am i a devil

Xun Ying: "..."

Wang Mo: "..."

"I'm just making an analogy." Wang Mo said with some embarrassment.

He has not been exposed to this type of inspection too much in reality, and his first reaction is the plot that can often be seen in film and television dramas.

"You're a chestnut..." Xun Ying nodded his head after deliberating on his choice of words. "

"Then, I'll try to summon a small reincarnation to restore what I saw, is that okay?" Xun Ying thought for a while, and then gave a way that might satisfy Wang Mo.

"Yes, I'll trouble you." Wang Mo felt a little relieved in his heart, and nodded happily.

So with a wave of Xun Ying's hand, a small reincarnation visible to Wang Mo was opened on the ceiling facing Wang Mo.

"Amo, you just need to watch the screen on the ceiling." Xun Ying said.

"This technology is pretty easy to use." Wang Mo couldn't help admiring the black technology in the supernatural circle.

"In the future, there is no need to turn on the screen projection." Wang Mo immediately thought of the new usage of this black technology in the spirit of pragmatism.

Xun Ying: "..."

Xun Ying laughed dryly, then stretched out an index finger and touched Wang Mo's eyebrows.

Wang Mo didn't feel anything special.

When someone wanted to seek some information from him before, Wang Mo always felt a sense of rejection consciously or unconsciously, sometimes it was psychological, such as that time when the glass puppet who didn't think highly of him wanted to When he wanted to erase his memory of meeting Xun Ying.

Sometimes it is also physical. For example, the last time Xun Ying took him to the hospital, Wang Mo didn't have any complaints against the doctor, so he just blew up the doctor's ward. Fortunately, no one was hurt, but It also caused a small loss.

But this time, Wang Mo didn't feel any rejection at all.

Is this the kind that Brother Cat said, being too familiar with his companion, the various values ​​of the opponent's body have become a sense of security in his eyes? Wang Mo thought so, unexpectedly Feeling a little sleepy.

However, he still looked curiously at the projection screen on the ceiling, which was similar to the obstetric inspection equipment.

However, the above is a piece of chaos, and I can't see anything at all.

Wang Mo: "..."

The quality of your projection screen is not good, Wang Mo complained in his heart.

The center of his eyebrows was being pressed against by Xun Ying's fingers, so it was inconvenient to turn his head, so he had to squint very hard to check Xun Ying's expression at this moment.

Then he saw a very confused expression on Xun Ying's face, as if he saw something indescribable.

Wang Mo: "..."

No way, I'm a person who hasn't even seen that, Wang Mo let out a chicken crow in his heart.

Just when Wang Mo was crying out in the depths of his heart in order to protect his reputation, he saw that Xun Ying's phoenix eyes, which had lowered their lids, were suddenly widened, and his amber pupils were vibrating constantly. with.

Wang Mo: ""

Wang Mo looked at the ceiling carefully again, except for the light spots of black and white flowers that flickered after the old TV channel program was over, he didn't see anything special.

Seeing that Xun Ying saw the Seven Hundred Ghosts multiplied by 24 hours, Wang Mo thought to himself, but Xun Ying didn't even notice the Seven Hundred Ghosts when he was fighting in small samsara (crossed out) to perform the task of violently beating demons. With a 24-hour existence, he thought that only he could see his brothers, didn't he?

But it's nothing. If Xun Ying finds out, he doesn't intend to hide it from him. After all, the old brothers call each other "Princess" very warmly. They have been calling them for so many years, so they should recognize some relatives. , the old brothers are all good people, or they are good ghosts. Wang Mo believes that Xun Ying must still have this ability to judge.

While Wang Mo was thinking about it, he felt that his squinting time seemed to be a little too long. If he kept squinting like this, he was a little worried that he would become the kind of person who really couldn't straighten out after a while. depending on the type.

When Wang Mo squinted at Xun Ying, Xun Ying also recovered from the process of exploring Wang Mo, and then met Wang Mo's gaze.

Wang Mo quickly corrected his sight, and the moment Xun Ying withdrew his index finger between his brows, he turned his face away, changing from squinting to being able to look straight.

"Amo, you..."

Seeing Wang Mo's very calm expression, Xun Ying was a little surprised.

He also thought that Wang Mo would make a cock crow, just like the cock crow he made every time he was frightened.

But in fact, apart from squinting, Wang Mo didn't have any other special stress response behaviors, and he seemed much calmer than him as an explorer.

"Amo, aren't you surprised?"

Xun Ying asked Wang Mo, as if the fact that he wasn't surprised was already very surprising.

"I don't think so." Wang Mo said.

Xun Ying: "..."

He used to think that Wang Mo belonged to the kind of cute man who tends to be a milk dog, but now, Xun Ying's impression of Wang Mo has changed somewhat.

