Fist of Imagination

It was 8:30 a.m. and the weather was clear.

The world No. 415 on this shore of the sea, the living room of the Hongye Building Apartment on Shanqian Street, Xiangbei City, Blue Star.

On the thin carpet of the boundary door between the coffee table and the sofa, two silhouettes suddenly appeared from blur to clarity.

Liang De looked down at the screen of his phone and found that brother Huang Chuanchao of the Thunder Zhen Sect had left a message for him, saying that Li Zhixian had been calling for many days and could not be called, and asked him to go to the Xiangbei Evil Disaster Bureau to get the Qinggeng Peak Evil God Dependents Guild. material benefits.

Bai Hekong looked around and said:

"Where are your colleagues?"

"You mean Brother Xian? She must still be asleep at this point."

Liang De listened to the breathing in the bedroom on the second floor and smelled the faint smell of alcohol in the air to confirm his judgment. Then he walked to the stairs and used a simple device to turn the blue decoration electric drill Fix it to the first floor ceiling at the bottom of the bedroom and set it to start in half an hour.

The setting of the extra powerful work alarm clock for salted fish is completed.

"I've gone out beforehand, you can do it yourself.

The boundary-traveling gate in the rockery should have finished cooling down. I have turned on the guest mode. You can just cast the crystal cluster to activate it yourself. "

"Well, see you next time." Bai Hekong waved the sleeves of his light apricot sweater.

Liang De nodded, left the apartment and took a taxi to the Xiangbei City Evil Disaster Bureau.

Bai Hekong carefully rolled up his sleeves, clapped his hands, walked to the kitchen sink on the side of the entrance and tied on his apron.

There's still half an hour left, let's get started.

…

Liang De returned to the Hongye Building apartment with several gift boxes. As soon as he opened the door, he smelled the strong fragrance.

Li Zhixian had an owl on his head and was sitting on the sofa eating breakfast in a pair of comfortable cotton pajamas.

Surprised, my brother Xian, who lives a healthy life, will still have breakfast?

Liang De looked at the coffee table. The most eye-catching thing was an electric drill-shaped alarm clock that had been crushed into pieces with brute force, followed by a bowl of dried oyster porridge and a plate of oyster omelette.

"Where are my classmates?"

"It was gone when I woke up."

Li Zhixian scratched his hair and the owl on his head, and pulled out a small note from under the plate containing the oyster omelette.

Liang De looked down and saw that on the small piece of paper, it was written in a very childish square-tipped marker with cute fonts:

“Thanks for the toast, it’s super delicious!

You should also have a good breakfast in the future~

see you later. (^_^)/

"White Crane Sky"

Liang De took a deep breath of the aroma in the air and said:

"I fried the egg toast that day, so you should thank me if you want."

"Lao Liang, Lao Liang, you usually reflect on yourself more when you have nothing to do. We are all classmates who graduated from the same school. Why is there such a big gap between these people?"

Li Zhixian picked up the peat monster whiskey on the coffee table and took a few sips, then reached out and pointed toward the entrance:

"You have it too. Hehe specially made two portions in the microwave, it should still be hot."

"What the hell is Hehe..."

Liang De took out his portion of dried oyster porridge and oyster omelet from the microwave, took out a pair of chopsticks, sat in front of the sofa and started eating.

This porridge... turns out to be pretty good.

The rice has been boiled until the grains bloom, and the texture is glutinous but not sticky.

The porridge not only contains dried oysters, but also adds scallops. These two seafoods from the underworld are fresh and not fishy, ​​and mixed with the shiitake mushrooms embellished in them to create a salty and umami flavor that sweeps the taste buds...

This tender piece of meat is... it turns out to be ribs that have been quickly fried and fragrant. After cooking, she removed the bones and fascia, leaving only the soft and tender rib meat.

Liang De took a bite of the oyster omelette. The skin was golden and crispy, and the oyster meat was plump and chewy. It tasted extremely satisfying. The similar taste reminded him of the oyster omelette from his hometown in Lingnan.

