Card Mutation

"What did you say?" Xing Zhuo's deep voice was threatening.

He himself was a coincidence, so he did as Fei Chen said.

"I just wanted to say, I want you to ask Xiao Min to help me go back." Fei Chen rubbed his temples, frowning, "Your alcohol is too high."

"Tch, I'm not willing to hug you yet."

Xing Zhuo rolled his eyes, turned to call Xiao Min, but was stunned for a moment, Xiao Min who was supposed to be standing behind them disappeared.

"Where is the person?" Xing Zhuo looked around the entire roof in wonder, but there was no sign of Xiao Min.

Fei Chen opened his eyes, saw that he was turning a little too much, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Xiao Min is gone."

"Huh?" Fei Chen put the mask back on his face, pressed his hands on Xing Zhuo's shoulders, followed his shoulders, and propped himself up to look at the scene behind Xing Zhuo.

Only the cool wind blows.

"Strange." Fei Chen muttered, he saw Xiao Min just now.

Having a headache, Fei Chen pressed his head with his left hand, and Xing Zhuo's shoulder with his right hand. The feeling of his body hanging in the air was really insecure.

"Forget it, take me down." Fei Chen said, the volume was very low, with some irritability and impatience, but under the harmony of his own voice, this irritability and impatience did not make people disgusted.

"All right, all right, you are the uncle."

Xing Zhuoxin wondered if it was because he was a partner and he could see his face, how could he, Mr. Xing, do what he said like an obedient servant.

It had already been thrown from the roof.

He was the only one who served as Xing Zhuo's servant, but when he met Fei Chen, he was summoned.

Xing Zhuoyue thought more and more unbelievably, and felt that the person who was not clear-headed should be himself.

Is it really the blood of the snake and the blood of the black dragon?

While struggling, it was rare for him to think deeply, while striding forward to carry him back to the bedroom.

Not to mention, Xing Zhuo walked quite steadily, Fei Chenxu held his shoulders, and he could hardly feel the shaking, which calmed down his irritability caused by drunkenness a little.

A blood butterfly flew by behind him.

Xing Zhuo glanced at it, and continued to walk forward indifferently.

The blood butterfly flew to the top of the building, gathered with several blood butterflies hidden on the side of the roof, and gradually turned into the outline of a young girl, and then materialized.

Xiao Min's face was distorted and a little ferocious because of the restraint he exerted.

She didn't like Xing Zhuo at first, and she didn't like him very much later, but now...

She changed her mind about Xing Zhuo.

Xiao Min covered her face, it was impolite to bring two-dimensional fantasies into the three-dimensional world, she had already completely suppressed it, but the scene just now made a small spark in her heart come out again, and she became Raging trend.

Blazing fire.

"Ruined……"

On the empty roof, Xiao Min stood alone, covered his face with his hands, and sighed softly.

Xiao Min was struggling fiercely on the roof, and Xing Zhuo kicked Fei Chen's half-opened door downstairs and walked in.

The sound of kicking the door made Fei Chen's eyelids twitch, he just saw Xing Zhuo's tendency to kick the door, and just wanted to stop it, but Xing Zhuo finished kicking directly, in a chic and domineering manner.

Fei Chen closed his mouth, forget it.

It was the second time that Xing Zhuo came into Feichen's room. There were various things related to potions in this small room, some messy and some neat.

The whole room has a crowded feeling because there are so many things.

It looks like the room of the weird wizard in the middle world.

There are a few thin books on the innermost bed.

After Xing Zhuo put the person on the bed, he glanced at the title of the book. He thought it would be another love letter, but unexpectedly saw a pattern with a sense of history.

No, these are not books, but many pages stacked together.

Fei Chen sat by the bed, took off the mask, put it on the bedside table beside him, and then lay back, lying on the bed.

"Fei Chen, what are these?"

Xing Zhuo picked up the pile of papers.

"The projection of the ancient books on the earth bought from the trial space."

In the system of the trial space, all the books on the earth can be projected, and they can also be automatically translated into the language that the buyer wants, which greatly facilitates Fei Chen to check the unearthed cultural relics and ancient books.

Fei Chen had great doubts about the "time and space" in the prophecy, so he spent a huge amount of points to buy translated ancient books in the trial space.

Those contents with a long history, even so long that no experts can decipher them, can be directly translated by the trial space.

However, it has limitations. It can only project and translate ancient books that have been unearthed or discovered, and those that have not been unearthed cannot be projected at all.

What cannot be projected also includes the contents on the murals of some ruins on the earth, as well as the text content on the utensils, and the trial space will not be projected.

But the ancient books have been read by Fei Chen for a long time, there are so many ancient books produced in the long river of history, what Xing Zhuo saw was only a very small part of what Fei Chen just bought from the trial system.

Xing Zhuo glanced at the contents of the paper in his hand, all of which were useless information, and looked boring.

"How did you read this?"

Xing Zhuo put these things on the bedside table with little interest, and looked at Fei Chen who was lying carelessly on his back, the other party was rarely childish.

That meandering face looked unbelievable and unreal in the dimly lit room.

As if modeled.

"After all, time and space are mentioned in the prophecy. I think looking for ancient books should reveal it."

Fei Chen spoke like a murmur, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

He suddenly realized something, a carp rolled over and sat up, frowning and pressing his temple.

"Go to bed too."

Xing Zhuo folded his arms and snorted coldly.

"I'm going to drive people away after I'm done calling?"

