Planar Trash

After get off work on Friday, Cheng Jingchi went around the new house as usual.

The vortex portal has not been opened for the past few days. He is worried that Li Zhan will not feel at ease staying in the house alone, so he still comes to take a look every day.

Li Zhan was still the same, still wearing the 30 yuan T-shirt and slacks he bought casually outside that day, sitting cross-legged on the floor, with his hands on his knees in the state of an old monk in meditation.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Li Zhan closed his eyes and did not move.

Cheng Jingchi checked around, the balcony window was open, and the mattress in the bedroom that was brought in last time hadn't even been removed from the plastic packaging, and it was still standing against the wall.

His heart moved, and he glanced at the kitchen. Sure enough, there were two empty disposable plastic lunch boxes thrown in the trash can he bought yesterday. They looked like they were the takeaways he ordered last night. Then he looked at the cooking table. The three photos of Grandpa Mao he put there last time were still lying there in good order.

A strange thought suddenly popped up in his mind, wouldn't Li Zhan not go out and just eat one meal these days, and just meditate on the ground like this?

Thinking about it this way, Cheng Jingchi thought it was very possible.

He didn't leave a spare key for Li Zhan, and Li Zhan certainly didn't look like he was willing to go out with that mottled face, and he didn't hear any strange people coming in and out from the guard.

The more I think about it, the more I feel guilty and ashamed, and I feel that I have not considered it thoroughly.

"Have you not eaten all day?" Cheng Jingchi couldn't help asking.

After Li Zhan finished his work, he opened his eyes and looked at him: "Warrior will not feel hungry even if he does not eat for several months."

Cheng Jingchi: "..."

Did Bigu become a god?

What about the fast food box in the kitchen trash can?

When Cheng Jingchi was secretly slandering, Li Zhan paused, and said again: "However, your food cooking methods are very clever, and the taste is good."

Cheng Jingchi: "..."

So is this a rhythm that is not hungry but honest?

Cheng Jingchi took out the phone to order takeaway, thought for a while and asked him, "What do you want to eat?"

Li Zhan thought about it seriously, and said, "The chicken nuggets I ate the day before yesterday were pretty good."

So Cheng Jingchi ordered a box lunch of roasted chicken with mushrooms.

Waiting for the meal to be delivered was boring, Cheng Jingchi swept the house, collected the garbage in the kitchen and threw it away. When he came back to see that Li Zhan had finally stopped meditating, he hesitated, but walked over. Sitting cross-legged across from him, he asked suspiciously, "What kind of warrior are you really?"

Li Zhan obviously refused to answer this question.

Cheng Jingchi touched her nose, feeling that she was a bit boring asking this question.

The two of them were talking nonchalantly for half a sentence, and Cheng Jingchi had no intention of chatting anymore. She was bored and looked around, feeling that it was meaningless. Finally, she slipped back to Li Zhan's face and said with a "huh": "The spots on your face seem to be much lighter."

Nima looked like a real version of Spider-Man before, but now the markings are not only much lighter, but also much less.

Li Zhan didn't answer this time, but stretched out his hand instead. I don't know how he did it. Cheng Jingchi only felt that the air around him seemed to be much drier, and his skin felt a little uncomfortable. Then Li Zhan's empty palm suddenly An ice pick the size of a pen appeared, and as the surrounding air became drier, the ice pick became bigger and bigger, and finally became the size of a fruit knife, lying quietly in Li Zhan's palm.

Cheng Jingchi opened her eyes wide, feeling that her three views were shattered and she couldn't even pick it up.

"You, you, you, you really have super powers?" He was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately reacted, jumped up from the ground, and hurriedly closed the windows and doors—however, the house decorated like a model house, let alone There is no furniture, not even curtains, and even closing the windows does not enhance much privacy.

Li Zhan stood up from the ground, grasped it with five fingers, and the ice pick shattered into countless ice balls, and then dissipated in the air.

Cheng Jingchi: "..."

He rushed over in two steps in three steps, grabbed Li Zhan's hand and checked it up and down, except that the hand was extraordinarily slender and beautiful, with strong joints, he couldn't find any difference from other people's hands.

"How did you do it?" He was amazed.

Li Zhan laughed.

This is just the most basic method for warriors, absorbing the power of the five elements in the surrounding environment and transforming it into their own attribute attacks. Unexpectedly, it caused such a big reaction from Cheng Jingchi.

If he knew that he could prove his identity as a warrior so easily, why was he so entangled before?

After Cheng Jingchi was surprised, she was extremely excited.

