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Tan Xin was very surprised by this. He always thought that Tong Wu knew everything about the Kunlun office hall.

"I don't know. I've only been there once." Tong Wu said.

Tan Xin showed a suddenly realized expression. He knew exactly when Tong Wu went to the Kunlun Office, "It turns out that the head didn't tell you anything, and he protected you very well." The more red broken and purple chimes have not been mentioned, I am afraid they were warned by Yan Jingchen.

"Is there any problem there?" Tong Wu keenly caught the attitude of Tan Xin's words.

"It's nothing, since the leader doesn't say anything..." Tan Xin paused, "It's not convenient for me to say it, he did it for your own good, so just pretend that today's conversation never happened!"

Tong Wu: "..."

What these people say is simple, what is "pretend it never happened", if you really can ignore certain things that have happened and have a strong sense of existence, can you still be a "person"?If he could really do it, he wouldn't be brooding over his past, and hating the matter of sucking blood for a living.

This topic was ended by Tong Wu's silence, but in fact, it was not erased from his heart.

Half a month later, while Tong Wu was writing in the room, Yan Jingchen came.

He hadn't been down the mountain for many days. When Tong Wu saw him now, he found that his face was very haggard. It must be because of the busy affairs in the sect these days, so he naturally put down the pen in his hand and went up to greet him. Yan Jingchen sat down, served tea and water, and was very attentive.

Yan Jingchen leaned back in the chair and was resting with his eyes closed. When he heard the movement, he opened his eyelids. He happened to bend down to put down the cup with Wuzheng. A strand of hair from his sideburns fell on his cheeks, looking very soft and beautiful.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand, brushing that lock of hair for Tong Wu.

Touched by him, Tong Wu was startled and took a step back nervously.

"Sorry..." Yan Jingchen was awakened by his action, and apologized: "I was a little abrupt and scared you?"

"No." Tong Wu shook his head.

"Oh, I thought you didn't like being touched by me." In fact, every time he tried to touch Tong Wu, he would read tension in his eyes and expression. Unable to hold back, he asked the words that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

Maybe... because of being too tired, so tired that I lost my mind!

Tong Wu didn't answer, and Yan Jingchen suddenly felt that maybe he would never get Tong Wu's answer in this life. The deep fatigue dared to make his mind sticky, and fell asleep in this quiet atmosphere after a while, even if Tong Wu stumbled He hugged him to the bed without hesitation, but he didn't even intend to wake up.

Seeing Yan Jingchen sleeping soundly, Tong Wu's thoughts were extremely complicated, he reached out to touch Yan Jingchen's cheek, and sighed softly: "How could you not like it..."

"..." Yan Jingchen's breathing was still calm.

"I miss you a lot these days."

When he realized that he had special feelings for Yan Jingchen, Tong Wu himself was a little surprised. He didn't know if he was affected by Tan Xin's words and couldn't understand his feelings, or if he really had some inexplicable expectations for Yan Jingchen. , even recalling his care for himself and those intimate little actions towards himself, it became a bit bitter and sweet.

Covering Yan Jingchen with a thin quilt, Tong Wu turned around and continued to write. Recently, his luck has become more and more mature. From the beginning of writing a stroke, he had to break it several times. Now the pen has been completed in one go, and the speed of progress is comparable to that of a rocket. , not to mention the handwriting written by his luck, which became more and more sharp.

When Yan Jingchen woke up, Tong Wu had almost finished writing the stack of papers he had prepared today, and he had finished his homework.

Afraid of disturbing Tongwu, he purposely made no sound after waking up, and didn't lift the quilt until he finished writing the last stroke.

"Are you awake?" Tong Wu turned around when he heard the movement, and saw Yan Jingchen picking up the cup of cold tea to drink, so he stopped him immediately, "Don't drink it, it's cold, I'll get you a new cup."

"Okay, thank you."

Tong Wu turned to exchange hot tea, Yan Jingchen leaned over to read his writing.

Not seeing each other for half a month, Tong Wu's writing has improved again. Yan Jingchen poured his true energy into his eyes and took a closer look, and saw a few wisps of black and dark green qi floating on the words, which belonged to Tongwu's unique form of qi. Looking at the entire cultivation world, it is impossible to find another person like him.

Looking at the strokes of his brush strokes, the horizontal and vertical sharpness is undisguised, and there is a chilling air in every way.

