The BE hero who was abused by me has become a sperm

For no reason, Song Yi was in a bad mood, and Song Yi didn't say much all the way. Even if Fuyun pretended to be kind and wanted to take over his heavy load, he shook his head and refused.

How can you let Zai Zai do such chores!

Fu Yun was also happy to have a leisurely time, originally it was just a talk, and the other party didn't appreciate it.Hanging out with strangers on the first day here was a bold move he had never done before.

There are too many unknowns in this world, and Song Yi's personality cannot be seen in a short time, but from the fact that the other party was treated maliciously by his roommates, it can be guessed that this person is not a good person.

Even in front of him, he always looks gentle and kind.

Still can't keep him.

In the taxi, Song Yi took out his mobile phone and received Meng Dengyuan's money transfer. That guy is a second-generation rich man, and he is not merciless in the slightest when helping others with a small amount of money, and he will not have any psychological burden.After all, it was what the person wanted to give.

His fingers kept clicking and sliding on the flat screen, and the phone's light shone on his face, reflecting a small piece of light.At this moment, Fuyun's attention was finally withdrawn from this big moving box.

He is good at light work, and it is not difficult to travel thousands of miles a day, but today he sat on this strange iron box and moved by himself.

When the car started to start, Fu Yun was taken aback, but Song Yi understood and quickly calmed Zai Zai's panic while the driver was not paying attention.

It's coaxing, but it's just explaining indiscriminately with some terms that Fuyun has never heard of, and explaining it if he can't understand it, but the fear is always taken away by curiosity.

In the dormitory just now, he noticed the small box in Song Yi's roommate's hand. He thought it was a treasure unique to that person, but now he found out that Song Yi also has one.

This world has brought him too many surprises, and Mingming keeps repeating in his mind: You are going to kill him, how can you take the initiative to join him.

But curiosity overwhelmed the negligible killing intent, Fu Yun tilted his head and approached, scrupulous about etiquette, he gave up and put a short distance from the person in front of him, and tapped the phone with his fingers in the air: "...What is this?"

Song Yi paused when he clicked on the screen, because he was holding something in his heart, he suddenly realized that he had neglected Zai Zai for a long time, and started playing with his mobile phone as soon as he got in the car, almost forgetting that Fu Yun didn't know anything about modern times.

He suddenly felt that he was not a human being, and quickly put the mobile phone into Fuyun's hand, and began to explain everything in detail.

There are countless scenery skipped by the car window at a very high speed, the taxi is speeding on the road, but the two people in the back seat are cuddling together, just for a small electronic device.

Realizing that no matter how much he explained to the other party, Song Yi couldn't hold back his cheap claws, touched the ponytail that was constantly shaking due to driving, then quickly retracted his hand, cleared his throat: "It's okay, I I'll take you to buy one tomorrow, and it will come naturally after playing more."

Song Yi thought that his inconspicuous movements would not be noticed, but Fu Yun, who has been fighting with people all the year round and can be alarmed by the slightest movement, has already sensed it.

People who practice martial arts have sensitive hair, and their scalp will be pulled when touched lightly, causing a slight tremor.

However, Song Yi just regarded it as a mistaken touch. If he hadn't felt it, the other party would probably have pretended nothing happened.Fu Yun's eyes darkened, seeing that this guy is not guilty at all of doing bad things, he is definitely not a good person.

Silently deepened the idea of ​​​​getting rid of the other party.

There is still a pair of slippers left in the dormitory, Song Yi barely makes do with it, so he doesn't have to be barefoot anymore.

A thick carpet was laid near the sofa, and the air conditioner was blowing air-conditioning, so it didn't feel hot. He turned on the TV, and waved to Fuyun again, mouthing "Come here."

It is undoubtedly an excellent opportunity for the two of them to be together alone, Fu Yun nodded slightly, and walked towards Song Yi step by step.Seeing that he was walking slowly, the other party patted the sofa cushion beside him, his face full of expectation.

The blue fire gathered quietly in the palm of his hand, and Fu Yun realized that the kid in front of him might not even be able to stop his own blow, and it only takes a few seconds for the raging fire to burn, and it can instantly turn into dust.

He imagined the appearance of Song Yi being roasted by the fire. He might not scream, the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes were quickly swallowed by the tongue of fire, all the water in his body was evaporated, and finally turned into a pitch-black dry bone.

He was shocked by the imaginary picture in his mind for a moment, thinking that he had put it into practice, so he quickly took a closer look, and saw that the person was sitting on the sofa, watching him unable to walk for a long time, with doubts on his face.

Fuyun put his burning right hand behind his back, and walked over with big strides, only one blow, one blow!All threats will cease to exist.

Recalling the painful experience of being betrayed by relatives and friends, the other party's cold sword pierced his chest, Fu Yun didn't feel any pain, only cold.

The chill that pierced his heart penetrated deep into his bones, almost making him fall into an ice cellar.

Do you want to plant a disaster for yourself again?

The answer is of course no.

Fuyun's iris was slightly red, and his right hand behind his back was completely covered by blue fire, and he seemed to be in a daze.

The moment he was about to strike, he was suddenly pulled hard by someone, and the blue fire in his palm dissipated like a conditioned reflex. Before he regained consciousness, he saw Song Yi's slightly worried face.