God!

It's actually true!

"Let's have another look." He couldn't help but excitedly said.

Li Zhan smiled and didn't move at all, but Cheng Jingchi was surprised to find that it was snowing in the room.

Snowflakes as big as goose feathers fluttered down from the ceiling, landing on his head, shoulders, and clothes.

The sky is full of sunset outside the window, but snowflakes are flying all over the sky in the house. The two completely different weathers are only separated by a wall.

Cheng Jingchi was eye-opening, with a face full of disbelief.

"Ah chirp!" Cheng Jingchi stood in the heavy snow, sneezed loudly, and said, "It's amazing."

"Sorry." Li Zhan immediately took back the snowflakes, and the temperature in the room rose sharply.

Cheng Jingchi seems to have opened the door to a new world, and the outlook on life and the world formed in the past 25 years is in jeopardy.

Before he finished sighing, a strange wind suddenly rose in the room. The wind was warm, and it made his clothes rattle, blowing around Cheng Jingchi like a dryer.

Cheng Jingchi only felt a gust of warm air blowing against her face, which was extremely warm and comfortable, and she was so comfortable that she could only hear the sound of fabric being torn, and the warm air suddenly stopped.

Cheng Jingchi looked down and was stunned.

It turned out that the strange wind created by Li Zhan formed a wind eye from bottom to top, and the wind speed at the bottom was so fast that it actually shredded one of his trouser legs.

Li Zhan was also stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect such a thing to happen, with a horrible expression on his face: "Sorry, I forgot that the fabrics of your ordinary people are too fragile."

Suddenly falling into the world of ordinary people, forgetting that people in this world neither practice nor wear equipment with various functions. The defense of the cloth cannot even withstand the most ordinary hurricane vortex.

Cheng Jingchi didn't mind at all, she just felt that today was really wonderful.

He has been completely overwhelmed by Li Zhan's warrior skills, looking at Li Zhan with respect in his eyes.

The wind blows when you want it, the snow falls when you want it to snow, and the hailstone falls when you want it to fall. This is a humanoid weather controller!Even air conditioning and heating can be saved in the future.

Even if a diaosi from a commoner background sees such a heaven-defying golden finger and a big shot, what he thinks about is how to save money and make money, and never thinks about how to dominate the world and dominate the world, and the great goal of making his younger brother reach the pinnacle of life.

Li Zhan's eyes fell on his calf, and his brows frowned: "Are you injured?"

Only then did Cheng Jingchi wake up from the excitement, and said nonchalantly, "Oh, this, it's an injury I suffered when I was a child, and I'm experimenting with the scar-removing effect of the Ningbi Pill dregs!"

He reached out to remove the gauze, and found that the scar removal cream made by his grandfather with countless formulas had only faded away the ugly scars a little. It was much better, and now it looked like a mark the size of a red line. You can't see it unless you look carefully.

It seems that the effect of external application is not much worse than internal application.

"The dregs of Ningbi Pill are really effective." Cheng Jingchi was very happy.

The scar removal plasters on the market are all mediocre, and the only way to completely remove the scars is through surgery and skin grafting.He had a premonition that if the dregs of Ningbi Dan were made into a scar-removing ointment, it would definitely cause a sensation.

Thinking of this, Cheng Jingchi couldn't wait to go back and think about it, when the takeaway arrived.

He went downstairs to pick up the takeaway, and said to Li Zhan: "I have something to do these two days, so I may not come here. Is it okay if you are alone? I put some money and a set of spare keys on the cooking table in the kitchen. If you are bored You can go around the neighborhood. It’s relatively desolate and there are few people here. You can take a car to the city. There are many people, shops, and food. Do you know how to take a bus? There is a bus stop less than 50 meters to the left of the door. 210 is fine, no need to transfer.”

Li Zhan nodded: "It's okay, you don't have to worry about me."

"Oh." Cheng Jingchi touched his nose, and his harsh tone made him feel a little self-indulgent.

Why does a big man want him to worry so much?Maybe he thought he was meddling.

He looked around and felt that there was nothing to say, so he planned to go downstairs.

His grandpa's birthday is tomorrow, and he and his mother will go back to the countryside to celebrate his grandpa's birthday.

When the door was closed, he saw Li Zhan standing by the window again through the crack of the door, looking at the lights of thousands of houses outside the window. For some reason, that figure seemed a bit lonely in Cheng Jingchi's eyes.

By chance, Cheng Jingchi asked: "Tomorrow is my grandfather's birthday, do you want to go to the countryside with me?"