It would be nice if there was fish sauce for dipping...

Li Zhixian picked up the last piece of oyster omelet and said:

"It's delicious... This is the first time I've eaten pancakes made this way. Over there we also add mashed taro and lean meat, which is also delicious, but it's a pity that I don't know how to make it.

Well, Hehe is so cute and good at cooking, ah - I want to marry him! "

After eating, she fell back on the sofa, fluttered a few times, and began to yawn again.

"You can go to bed later and finish your business first."

Liang De put away the dishes and put them in the sink, raised his hand and used Huanhai Xuanqi to paste a layer of curtain on the wall of the TV in the living room, and projected the video record of this time traveling on it.

Li Zhixian dug out an automatic brush and a cyan scroll for recording materials from the gap in the sofa. He bent his elbows and looked sideways to read. After a while, he impatiently adjusted the speed to 1.5x.

A few hours later.

"Lao Liang, what about testing true love as promised, or breaking up a couple as a couple?

That's it? ! "

Li Zhixian stood on the sofa and shook her right hand to point at the screen. Because she shook her hand too hard, her whole body shook on the sponge cushion of the sofa.

"The plan did not change quickly. You have also seen it. It is your beloved Hehe who is obstructing it in every possible way. I have tried my best. What can I do? I am also very helpless." Liang De spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.

"You also know that there is Hehe. If you look at this record, you are everywhere.

Who wants to see you? Everyone wants to see Hehe, okay? "

"Is it my fault?" Mr. Liang no longer cares about the quality of the materials, and he has no fluctuations in his heart. He even thinks about it.

"No, Lao Liang, I feel like this time you're going to be a complete anticlimax, anticlimactic, do you understand?"

Li Zhixian directed Liang De to return the progress bar to the beginning and said:

"Look at this group's real ghost station fantasy train segment. You could have fought with He He twice more to increase the material's interest and fun.

But you overturned the table before you even finished the second task. Can you have some strategic determination?"

"She was the first one who couldn't afford to play, okay? She gave two sets of AFK magic clothes to players for a pottery task, which greatly reduced the player's participation. It was basically a disguised proxy. I overturned the table to fight against the negligent planners to maintain the game environment. Can you blame me for this?"

"If not you, who should I blame? You shouldn't have left so early.

That Hodaka Haruya has special blood, and three more have come. If you want to recruit a psychic detective as an external aid, you should maintain the supernatural mode at the beginning, and then introduce the three psychic detectives and the Yang world power behind them, make the scene bigger, and use the sound and light effects of the battle between the ancient descendants of the Yang world and the ghosts of the Yin world. Set the abilities of various righteous and villains one after another. This is interesting. Who wants to watch you throw your head to blow up ghosts and crush the game?

As a result, you just froze them and threw them outside the station.

You waste more resources than Sun Wukong who froze the fairies in the Peach Garden!"

"Superficial!"

Liang De also threw off his slippers and stood on the sofa, getting rid of the disadvantageous position of being looked down upon by Li Zhixian.

"Teacher Fengxian has traveled through the heavens and the worlds, and has seen all kinds of monsters and demons. Can this kind of multiplayer brawl with crazy ability settings impress him?"

"Then can you impress him by suddenly fighting with the Black Knight?"

"It's not just a simple fight. Didn't you see me wearing a flame mask and giving so many profound monologues? How can this be described with the simple three words 'fight, fight, fight'?"

"Then how do you describe it?"

"Why not call it a battle between an ordinary martial artist, the Faceless Man, and the Spirit of All Suns, Hedulala."

"Let's not talk about how bad your taste is... Is your fighting style a bit like a martial artist? Even superpowers are not as exaggerated as you!

Also, the story should at least have a beginning and an end. What about Mr. A mentioned in the car at the beginning?"

Friends, see you next month!