.
Anyway, he can see everything in the Demon Control Bureau.
When they arrived at the private room of the restaurant, Song Shujing took out her mobile phone from her bag, turned on the surveillance video and put it in front of Feng Chi. Zhuo Guang looked at it for a while, "Isn't it? Is there any treasure in the bureau? Are you monitoring it in real time?"
Song Shujing glanced at him with disgust, "Aren't there many treasures in the bureau? Aren't there so many materials and ancient books all treasures?"
Zhuo Guang: "..." Anyway, for a person like him who only takes single digits in the 100-point system in school, that thing is too rough to use to wipe his butt.
Zhuo Guang shrugged and said nothing more.
Feng Chi's eyes fell on the phone from time to time, and the small mirror that no one was staring at was like a wild horse that had taken off the rein, happily strolling on his desk. After running for ten minutes, he went to his chair when he was tired. Once planted, lie down comfortably.
Also hit two rolls.
No sound can be heard from the surveillance video, but Feng Chi can also guess that the little mirror must be whining and saying it's comfortable.
Feng Chi smiled, and as soon as he looked away, he saw the four employees in front of him staring at him.
He paused for a moment while holding the chopsticks, then raised his eyes, "Why?"
Song Shujing propped her chin: "Boss, you just laughed."
Zhuo Guang nodded: "Looked at Sister Song's phone and smiled."
Shi Ying: "No, it should be because she looked at the surveillance video on Sister Song's phone and smiled."
Shi Jiu calmly stood at Feng Chi's place, saw a small mirror without any resistance, and suddenly understood, "I smiled when I saw the demon mirror."
The four monsters once again focused their attention on their boss, and Zhuo Guang spoke as a representative: "Boss, is there something wrong with this demon mirror?"
As he said that, he shook his head again, "But your expression doesn't seem like there is something wrong with this thing, on the contrary, it looks like old man Huaichun, too swaying."
Feng Chi: "...shut up if you can't speak."
Zhuo Guang chuckled, without rebutting, he lowered his head and stuffed lobster meat into his mouth.
Their boss treats guests to big lobsters, and it would be foolish not to eat them.
The author has something to say: Feng Chi: I, indirect finger cramps, indirect blindness, indirect deafness, understand