After their appearance was compared to that of a sphere, Wei Sushen and Fang Shan fell into a cold war.
Of course, it was a completely one-sided Cold War.
If Wei Sushen didn't take the initiative to speak, Fang Shan would chatter in his mind endlessly, even more frequently in daily life.
"Is this a new way of communication that the host has come up with?" Fang Shan said cheerfully, "Not to mention it's quite interesting."
“…”
Fang Shan: "In fact, in addition to communicating through consciousness, after the new version is launched, I can also send emoticons in my mind."
Hearing his eagerness to try, Wei Sushen's heart skipped a beat and finally couldn't help but say, "Don't do weird things."
Fang Shan clapped his hands: "If you speak first, you lose."
Wei Sushen looked at him coldly.
Fang Shan looked confused: "It's not that the host actively wants to play a game of whoever speaks first loses... like this," he suddenly froze in place and made a funny expression: "123, we are all wooden people, we are not allowed to speak or move."
“…”
Wei Sushen completely abandoned his random thoughts and came to the conclusion: it is better to work, because work makes people happy.
Fang Shan uses the power of the crystal ball to travel back and forth in everyone's dreams every day. The crystal ball overuses his mental power and seems a little depressed.
After the exchange, Fang Shan said to Wei Sushen: "It said it is almost drained by the two of us, and it will be used to rest in the next few days."
Wei Sushen: "... Speak well."
Fang Shan ignored his opinion and sat cross-legged at the small table to draw up a list. There were already more than a dozen members on it.
After lifting it up, the thin paper shines through the sunlight, and the trademark of the Eight Pagan Cults reflects a different scene.
Looking at the handwriting of Long Feifengwu, Fang Shan smiled from ear to ear: "These are the backbone of the future sect."
Just when he was feeling proud, there was a knock on the door outside. Fang Shan quickly folded the paper and stuffed it into his arms. He thought it would be the fat man asking about the progress, but when he opened the door, he saw a pale face.
Kihara's skin was as fair as ever, and Fang Shan couldn't help but say, "You might as well get some sunshine."
People's whiteness covers all their ugliness, but his whiteness scares people to death.
Kihara's suspicious eyes wandered back and forth between him and Wei Sushen, making people feel uncomfortable.
Wei Sushen poured a cup of tea, and Kihara's eyes finally narrowed as he lowered his head to drink the tea.
"You haven't been out much for nearly half a month."
Wei Sushen thought he was going to accuse himself of neglecting his spiritual practice. Unexpectedly, Kihara changed the topic and looked at the room again: "What are you doing that is harmful to heaven and earth again?"
Fang Shan on the side seemed to be choking on the air and coughed several times in succession. Fortunately, he didn't drink tea, otherwise he might have sprayed Kihara in the face with his standing position.
"You are worrying too much." Wei Sushen was extremely calm and even served a game of chess: "Teacher, if you have nothing to do, you can play chess with me to pass the time."
Kihara stared at him, Wei Sushen calmly let him look at him. After a long while, he really couldn't tell, and then Kihara asked again: "Tell the truth."
Without waiting for Wei Sushen to deal with it, he added: "At least let me know everything in my mind."
In other words, if you are mentally prepared, you can still end it when the time comes.
He said it sincerely, but Wei Sushen only responded with a sigh. This was a bottomless pit, so there was no way to tell the truth.
"Don't worry, it's just that the past few days have been too noisy, and I feel it's time to cultivate myself."
"puff!"
Fang Shan, with quick eyes and quick hands, pulled Wei Sushen aside to avoid the oncoming splash of tea.
Kihara knew he had lost his temper. He had not even had a cup of tea since he entered the house, but it felt like an era had passed.
He stood up suddenly: "Take care of yourself."
Leave four words behind and it will be the same as when you came. Leave without taking a single cloud with you.
Fang Shan: "You took away the popularity."
Wei Sushen habitually rubbed his eyebrows: "It has nothing to do with me."
Fang Shan said quietly: "After Kiyuan entered the door, the host was responsible for the reception. It is hard to escape the blame."
“…”
Looking back, I found that I couldn't find anything to refute.
Fang Shan stopped joking and became seriously serious: "The telepathy power of the crystal ball is limited, and it is not very good to use it every day. However, there are only about twenty people in the sect now, and it may not be easy to continue to develop."
Wei Sushen: "Poaching."
Fang Shan plucked his ears, thinking he heard wrongly.
Wei Sushen: "Prying someone else's corner can not only save resources for cultivation, but also cannibalize the other party's power."
Fang Shan's throat twitched.
Wei Sushen didn't wait to agree and looked at him: "What are you thinking about?" Fang Shan followed his example and rubbed his eyebrows: "It's been so long that I almost forgot the nature of the host's profiteer."
After accepting this setting calmly again, Fang Shan casually said: "The question is where to find people from the cult?"
Wei Sushen: "Look for that fat man."
Fang Shan was slightly startled.
Wei Sushen wiped the tea stains on the table with a cloth, and said in the voice of the system complaining about obsessive-compulsive disorder: "I'm afraid he knows more than he thought."
Fang Shan came closer: "You mean, people are pretending to be stupid on purpose?"
Wei Sushen: "That day in the dense forest, Zhao Tianchen's identity was exposed by him."
Thinking of the logic that liking yourself = having brain problems, Fang Shan scratched his nails on the table and made a harsh sound.
Wei Sushen ignored it and continued: "It is undeniable that we were completely suspicious of Zhao Tianchen at that time."
Fang Shan said coolly: "So you agree with what he said?"
Wei Sushen coughed lightly: "What about you?"
Fang Shan wanted to argue, but couldn't say no shamelessly.