"What's the matter? Are you homesick?" Song Yi held the other party in his arms and coaxed him—for some reason, he mistook such a dangerous person.

The protagonist was not aggressive when he was young, so he let others bully him, but when he grew up, Fuyun devoted his whole life to cultivation, and never shed a tear again, no wonder Song Yi was being sentimental.

He saw Fuyun's changing irises. The novel and the reality are indeed quite different. The reflections are reflected around the eye sockets. If you don't look carefully, you will really think that the eye sockets are red.

He didn't even have time to think about it. For Fuyun, Song Yi had lost all his IQ in his life. He didn't even think about it, he just wanted to hold the cub in his arms and coax him. His own son would never see the other party shed a single tear.

On the contrary, different from Song Yi's panic, Fu Yun's face was full of confusion. He obviously wanted to take the opportunity to solve the disaster, but why did he roll into this person's arms after coming and going?

What a frivolity!

He shook his head and hurriedly got up from the human chest, not knowing where the slight panic in his heart came from. Fuyun's eyes were erratic, and he finally noticed the glowing TV in front of him.

The living people inside were crying and laughing, and continued their actions. This is a normal operation in the eyes of modern people, but it is a monster in the eyes of ancient people.

Almost without thinking, Lan Huo in the palm of his hand was worried about where to use it, and he hit it straight up, only to hear a loud bang, the TV screen was pierced by the beam of light, and the brilliance of the figure disappeared, completely useless.

Song Yi was dumbfounded, he hadn't recovered from his TV being violently destroyed by Zai Zai, he turned his head and glanced at Fu Yun who had a strange expression, and was speechless for a long time: "What's wrong with you, why do you want Break the TV?"

After saying this, Song Yi suddenly realized that the early Zai Zai obviously did not receive help from an expert, so how could he use spiritual power in the air?

He could see the blue light just now clearly. If it were someone else, he might have been scared into the hospital by now. Fortunately, Song Yi has a strong psychological quality. Not even the slightest bit of fear.

Maybe it was the sense of trust brought to him by his biological son, but Song Yi still didn't understand the situation, and unknowingly said what he wanted in his heart: "How do you have spiritual power now?"

Aren't you a poor little boy?

He is the poor little one who needs to be taken care of.

Fu Yun raised his eyebrows, and didn't quite understand what the other party meant. What does it mean to have spiritual power now?He has always had it.

Suddenly an idea flashed in his head, he didn't know which string was wrong, Song Yi frequently made up his mind, maybe the timeline was advanced, the protagonist met an expert a few years earlier, learned some skills, and before he had time to sit on the world, he was teleported to modern times.

How else could it be explained that Fu Yun, who had reached the pinnacle, would still cry at him?

Song Yi affirmed this guess, but didn't notice Zai Zai looking at him strangely.The damage to the TV set off a wake-up call for him. If he didn't do a good job of popularizing science, with Fuyun's damage, within a few days, all the equipment in this house would be destroyed.

But before that, he still called the landlord and told a little lie, saying that there was more lightning and the TV was damaged recently, and asked him to help someone to repair it.

The landlord brother is also straightforward. Although he doesn't know that they all live in the same province and city, and he has never heard of thunderstorms, Song Yi volunteered to bear the repair costs. He just provides manpower, and a small favor can help.

The repairman soon arrived at the room, and was also shocked by the extent of the damage to the TV. This, this was smashed out with a big hammer, right? ?

The TV is basically impossible to use. The master claims that he is not good at learning, but he still hints that Song Yi can change to a TV, and says that he can deliver it home.

Song Yi looked at the broken screen of the TV in silence, finally nodded, and decided not to keep its body, and let the repairer take it away.

He and Fuyun stayed in the empty room, and the embarrassment spread.

At this time, Song Yi also realized that the ancients had never seen high-tech products before, and they were also curious about mobile phones in the car. Seeing a living person trapped in a box, they must have tried to save them, but the result was too strong Big, the TV couldn't bear it, which led to such a result.

His Zai Zai is indeed an honest, kind, and radiant young man!

Fuyun who just wanted to clean up the people on TV as monsters: I am not, I am not.

Science popularization must be put on the agenda. Song Yi couldn't bear to blame Fuyun, so he pulled him to sit on the sofa, pointed to the place where the TV was removed by the workers, and explained: "That thing is called a TV. We usually For leisure and entertainment..."

Fu Yun stared at the other's lips, opening and closing, as if possessing magical power.He didn't quite understand the boring technical terms, but under the impetus of his strong learning ability, he could still understand three points of simpler knowledge.

Song Yi was thirsty halfway, and when he went to pour water, he realized that they hadn't eaten dinner. After quickly downing two bowls of Slim, he collapsed on the sofa and explained to others.

The fog of this world was slowly lifted, and everything in front of me seemed to gradually become clear.Fuyun wavered in his heart, and his thirst for knowledge led him to continue listening, but the idea of ​​assassination could only decrease but not increase.

His heart was slightly shaken.

Song Yi yawned, turned on the phone screen and found that it was close to midnight, and it was time to rest. His eyes were sleepy, and he asked unconsciously in a drawn-out voice: "The guest room hasn't been cleaned yet, are you sleeping with me?"

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Fuyun: Forget it, it’s still a shark.