Endless Debt.

Chapter 830 Hobbies
Pushing open the door, the familiar, slightly crowded living room came into view, the video tapes were scattered all over the floor, and the pizza box was dumped aside... Except for some chaos, everything in the room was in line with Burlogo's memory when he left. Seeing this, He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that Woxilin had controlled her emotions well and didn't fight Palmer in her own home.

After cleaning up the hygiene briefly, Bologo sat down on the seat where Palmer was sitting before, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, so that his spirit could relax a little. As for Palmer, Bologo didn't bother to care about it. His life is dead.

"The Gate of Origin."

Boluogo muttered in a low voice, if his guess is true, and the ether fell from the sky, first contacting and overlapping with the ridges of the mountains, then the many ether vortex points on the ridges of the mountains can be regarded as all the ethers in the world. source.

More than that, there may have been a reality distortion phenomenon in that area, and even opened up a physical channel between the physical world and the etheric world.

After figuring this out, Bologo didn't feel relaxed. If he acted a hundred years ago to solve the hidden dangers of the mountains, maybe human beings could control the gradually rising ether concentration and lock the ether world that was constantly approaching the material world. distance.

But it’s different now. The ever-increasing amount of ether passes through the overlapping area and flows into the material world. For example, the ether itself has “weight”. As the concentration of ether in the material world increases, the “weight” of the material world increases rapidly. Under the power of this mysterious power, the vast, mortal world is gradually moving towards the path of transcendence.

According to Belogo's simple academic cognition, the ether world itself has gravity beyond imagination. In the era when the ether was barren, the material world may still have the ability to escape or push away from the ether world. However, with the increase in weight, the two worlds There is an inseparable gravitational force between them, attracting each other.

That's too late.

The increase of the material world's own weight causes its gravitational force to double, the more so, the faster its weight gain, and the faster the speed of overlapping with the ether world, and this is also the reason why the concentration of ether has risen The reason why the speed is far faster than in the past.

Under the mutual attraction of weight, the overlapping collision of the two worlds has entered a state of acceleration, which is inevitable.

After struggling for a while, Bologo calmed down his anxious heart again, opened the refrigerator, and poured himself a glass of iced orange juice. In order to divert attention, Burlogo took out a metal cube from the cabinet.

After a simple flick, a small amount of ether was injected into the metal, and the surface of the cube immediately reflected many dazzling textures.

It's hard to believe that this metal cube is an alchemy weapon, and the alchemy matrix it implants is also very simple. The effect is only to make the metal tougher and stronger. If there's anything killer about it, it hurts a lot when it hits someone.

For others, this is a mediocre and meaningless alchemy weapon, but in the hands of Bologo, it is a toy that can pass the time and hone skills.

"So what if you know these secrets?" Burrog stared at the metal cube and muttered to himself, "If you are too weak, you can't change anything."

A brilliant shimmer lit up in Bologo's eyes, and the extremely aggressive ether directly conquered this alchemy weapon. The texture of the alchemy matrix spread from Bologo's arm, and then covered the metal cube, turning it Fully wrapped.

At this moment, the metal cube can be regarded as an extension of Burlogo's body.

During this period of time, Bologo has conducted a lot of training and testing on his own secret energy. He noticed that after he no longer needs to directly touch the target and only rely on the leaked ether to control, his alchemy matrix will no longer Extends out of the body again, unless in direct contact with the target.

"Although it is said that the target can be controlled by ether leakage, just like the ordinary school of control, but as long as I touch the target, the alchemy matrix will extend over and make it a part of me, from controlling other substances , become manipulating myself.”

Boluogo thought, although the effect is the same, but in essence, these are two completely different control methods.

In the former, the ether of Bologo is the invader after all, unable to completely conquer the target, but in the case of the latter, the target becomes a part of Bologo without any interference factors.

Absolute dominion.

Bologo put all his heart and soul into the control of the metal cube, and saw that under the protection of "strongness", the metal cube was directly cracked open without any hindrance, as if the alchemy matrix had disappeared.

"Twisting the essence."

