I thought my husband was dying

Damn it, local tyrant!

Zhou Yu looked at the large string of zeros in front of him with golden eyes, as if he saw himself swimming in the ocean of gold coins, and was about to get countless food!

however……

Ahem, Zhou Yu felt that he should be a principled person, so after he clicked to accept, he returned 90 million, leaving only 10 federal coins. This world currency is more valuable than he used to be. The place is a little better, [-] yuan is not too little, and it is just right for medical treatment.

After all, the ancestors said that people should not be too greedy!So Zhou Yu felt extremely satisfied with his behavior of not coveting fame and fortune.

However, Cyril, who was obviously not the same ancestor as him, glanced at the returned Federation currency, his eyes were bottomless and black, and he seemed a little unhappy.

"That's enough, I didn't do much, the main thing is to rely on yourself." Zhou Yu smiled at Xi Ruier, explained, and then held the 10 yuan that had just warmed up in his pocket, and screamed in his heart.

Being rich feels different!

Quickly placed a few orders on the interstellar shopping network, and then decisively pressed the confirmation button.

Hey, Fire Dragon, Yo Yo Deer, Round Duck...

In the fantasy, plates of fat and fragrant cooked meat floated towards Zhou Yu. Zhou Yu's eyes glowed with gold, and he pushed away the nutritional supplements in front of him without hesitation to welcome the pinnacle of his life. All kinds of food almost gave him Buried --- the ideal country for foodies is nothing like this.

hey hey hey hey...

Zhou Yu swallowed, and the total was only nine hundred and ninety-eight!It's too cost-effective!

After some difficulty, I took my attention and eyes away from these prey that looked particularly delicious, and clicked on the largest flower and plant trading website, which is also the one in which the Clinton family holds shares. It owns both phoenix willow and bamboo It is also convenient to buy two kinds of medicines.

After estimating the amount, Zhou Yu filled in a number and address, and clicked the confirm button.

However, in the next second, Walter popped up a window.

"Hello, Fengliu is a hot-selling product. The factory is currently processing it rapidly. Your Fengliu may not arrive until 20 days later. Are you sure you need it?"

20 days? 20 days to arrive? In 20 days, Cyril has rushed to enter the second stage, and this thing has just arrived?What's more, he has to prepare in advance!

20 days is definitely not enough.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yu quickly opened several other flower and plant trading websites, only to find that the same situation occurred in each of them!Fengliu is always out of stock.

This made Zhou Yu a little distressed. He placed two orders on the Huacao website, and asked them to send Zhuye and Fengliu first... Zhou Yu frowned. It would be impossible to miss this medicine, so what should I do? ?

Just as he was racking his brains to think about how to get rid of such a blind medicine, and there was no news of Sai Dong coming, he suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the door vigilantly.

I always feel... It seems that something broke in through the air just now, and made a "buzzing" sound in the air.

The sound was very slight, so small that it was almost inaudible, but Zhou Yu was paralyzed from scalp to spine, and his whole body was on alert as if he was facing an enemy.

what happened?

Zhou Yu stared intently at the sky. After recovering his body in the past two days, his eyesight became better and better, but he still didn't see anything wrong in the sky.

Could it be his illusion?

But the numbness from head to toe is almost instinctive...

[Dung? ] Zhou Yu put away Walter, slowly stood up from the chair, and whispered in his heart.

The little black cat yawned at the side, and it seemed that it didn't notice anything wrong, but it just saw Zhou Yu order him a little fish and dried it.

Thinking that his shit-shoveling officer is not good at anything else, he is still very good at cooking, so for the sake of the upcoming whole fish feast, he asked patiently at this moment, 【What's wrong? 】【...Maybe I misheard. 】Walk around and found nothing unusual, Zhou Yu sat back on the chair, and at the same time the uncomfortable feeling disappeared, could it be that he heard it wrong?

He looked back, only to see Cyril, who had noticed his movement, cast a questioning look.

"It's nothing, it should be an illusion." After speaking, he glanced at the time, reached for the potion that had been prepared on the table, and signaled to Xi Ruier, "It's time to drink the potion."

Cyril looked at the young man with a solemn expression. The young man seemed to tense up for a moment just now, and he must have noticed something was wrong.