Fei Chen had just been lying on the bed and almost fell asleep, but suddenly remembered that Xing Zhuo was still there.

"How could it be?" Fei Chen pulled out a smile patiently. In fact, he wanted to hit someone because of his headache and irritability. "It's just that it's late at night, and it's time to sleep."

Xing Zhuo's face became even more mocking, and the word "do not believe" was almost written on his face.

Fei Chen felt even more headache.

Xing Zhuo stood and looked down at Fei Chen who was sitting on the bed. He had already taken off his black robe and threw it on the side of the bed casually, leaving only a thin loose collar and long sleeves.

Fei Chen's half-length black hair had already grown past his neck, and the tail looked very thin. The black hair made the skin on the neck very fair, and also made the neck very slender, but it had the lines of a young man. Not overly weak and slender.

Although his body looked thin, he was not thin. Without the cover of his usual black robe, his slender legs were completely exposed, and his waist looked very thin, which made Xing Zhuo's hands move inexplicably.

There was a fake faint smile on Fei Chenyouli's face, but his brows showed a little irritability because of the master's headache.

Xing Zhuo's gaze finally settled on the other party's collarbone, which was completely exposed because of the loose collar.

A word that came to mind when he looked at Fei Chen - femme fatale.

But how does this word seem to be used more often to describe women, Xing Zhuo struggled for a few seconds.

"Is there something on my face?" Seeing that Xing Zhuo seemed to be in a daze suddenly, Fei Chen had a headache and was not in the mood to observe Xing Zhuo, so he just asked casually.

"No."

Xing Zhuo came back to his senses, not knowing why he felt guilty.

Wait, why should I feel guilty?Xing Zhuo couldn't find a reason, and then became confident again.

The brain became more and more dizzy, and Fei Chen thought to himself that he couldn't drink Xing Zhuo's spirits next time, the aftereffects were really big enough.

"If it's okay, go to sleep today."

Fei Chen looked up at Xing Zhuo, his black eyes were deep, but the sharpness was reduced a bit, as if covered by a filter.

People always have different feelings in the middle of the night than during the day, at least Xing Zhuo now suddenly feels that it is normal for Fei Chen to be a bit bad-tempered.

Xing Zhuo didn't say anything this time, but turned and left directly, his pace was still very fast.

Fei Chen looked at this scene suspiciously, thought for a while and didn't come up with anything, so he stopped looking into it and fell asleep.

That night, both Xiao Min and Xing Zhuo suffered from insomnia, only Fei slept very deeply.

The next day, it was almost noon when Fei Chen woke up, and the hangover still had sequelae, so he took out a potion pill that could relieve hangover and swallowed it.

The potion took effect very quickly, and Fei Chen felt much better after five or six minutes. He changed his clothes, pulled up the black robe on the side, put it on, and pushed open the door to go out.

Xing Zhuo was still not there, Fei Chen only saw Xiao Min with faint dark circles under his eyes.

"Xiao Min, you didn't sleep last night?"

Fei Chen took out an ointment-like potion from the interspatial ring and applied it under her eyes.

Xiao Min raised her head, quietly asked Fei Chen to apply the medicine, and said as still as possible: "I'm insomnia."

"Why are you insomnia?"

"do not know."

Xiao Min lowered her eyes, concealing complex emotions such as excitement, annoyance, self-blame, and joy in her eyes.

No, she has to read a comic to calm down.

She took the initiative to change the subject first: "By the way, Xing Zhuo went to grab ingredients again today."

The taste of the roast sheep last night was still fresh in his memory, so Fei Chen decided to support Xing Zhuo's hunting behavior.

"What did he catch this time?"

"chicken."

It was Xing Zhuo who answered Fei Chen.

“Roast chicken tastes good too...”

"Stewed chicken," Xing Zhuo interrupted him, "Today I want to eat stewed chicken."

"You know how to stew chicken?" Fei Chen was surprised.

Xing Zhuo raised his eyebrows, and asked proudly: "Why not, it's so simple."

This craft will never starve to death on earth.

Fei Chen thinks about the current situation of the earth. Because of the disaster 500 years ago, the earth can be planted area is shrinking, and many edible things are not cheap. It takes a lot of money to cultivate a good chef, which has led to the rise of the chef position. .

Xing Zhuo went to the kitchen to toss the stewed chicken, while Fei Chen went to the living room to look through piles and piles of materials.

He wanted to get the meaning of "Gate of the Abyss" from it, and only by understanding this could he further understand the prophecy.

Fei Chen plunged into the book, time passed unknowingly, the light outside turned from full to dark, and Xiao Min turned on the light.

A tantalizing aroma came from the kitchen, Fei Chen put down the documents in his hand and looked towards the kitchen.

"The culinary skills of the Black Dragon Clan seem really good." Fei Chen said to himself.

He stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Xing Zhuo's tall man was wearing an apron, which looked a little funny and disobedient.

He was holding a bowl of soup in his hand to taste the taste, Fei Chen probed over, and he pressed a spoon against Fei Chen's lips.

"Try it."

Don't doubt, Xing Zhuo would have been up to the sky if he had a tail.

When Xiao Min came up and saw this scene again, she tensed her face, feeling that the fire that she had finally extinguished was burning again, and the fire was spreading like a prairie fire.

"Ahem," Xiao Min coughed, "Brother Feichen, we have guests."

The author has something to say: the guest will enter the next dungeon after finishing the plot

The next dungeon =v=very promising