Planar Trash

This time Li Zhan moved faster than him, and he didn't see how he moved. Cheng Jingchi only felt a gust of wind blowing in front of his eyes, and then saw that the person sitting on the floor had disappeared.

At the door of the bathroom in the master bedroom, Li Zhan stared at the vortex portal that appeared out of thin air, frowning in silence.

Cheng Jingchi looked at the ashes that fell on the ground like rain, and her face was full.

"Well, can you tell your colleagues, technicians, leaders, etc., to stop pouring ash on the floor of my house?" Cheng Jingchi almost cried.

Even if you want to take out the garbage, you should change the coordinates anyway. What does it mean to keep staring at other people's houses, and you don't understand how difficult it is for ordinary citizens to buy a house.

Li Zhan looked indifferent: "Although I don't know what you're talking about, I didn't let someone create this space-time rift."

Cheng Jingchi: "?!!"

"It wasn't you who made it, who made it?" Cheng Jingchi immediately rolled his sleeves and frowned.

Who the hell keeps pouring ashes into his house? !Is it easy for him to buy a house? !

Li Zhan said: "Some mysterious domains themselves have unstable time and space, and collide with other domains, causing time and space to be distorted, so that the time and space in that area are very chaotic, and a slightly stronger external force can tear the space, resulting in this A space-time rift."

Cheng Jingchi was dumbfounded.

He understands every word Li Zhan said, but why can't he understand what it means when they are combined together?

"You mean, there are people on the other side of this vortex, and there is a world? And there is nothing we can do about the creation of this vortex. We can only wait for the conscience of the person who caused this rift to find out, and stop this disturbing behavior automatically?" Cheng Jingchi felt a little out of his mind. It was not enough, mobilized all the brain cells, and finally came to such a conclusion, the three views were all broken into slag, and it was impossible to pick it up when it was dropped on the ground.

Just thinking that he spent all his savings and owed a lot of debt to buy a house that was like a sieve that kept leaking things down, the whole person is a little bit bad.

Right now, it's just dropping medicine dregs and ash. What if some dangerous items, such as alien eggs and alien monsters, are dropped in the future?

Li Zhan nodded, didn't say anything else, but squatted down, picked up some ashes on the ground with his fingers and tasted them in his mouth, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Cheng Jingchi's heart was raised: "What's the matter? What are these? Is it poisonous? Is it harmful to the human body? I licked a lot on the first day of the new year yesterday, and I also had diarrhea. Is it poisoned?"

"First day? Is it your cat?" Li Zhan rubbed his fingers and said, "It doesn't matter, these are the dregs of Ningbi Dan, the waste after the fryer, and it has no medicinal effect. You ordinary people eat it There's no harm in that either."

Cheng Jingchi was completely numb, with a bewildered expression on his face, his eyes drifted back and forth following Li Zhan's movements, and his heart was roaring.

What the hell is Ningbi Dan? !And what do you ordinary people mean?Wasn't he an ordinary man himself?

Probably because the OS in his heart was so strong that Li Zhan could understand it, so he explained: "Ningbi Pill, middle-grade Zhuyan Pill, this should be because the alchemist is not good enough, and he didn't make it successfully. gone."

Cheng Jingchi was speechless. After a long time, it turned out that it was really just rubbish?

Why not give him a finished Ningbi Pill?Zhongpin Zhuyan Pill, it sounds like a tall thing.

Huh, no!

Cheng Jingchi's reflex arc scattered to the other side of the earth was finally connected with a "ding". He sensitively got the information he wanted from Li Zhan's long series of explanations, and immediately understood what he said, asking: "Then this gray Does slag have the effect of removing scars?"

He took out his mobile phone and found a family photo taken after dinner with his colleagues last Christmas. He pointed to the scar on Xiao Li's forehead in the photo and said, "It's this kind of scar. Does it work?"

Li Zhan only glanced at the photo, but looked at his mobile phone twice more, and said: "Ningbi Pill can keep people young and young, and their appearance will remain unchanged for thousands of years. The leftover residue of the medicine after treatment has little effect on rejuvenating the skin, and similar scars can be removed, but it doesn’t make much sense.”

The lifespan of ordinary people is only a few decades, and he doesn't think it makes any difference whether there is such a small scar on a wrinkled chrysanthemum face.

"Then it can remove the scars." Cheng Jingchi suddenly realized, and finally understood the reason why she licked the medicine dregs all over the floor yesterday. It turned out that beauty is not only the patent of women, cats are also keen on beauty.

As a modern person, or a modern person who has been struggling on the line of food and clothing, running around for work and house, shrinking clothes and dieting, Cheng Jingchi immediately smelled business opportunities from it, and immediately looked at these medicine residues with enthusiasm.

In his eyes, these medicine dregs are no longer inconspicuous rubbish, but a bunch of precious bumps with golden dollar signs flashing!

However, since he and Li Zhan seem to have a little different understanding of the efficacy of the medicine, Cheng Jingchi carefully asked the other party for confirmation: "You said that the effect of these medicinal residues on the face is very small, how small is it?"

Li Zhan said: "It can last for ten years at most. After ten years, it will be what it should be."

Pit father ah!Cheng Jingchi's heart was about to collapse.

