After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

At the dinner party for the envoys from various countries, Yang Yi appeared as usual, still wearing a calm smile.

Those who still had doubts about Yang Yi's pause on the stage, when they saw Yang Yi appear, hid their doubts for the time being, as if nothing had happened.

During the dinner, when Yang Yi went to the rest room, Thomas followed him.

As he walked, he looked at Yang Yi's face carefully and said somewhat reservedly: "Are you okay?"

"Anyway, it's better than when I first moved to your home." Yang Yi shrugged indifferently.

"What happened to the pause in the afternoon?" Thomas asked straight to the point. "Many people are talking about it. Maybe they are still trying to find out what happened to you. Everyone hopes to catch your weakness... …”

"You too?" Yang Yi interrupted him and asked with a smile.

Thomas looked sideways at the girl next to him. She was a whole head shorter than him and had a thin body. It was impossible to tell that there was such a huge power hidden in such a thin body.

He said slowly: "No, I hope you will always be this strong and never fall into a situation like Frieza again."

Yang Yi paused slightly and looked a little moved.

The two walked into Yang Yi's personal lounge, and she asked softly: "Why?"

Thomas did not explain, but suddenly mentioned the painting: "I have ordered people to pack and air-ship the painting you want, and it will arrive in Xia Kingdom tomorrow. Don't forget to receive it then."

"How come it's so sudden..." Yang Yi looked at him almost in surprise.

Thomas turned his face and said impatiently: "I don't like people asking for gifts from me, but it doesn't mean that I am stingy with my friends. If you like other paintings, just tell me quickly, and maybe I will be merciful and give you another one. Frame."

Yang Yi looked at Thomas's arrogant expression, and then thought about the painting he packed and airlifted overnight, and suddenly felt blessed - Thomas might have guessed that the painting inspired her in the first place, and might have played some role in her recovery of telepathy. And now, he was worried about her sudden pause on stage in the afternoon, hoping that the painting could bring her some help...

Thinking of this, Yang Yi suddenly thought of that kiss at an inappropriate time.

In all the busyness, she almost ignored the kiss - isn't kissing the forehead a normal Western etiquette? It doesn't mean anything.

But maybe that kiss had another meaning? After all, it was already the last few seconds of Thomas' life. At that time he said: "It's a pity that I still don't know your real name..."

Yang Yi's lips were a little dry, and vanity satisfaction and guilt hit her heart at the same time.

Oh, at that time I was still Frieza, an awakened person with only C-level abilities, not "Yang Yi". However, he actually developed a liking for me based on the love between a man and a woman...? No, no, maybe he didn't mean this. After all, he is so arrogant in nature. The only person he can fall in love with is a confidant or a muse who has a common language, right?

And... Chris... Yes, these are all random thoughts. The popularity of everyone during this period has made your vanity burst. After sitting in this position, you began to lose your humility and started to be blindly arrogant... That's it. , even thinking about this kind of thing is a betrayal of the other half, and it is a blasphemy against Chris' pure feelings...

Moreover, Thomas has never revealed this meaning for so long. He may be purely based on the concern between friends... Yes, he just said that he will not be stingy with his friends!

Thinking like this, Yang Yi almost felt ashamed of her own sentimentality. She cut off those charming thoughts and threw them into the depths of her brain like sweeping garbage.

After a pause, she joked: "Thank you very much for the mercy of the Marquis of Essex. I will ask for a few more and wait for the appreciation in value in the future."

Thomas still turned sideways and raised his face, not looking at her, with a noble and indifferent look: "Now if you just put a few strokes on the paper, you can sell it for several times the price of my work."

Seeing that he still looked awkward, Yang Yi had no choice but to reach out and hold his arms, straightening his body so that he was facing her. Then he held both sides of his head with both hands, pulled his high head down, and let the brown-green eyes look at him.

"Dear Lord Marquis of Essex, your loyal friend appreciates your friendship." She gave him a nondescript curtsy like an aristocratic lady in a Western black-and-white movie, "I will definitely preserve this great painting. .”

Thomas looked at her pretentious etiquette and showed a stern expression, but there was a smile in his eyes that he couldn't hide.

"Hey? Have we not added our contact information yet?" Yang Yi suddenly remembered, took out his mobile phone, and jokingly urged: "Hurry, add it, otherwise how will I receive your painting?"

Thomas gritted his teeth secretly, and bitterly took out his cell phone to call each other.

But he finally couldn't help but said harshly and sarcastically: "You noble man is so forgetful. You didn't even think of contacting your old friends for a whole week after returning to Xia Kingdom. I'm afraid you have forgotten me a long time ago... let's..." He seemed to Suddenly feeling the resentment in his tone, he quickly added in a superfluous manner: "I'm so sorry Miranda keeps talking about you..."

In the end, even he felt that this supplement was too obvious and self-defeating. His face turned dark and he closed his thin lips tightly.

Yang Yi thought of the gentle and kind old woman, and felt guilty. She apologized honestly: "I'm sorry, Thomas. I was so busy after I came back. There were too many things. I forgot about it. I will definitely go back and see if I have time. You and Miranda.”

Thomas sneered and raised his head again.

Seeing that he didn't buy it, Yang Yi took the same attitude as when he coaxed him to eat when his wrist was injured: "Really, I miss the life in Tims Village very much, and I also miss being with you when I was just Frieza. Days, those were the rare times when I felt relaxed..."

Finally, Thomas spoke up: "I thought you would be much happier after you regained your strength." After all, at that time, she looked so...desperate and painful...

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment and pursed his lips, "That's another kind of relaxation - a kind of relaxation where everything is going to be over...a kind of relaxation where I have tried my best anyway, and the rest is left to fate... And now, Another kind of tiredness..."

She forced herself to smile.

Thomas looked at her expression, suddenly stretched out his hands, and pulled the corners of her mouth down, "If you can't laugh, then stop laughing. Such a smile does not have a pleasant effect in an aesthetic sense. To be honest, I only look at this Underneath the smiling face, I saw a hesitant child..."