Bologo recalled that when he destroyed the plague of flesh and blood, he only destroyed the shape of the flesh and blood creation, but did not change its essence. In the case of direct contact, he turned the metal cube into a part of Bologo's body. It can distort its essence and make it lose its "strong" effect.

"I might try again..."

Bologo thought to himself, after releasing the secret energy, the metal cube returned to its original appearance again, and it was heavy to hold.

Stuffing it back into the cabinet, I saw many metal cubes in the corner. According to the labels on them, they have different characteristics.

In order to facilitate the training and testing of his own secret power, Burlogo commissioned Aimu to build many similar metal cubes, and he would use these things whenever he was free.

With so many thoughts lingering in his mind, Bologo couldn't sit still for a while. Although he had just returned from the Bureau of Order, he decided to return there immediately and go to the Hall of Scholars to talk to Mamo about related matters.

At least share the conjecture about the Gate of Origin with him. He alone can't solve the problem even if he thinks about it.

Just as Burlog was about to insert the key of the crooked path, the doorknob turned suddenly, and then the door was pushed open.

"B...Bologo!"

Palmer looked at his partner. He hadn't seen him for a few days. At this moment, he actually felt like reuniting after a long time. When his emotions surged, Palmer felt his nose a little sore for a while.

"what?"

Palmer's reaction was unobstructed by Burlogo, and Burlogo felt a little...disgusted when faced with his appearance.

"Bologo!"

Seeing his good roommate, Palmer almost burst into tears. He reached out to grab Burlogo and tried to hug him, but Burlogo predicted Palmer's movements and stepped back. Let Palmer rush to nothing.

"Oh? Bologo."

As Palmer got out of the way, Woxilin, who was following Palmer, also poked her head out. She didn't expect that Burlogo would be at home.

The two looked at each other briefly, and Bologo accurately saw a trace of disappointment in Woxilin's eyes, as if his own existence hindered her.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Bologo pretended not to notice, and greeted Woxilin.

"Are you going out?"

Palmer still grabbed Burrog, his back was facing Burrog, his eyes were full of desire for survival.

"Well, I have something to go to the Hall of Scholars."

"Is that so?"

Palmer gripped Burlogo's shoulders tightly, his expression contorted, hinting at madness.

Burrog thought for a moment, and Burrog came to a conclusion.

"Then I'll leave first, and I won't be back until evening, so let's talk about the old days, you two."

Burlogo ruthlessly pushed Palmer away, and the moment the two separated, Palmer's eyes almost overflowed with tears.

"No need, Woxilin has been here for several days, and it's not really a reminiscence."

Palmer didn't give up hope, and held Burlogo's shoulder again, "As for work, as your partner, let's work together."

"It's okay, as the team leader, I can do it by myself," Burlogo smiled kindly, and then forcefully broke Palmer's fingers one by one, "You say yes, my dear crew."

Palmer was on the verge of swearing.

"Oh, then I'll interrupt first."

Woxilin thanked Bologo for understanding, put on her slippers, picked up a few handbags, and walked in directly.

She opened the handbag, and inside were all the new clothes she bought for Palmer. As early as the day she came here, she had inspected Palmer's wardrobe, and it was simply... unsightly.

Apart from Palmer's closet, which looked like a giant laundry basket, with its haphazardly piled clothes and balls of socks, Vossilyn was deeply suspicious of Palmer's taste.

As the heir of the Krex family, not to mention that the clothes are handmade by craftsmen, they should have a bit of taste, but Palmer's clothes, except for the uniforms of the Bureau of Order, are either printed with band prints or various There are few movie joint names that are not so flashy, and they are also in solid colors, and Palmer is reluctant to throw away the tattered clothes.

Woxilin can understand Palmer's hobbies, but she thinks that Palmer should also pay attention to his own identity in addition to his hobbies.

"Bologo, you have to take me away."

Seeing Woxilin packing up her things, Palmer approached Bologo's ear and said in a very low voice.

"What's the matter?" Burrog pretended not to know anything, "Woxilin looks normal, not as scary as you said."

"You don't even know, she's just pretending!"