To be able to maintain youth for ten years, this is simply against the sky!Such a beauty effect is actually so small?Then the top executives of Guerlain and Lancome in France are probably so ashamed that they committed suicide collectively.

Li Zhan glanced at him strangely. Compared with warriors with a long lifespan, the lifespan of ordinary people in just a few decades is almost negligible. Maybe a retreat, or a trip to some secret realm, the world has already changed. Once, the dregs of the medicine can only maintain the appearance of ten years, and its effect can only be called negligible.

Cheng Jingchi expressed strong contempt for his ignorance.

In this era, women spend a lot of money for youthful beauty without frowning. At the beginning, after licking a small amount, the scars on their faces were completely removed in just one night, without even a trace.

Now that there are so many medicinal residues on the ground, how many bottles of scar cream, how many beauty masks, and how many bottles of moisturizing cream can be made!

Cheng Jingchi seemed to see all the giants all over the sky like angels with little wings crawling into his pocket, and she was so beautiful.

Thinking about how he washed away so many gold bumps yesterday, he suddenly felt that he had lost a lot.

Sure enough, if you don't study much, you will suffer a lot if you come out to hang out.

Thinking of this, Cheng Jingchi didn't hesitate anymore, and quickly squatted down, gathering all the medicine residues on the ground together.Since he didn't have a suitable container at hand, he took local materials and put them all into the alchemy furnace that was said to be a fryer, leaving no ash behind.

Although Li Zhan didn't say anything about his behavior of picking up trash, his eyes were red and he expressed his disapproval.

"This is a good thing." Cheng Jingchi heyed, and now he didn't feel scared at all with Li Zhan's spotted face, instead he felt very kind.

He feels kind to anyone who can bring him amiable and respectable money.

"You don't know how obsessed women are with beauty care these days. Let alone it can last for ten years, even if it can only last for a month, there are many people rushing to buy it."

Cheng Jingchi has already begun to look forward to how popular these medicinal residues will be after they are actually made into beauty and skin care products.

He looked up at the streaked face on Li Zhan's face, probably he had treated it, at least now there are no more blood beads, but it still looks shockingly ugly, when he goes out at night, he doesn't need makeup, just Can cos black impermanence.

Cheng Jingchi lowered her head to look at the pot in her arms and the medicine dregs in the pot. It was rare for her conscience to realize that she raised her head and said, "Well, does this Ningbi Pill have any effect on that... on your face? Although men don't You rely on your face to make a living, but if you look good, you won't suffer a lot if you come out as a fool."

Nowadays, when employers recruit people, especially for clerical positions, they will specifically indicate good image and good temperament in the recruitment requirements. This shows how much this society that looks at appearances attaches great importance to appearance requirements.

As far as their small post office is concerned, during the interview, they try their best to choose beautiful and sweet girls. It is said that Xiao Li recruited it because she had some uncle who was the chief of the post office and said hello to the leader, or else maybe They cannot enter their units.

"No need." Li Zhan said expressionlessly.

Cheng Jingchi was sensitively aware that when his face was mentioned, Li Zhan's demeanor became visibly ruthless, and the previously harmonious atmosphere was swept away, and the air became a little depressed.

"Well, I'm not saying you're ugly. In fact, you look like this. You have a personality. I heard that there are rebellious teenagers abroad who deliberately make their faces look like zombies. You are much cooler than them. Well, at least it's pure natural, non-polluting...hehehe..." After Cheng Jingchi said it, she couldn't keep talking nonsense, and she was very embarrassed.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtly awkward, and Cheng Jingchi even felt that her breathing was not smooth, and when she was thinking of finding an excuse to leave, the mobile phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated and buzzed.

Takeaway has arrived.

Cheng Jingchi breathed a sigh of relief, and went downstairs to get takeaway as if she was being amnesty.

It was almost seven o'clock at this time, the sky gradually darkened, and the street lamps came on one by one.

Li Zhan stood by the window, silently looking out the window.

Cheng Jingchi's home is on the second floor, and the lights are not turned on in the room. Under the dim street lights, Li Zhan's profile is far more attractive than his frontal face. The lines are sharp, the bridge of the nose is straight and straight, and the details of his face are hidden in the shadows. I can't see clearly, only a vague outline is drawn, and it looks faintly ancient and mysterious.

This is a man with a great story.

Cheng Jingchi suddenly felt a desire to explore him.

Xuan Yu, Bi Ning Dan, Warrior, Rift in Time and Space.

Sooner or later, Cheng Jing overturned the previous speculation that Li Zhan was a mysterious department of the country.

Who is he?from where?Where are you going again?Why do you know so much?

His mind was full of messy questions, all about Li Zhan.

"Wh-bang--"

I don't know where the fireworks are set off, and the sound of the fireworks blowing interrupted Li Zhan's meditation.

He turned his face away, and at exactly the same time, Cheng Jingchi turned on the light.

When the light came, facing Li Zhan's weird mottled face, Cheng Jingchi, a rare literary artist, immediately returned to reality, and all the thoughts that hurt the spring and autumn, the wind, the flowers, the snow and the moon were all forgotten.

"I put the rice in the kitchen, you can eat it while it's hot. I have to go to work tomorrow, so I have to leave first. Remember my phone number, and remember to call me if you need anything."

He put the rice on the cooking table, pressed two red bills with a great man's head on it, and then carefully left with the precious jar in his arms.