Wei Sushen skipped this topic: "If I guessed correctly, the fat man knew it from the beginning."
Fang Shan has seen a lot of people pretending to be stupid, but not many can fool him.
"It's interesting. Let's test it out and you'll find out."
Wei Sushen glanced at him: "What you mean by testing is..."
Fang Shan's eyes suddenly turned vicious: "If you don't tell the truth, I will be beaten to death."
Wei Sushen: "What is the standard for judging truth?"
Fang Shan: "It depends on my mood."
When he was kidnapped again, Fatty felt helpless, especially if he was kidnapped under the nose of his mentor, it would be even more despair in the world.
"Teacher, you don't care about me!"
The answer given by the young instructor was very clear: Kihara didn't want to care about this student, and he didn't want to have anything to do with it.
There is still a word left. Fang Shan's assertion about transvestism a while ago really scared him, so now he looks at his dream demon with a strange look.
The fat man was forcibly taken to the dormitory. Fang Shan moved his hands and feet, thinking about where to start first.
Fatty: "Don't hit me, I told you."
If it were someone else, Fang Shan might have praised someone who knows the current affairs as a hero, but at this moment, he smiled and said, "You know you can't hide it, so you stopped acting?"
The fat man nodded pitifully.
Fang Shan changed from his usual gentleness and said with a ferocious face: "Do you know what is the biggest mistake you have made?"
Fatty: "Shouldn't you hide the information you know?"
Fang Shan sneered: "Wrong. The thing I hate most in my life is to be overtaken by others in acting."
“…”
After stamping hard on the face, Fang Shan stretched out his hand: "Bring it here?"
The fat man fell into a long silence for the first time. After a long time, he slowly said: "I can give you something, but I have to wait until tomorrow."
Fang Shan said calmly: "The night is long and the dreams are many."
The fat man lowered his head: "I'll have to find a Goulan courtyard to sleep in for the night first."
When seeking skin from a tiger, especially two unreliable tigers, it is necessary to leave blood first.
Just as he was thinking about it, he went to see Wei Su Shen again. Currently, the fat man had a slightly better impression of Mo Xiu. With Fang Shan's comparison, Mo Xiu seemed less hateful.
But with such a noisy dream monster around, life must be precarious, so he kindly suggested: "How about you come with me and leave an heir to pass on, so that you can have something to think about in the future."
Before he finished speaking, he was kicked.
Fang Shan stepped on the person slowly and said with a smile: "I am not afraid of death to your level. This is the first time."
The fat man glanced at Wei Sushen for help. The latter was destined to disappoint him. He waited until the system had been used enough before he said, "The list is important."
Only then did Fang Shan give up. He changed the face of his deputy partner and pulled the fat man up from the ground, and gently patted the dust on his body.
"When great things are accomplished, your benefits are indispensable."
The fat man licked his dry lips, and the worry in his heart quickly disappeared.
To put it bluntly, everyone’s interests come first.
"I do have a list." He lowered his voice and looked around like a thief.
Hearing his true admission, Fang Shan was slightly surprised: "She is very pampered at home."
Even this top secret can be leaked to children and grandchildren.
"It's my own efforts," the fat man frowned: "I had the foresight to bribe the old man's henchmen and turn his into mine in disguise."
“…”
The fat man sneered: "What else? My mother is old and beautiful, and he has adopted another one. Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?"
Fang Shan thought about it and understood. To be able to sit in the position of the head of the family must be a good talent. Fatty's father can live for another hundred years at least. Many things are really uncertain.
Fatty provided a few names, but this must not be all. But Fang Shan didn't do anything right. He glanced at Wei Sushen. After the latter walked out, he heard the sound of coming downstairs, as if he was doing errands outside.
The fat man said in a strange tone: "There is a perfect tacit understanding."
He could probably guess that Mo Xiu was going to confirm the authenticity of those names.
Looking at Fang Shan again, the owner of the dormitory is not here, just like a butterfly fluttering among the flowers, walking back and forth, sometimes looking at himself in the mirror with pity, sometimes reading some praising poems to himself.
Time passed by, the sky became darker, and he didn't stop.
The fat man suddenly felt that describing him as a butterfly was not accurate. It should be a bee.
"You guys..." Although I can't stand it, I can't help but be curious: "You are a transvestite and you like the same sex. Why haven't your relationship gotten closer until now?"
At this time, Wei Sushen happened to walk outside the dormitory door. Hearing this, for some unknown reason, he stopped and did not go in.
After a while, Fang Shan's helpless voice came out: "Because of our personalities, he and I are both soft-hearted and submissive types. If we really want to be together, we must accept each other. As far as I know, this kind of operation has not been invented in human history. ."
“…”
Fang Shan looked up at the sky: "I hate it!"
The author has something to say: System 666’s positioning of itself: scheming.
System 666’s positioning of the host: President Bingshan.
The troubles of young Fang Shan: How to operate mutual reception
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Fatty: What do you think after hearing this
Wei Sushen: ...where is the knife? Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: Ye Ting. 1;
Thanks to the little angels who threw [Landmines]: Sonic, Yanxi Hehehe 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates [nutrient solution]:
zero, 50 bottles of brown firewood; 30 bottles of It's Your Thirteen; 29 bottles of He; 26108595, Uncle Cat, Qin ^_^I, 20 bottles of Helian Tuxi; Mu Guili, 32543756, The Return of Three Lives , 10 bottles of Addicted to Study; 2 bottles of Two Dreams, Three Awakenings and Half Reincarnation; 1 bottle of Gu Pan came, grapefruit, booo, lemon, Yang Simi and Cheng Jin, Shi'an, 26950739;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!