Palmer glanced at Woxilin, then looked at Burlogo nervously, "She's so good at acting!"

"Have it?"

Burrog turned his head, and happened to be looking at Woxilin. Woxilin smiled at Burrog, and then packed up the messy living room.

Hmm...she can tidy up the living room, which is much better than Palmer.

Burrog looked at Palmer and suddenly laughed. Seeing Burrog's smile, Palmer's heart sank.

"Don't...Bologo."

Palmer tried to hold Borrog under control, but he clearly couldn't hold him back.

"See you tonight, Palmer."

Burrog smiled at Palmer, pushed the door open and left.

The door was slammed shut, and the echoing sound echoed in Palmer's ears like the hammer of a judge's trial.

There was a rustling sound behind him, and Palmer turned his head stiffly. After Burrog left, Vossilin and Palmer were alone again, and she didn't pretend at all.

With a sly smile on his face, he hugged Palmer's head, and the gentle comfort and choking of his throat were only in Vorcelyn's thought.

"What did you whisper to him just now?"

"It's nothing."

Palmer shook his head vigorously, cursing Burlogo inwardly.

No matter what Palmer and others said, it was hard for everyone to believe that Woxilin, who looked so cold, would do such extreme things to herself. In fact, Palmer himself sometimes couldn't believe it.

Palmer often wanted to expose Woxilin's disguise, but this guy was too vigilant, and only when he was alone with himself would he turn into that torrent, drowning Palmer to the point of suffocation.

Woxilin took a deep look at Palmer and let go of him, "Okay, I'll trust you once."

Sitting on the sofa, Woxilin patted the cushion beside her, and Palmer walked over wisely and sat beside Wuxilin.

The cool fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose, and from the corner of her vision, Woxilin's beautiful face came into her eyes, she raised her slender thighs, and pressed them unceremoniously on Palmer's lap.

Others might have fantasies, but when Palmer thought of the guy next to him, who could throw himself a few meters away while laughing wildly, Palmer lost his mind at all. Odd way to chain yourself up.

"Speaking of which, do you have any recommendations?" Woxilin asked.

"What do you mean?"

Palmer was extremely apprehensive.

"Movie."

Wo Xilin pointed to the shelf she had just arranged, on which a lot of video tapes were neatly placed.

"I haven't watched many movies yet, do you have any recommendations for a newcomer like me?"

Talking about his hobbies, Palmer became less nervous and talked more.

"Oh, oh, this one, I think I can watch some family comedies first."

Palmer pushed away Woxilin's legs, walked quickly to the shelf, carefully selected several video tapes and placed them in front of Woxilin's eyes for her to choose.

Woxilin also carefully screened and selected one.

"Hold on!"

"Okay." Woxilin didn't know what Palmer was going to do, and got up to go to his bedroom. "I just happened to change clothes too, this one is too tight."

Being perfect is not an easy task.

Watching a movie is a very ceremonial thing. Palmer turned over a few bags of potato chips and poured two glasses of orange juice. He drew up the curtains, and the room became dark.

Sitting back on the sofa, the smile on Palmer's face gradually disappeared.

"Wait a minute, what am I doing?" Palmer bewildered.

Before Palmer could figure out what was going on in his heart, at this moment Vorcelin also changed her clothes and walked out of his room. Palmer looked at Vorcelain at this moment as if he had seen a ghost.

Woxilin changed into Palmer's clothes, a pure black short sleeve with the band's print on the chest, she looked down.

"Do you like this band very much? It's the pattern in your closet."

Palmer nodded stiffly.

Woxilin asked again, "Is it interesting?"

"Not bad... Do you want to know more about it?" Talking about his hobbies, Palmer couldn't control his missionary behavior.

"Of course, am I already understanding?"

As she spoke, Woxilin picked up a bag of potato chips, tore open the package, and ate it.

Palmer stared blankly at Woxilin, he thought, others would not believe that Wuxilin had that sick side, nor would they believe that Wuxilin, who always demanded perfection of herself, would have such a casual side.

No one will believe it, because this is a side only Palmer can understand.

(End of this chapter)