This is... too masculine, Xun Ying thought, it's like a mountain collapsed in front of him without changing his color.

Just when the image of Wang Mo was erected in Xun Ying's heart, he heard Wang Mo's voice and said again: "Your projection screen is not very useful, I didn't see anything."

Xun Ying: "..."

Wang Mo: "..."

In Xun Ying's heart, the piercing statue of Wang Mo that had just been built collapsed in an instant.

"Why can't I see it?" Xun Ying looked at the projection screen on the ceiling very confused, and immediately discovered the problem.

"The sunlight here is too abundant, so you can't see the picture on the projection screen clearly." Xun Ying explained to Wang Mo.

"I said, why is it like the blurry screen in the old TV when there were no programs to show in the early morning." Wang Mo spit out a nostalgic groove.

At this time, Xun Ying didn't have the energy to talk to him about rhetorical skills, so he didn't close the curtains or anything, but took him directly to their home theater to let Wang Mo see more clearly. .

"No, why don't you just tell me and get it? Why do you insist on dragging me to see it for yourself?"

Along the road, Wang Mo asked with some incomprehension.

After all, their home is different from other homes. To go to a home theater is not just to get into a certain room, but to go from one place to another place through the outdoors. It is a bit of a fat house in winter. Wang Mo is not so willing to move his nest.

"This kind of scene, I..." Xun Ying thought about the wording, then shook his head and said, "It's indescribable."

Wang Mo: ""

Could it be that I've been single for too long, and I've been suffocated, that's what happens in my subconscious? Wang Mo has some doubts about life.

Just when he was about to open his mouth to argue for himself, he looked up and found that they had traveled through mountains and rivers, and finally came to the home theater at home.

It is said to be a home theater, but because Xun Ying's home is too big, it is actually a real theater, and it is the kind that can sell dozens of tickets, with more than ten screening halls, including giant screens. Cinema.

Wang Mo: "..."

Will I be the first actor to attend the premiere at home in the future? Looking at the behemoth in front of him, Wang Mo couldn't help but doubt life in his heart.

Xun Ying took Wang Mo to the family (crossed out) theater, and led him to the largest screening hall.

"Amo, let's start here." Xun Ying asked Wang Mo to sit in the private box with the best view, and then discussed with him.

I don’t know if this kind of perspective is like the one in the hospital, where you can see people’s hearts, liver, spleen and lungs, etc. If those blood-stained things are displayed on such a big screen, that would be a big deal for me. It's also quite embarrassing.

Wang Mo thought so in his heart, so he had a discussion with Xun Ying.

"Let's see if we can change to a smaller hall," Wang Mo said generously.

"No." Xun Ying rejected him concisely.

"Why, as the saying goes, do you use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken? Look at my heart. As for such a big screen? And I'm afraid what to do if I get dizzy." Wang Mo looked at it as if it was boundless to him. Ordinary giant screen, said some trembling.

"No, there's no blood, and it's not disgusting. That picture...is actually quite beautiful." Xun Ying said.

However, there was no sense of pleasure on his face after the aesthetic needs of human beings were met. Instead, there was a sense of deep fear and worry.

Wang Mo: "..."

When you say that, I dare not look at it even more. Wang Mo let out a chicken cry in his heart, but it was too late. Just when Wang Mo wanted to dissuade Xun Ying, the other party's cold fingertips had already touched Wang Mo's. Between eyebrows.

At the same time, in the projection hall of the movie theater, the entire giant screen lit up all of a sudden, showing Wang Mo's inner world in front of him.

Wang Mo: "..."

A few seconds later, Wang Mo's angry rooster crowing echoed throughout the screening hall of the home theater.

-

That night, the old cat returned home with a happy mood.

Then he saw that Wang Mo was wrapped in a quilt, with a water bag on his head, sitting on their expensive leather sofa in the style of a kang head in a fellow countryman's house, and was shivering there. Tears in the wind.

Standing aside, Xun Ying kept comforting Wang Mo, watching him weeping and wiping away his tears, frowning again and again.

"Amo, don't cry, I will face it with you." Xun Ying said sincerely.

"No, you won't." Wang Mo's eyes became hollow, and he looked into the distance absently.

"I don't have what you want here anymore." Wang Mo said with a painful expression.

Old cat: ""

"No, you have it." Xun Ying said.

"As long as I say yes, there will be." Xun Ying's tone was very firm, sounding gentle and reliable.

Old cat: "..."

Waiting for a class representative to explain to me what level the current situation belongs to and whether it is necessary to run away from home for emergency refuge, the old cat muttered in his heart.

"What's the matter, little brother?" Lao Mao walked towards Wang Mo and asked in a very concerned manner.

"It's a long story." Xun Ying sighed.

"I have no heart." Wang Mo said a classic line of a scumbag, and then burst into tears.