He can't use his investigative ability now. If he had released his mental tentacles in the past, he would be able to control everything within a radius of ten miles. Those who were close to him could even feel the heartbeat and the movements of organs in his body.

It's a pity that he doesn't have such surveillance ability now, but the boy does. Reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance are the unique skills of guides, and they are also their talents. Even a freshman guide is very sensitive in this regard out of instinct.

From this point of view, the sentinel and the guide are not on the same level at all, so since the young man has noticed it, there must be something wrong.

What's more, the young man's sense of vigilance was even directly transmitted to Cyril's little remaining sentinel consciousness through the pheromone he emitted, which made him also subconsciously take precautions.

This kind of situation is very rare, because the juvenile is not yet an adult, the smell, that is, there is not much pheromone at all, basically only the sentinel of sex can smell it, and such a smell is not related to him without establishing a mark. The remnant sentinel consciousness actually resonated. In addition to the super high matching rate, there was another important reason, that is, something really happened, and something happened that made him very vigilant. This was quite a dangerous signal.

Maybe he didn't realize it himself, but his instinct had already helped him identify it.

---There must be something odd in this room.

Even if this is Clinton Palace... it's not a perfectly defended fortress.

Thinking of this, Cyril immediately wanted to remind the young man, but a straw was suddenly handed over. After many times of cooperation, Cyril subconsciously took it when he saw the straw, and when he recovered, he wanted to use up the straw. When reminding the boy, he unexpectedly found that he couldn't call out the light board!

what happened?

Although it was strenuous, even when he just woke up, using Walt was within his ability, but now...

And it's not just a bare board, Cyril was shocked to find that part of the body recovered in the past two days seemed to return to the previous state at this moment, unable to move at all!The green clear flow in the body is still there, and the black mist has not expanded, and it has not even moved peacefully, just like the previous two days.

why?What went wrong?

Cyril kept trying to recall the autonomy of his body, and kept looking at the boy, wanting him to leave the room immediately!But he couldn't do anything, as if he was controlled by something, his body couldn't help himself at all!

This kind of range beyond his control appeared again and again, and Cyril let out an irritable roar from the bottom of his heart. The sentinel's instinct made him unable to bear a guide who matched himself in danger, and he not only She doesn't have the ability to protect him yet, and she can't even control herself at all!

This kind of cognition almost drove him crazy, and the already messed up spiritual realm was once again hit by a storm, and Cyril's eyes gradually began to turn red.

Spiritual dissociation...

This is the disease that every Sentinel without a guide has, and it will eventually lead to mania, and countless Sentinels have died of this disease in history.

And the sentinel controlled by mania has no reason at all.

Cyril only felt that every muscle in his body was tensed, and the storm in his head was getting bigger and bigger, and he was getting closer and closer to that critical value.

Everything in front of him has changed, the space is distorted, and it is scarlet. The sound of cannonballs in the field sounded in Cyril's ears, and even a trace of blood rose in the air.

In that illusory, his only sanity was about to be swallowed up by the storm, leaving only a trace of instinctive remnants.

Run!

However, Zhou Yu didn't notice his changes at all. He was tidying up his own things on the table. It was found that something was wrong with Cyril's state.

After all, this is already the sixth dose, and the two of them are basically used to it.

What's more, with the previous experience, he can basically judge that the medicine is useful, so Zhou Yu didn't stay by Cyril's side as hard as he did the first time, waiting for his reaction.

And he also planned to go downstairs after feeding the last cup of medicine. After three times of "rejection" effect today, Cyril needs to take a good rest anyway.

When Zhou Yu walked to the door and was about to hand over the things in his hand to the tray robot, suddenly, "Ding Dong ---" sounded, and the sound was particularly crisp in the empty room.

Zhou Yu was taken aback for a moment, and it took him a long time to realize that the voice came from Walter on his wrist.I found the receiving place not so skillfully, and after studying for a while, Zhou Yu opened the email, and it turned out that it was a message from Saibin.

"Is there anything unusual at home?"

Simple and clear, straight to the point, not like Sabine's usual style of advancing and retreating, Zhou Yu frowned and replied, "No."

"That's good, go back to the room now, stay here and don't come out, no matter what happens, don't come out!"