There was a killing intent in his heart, even if it was only a flash in the pan, but the things attached to these words could not escape Yan Jingchen's eyes.

Yan Jingchen thought to himself, following this trend, Tong Wu would definitely be able to "kill a person in ten steps and never stop a thousand miles", not to mention his special physique. Those demon cultivators who were so rich and jaded were mixed together...it was unbearable.

As usual, he put the words written by Tong Wu into the bag, but Yan Jingchen's expression did not reveal anything. He took a sip of the tea Tong Wu handed him, and immediately felt relieved.

But when Tong Wu saw that the stack of words he had written just now disappeared, he immediately turned his eyes to Yan Jingchen, who smiled back, still not intending to hand over the things.

"Collect the tattered ones." Although he said so, his smile did not diminish.

Yan Jingchen was a little dazed for a while, but also a little understanding, and a little hesitant, and finally said nothing, and bowed his head to drink tea.

It's almost autumn, and the weather is very gloomy today. It's raining in the early autumn season, which is not heavy, but walking in the rain without an umbrella, you can always feel the dampness of the cold spring.

It was raining outside, so the Internet cafe's business couldn't be very good. Tong Wu sat in a chair in a daze, looking tired, and couldn't even read a book.

He didn't like this kind of weather very much. This cold and damp feeling always reminded him of the days when he was lying in the ground.

He died, but he didn't die, he became a zombie and was sealed. He was buried with a high-quality coffin and piles of gold, silver and jade, but he still couldn't block the cold air and dampness that seeped in from all directions. Especially, he was buried extremely deep, there were no four seasons under ten feet, occasionally "woke up" to regain his sanity, and his three yin body suddenly felt chills biting his bones.

At this time, Tong Wu only felt a dull pain in the joints between the bones, like joint disease caused by soaking in the icy water in winter for a long time, and he couldn't even lift his pen.

Knowing that it was an illusion, he still couldn't help turning pale and almost dripping a few drops of cold sweat.

After thinking wildly for a while, Tong Wu glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, and saw that it was almost twelve midnight.

At such a time, it is unlikely that any guests will come. Tong Wu began to count the turnover and keep accounts. He was very serious when counting the money, and kept his head down for fear of making mistakes. When a customer came in, He didn't notice it right away, until a shadow fell over his head, and he raised his head belatedly to meet the person who came.

In fact, it is not so much looking at each other as it is Tong Wu being scrutinized unilaterally, because the other party's eyes are covered under the brim of the hat and they can't see clearly.

Realizing that the other party is not easy to mess with, Tong Wu gave up trying to read something from the other party's eyes, and instead put on a look that a network administrator should have: "Hello, do you go online? Night or hour? Hall four Six yuan for a private room, please show your ID card." This sentence is almost a code, if you want to go to the service hall, basically hand over the money without saying a word-of course they will not really give you your ID card, the cultivation world The population management system has not yet been implemented.

At the same time, Tong Wu glanced at the man's upper body exposed on the counter by standing up, and silently came to a conclusion: this man's clothes are so ugly that people can't look at him closely.

The person who came didn't know what Tong Wu was thinking, so he neither answered nor handed over the money. After a while, he said four words with care: "It really is you."

This person's tone of voice was so strange that people couldn't understand what it meant for a while, so they had to pretend to be stupid.

"Guest, may I ask you..."

He was interrupted by someone before he finished speaking, his tone was so harsh and his attitude so outrageous that people wanted to punch him for no reason, "Don't talk nonsense with me, just admit your identity openly." Yin Yang sneered angrily, "The dignified Kunlun sect can tolerate such filth, what kind of upright leader is it?"

Tong Wu: "..."

The leader of the decent leader is all given by you, okay... Tong Wu heard Hong Sui complain more than once, those old stubborn stones in the cultivation world like to label the Kunlun faction, they want to be the second, and no one is willing to give them this opportunity ——More than 800 years ago, there was a sb sect master of a second-rate sect who wanted to curry favor with the Kunlun sect, and flattered him to give him the title of a decent leader.

Wouldn't it be nice to acquiesce that the Kunlun faction is the number one faction in cultivation?You have to say what you are doing to pile up people on the cusp of the storm!

Seeing that Tong Wu didn't answer, the man thought he was guilty, so he slapped the counter again, "Why don't you speak, are you guilty?"

"I have nothing to be guilty of." Tong Wu suddenly raised his head when he was caught off guard, "Guests, you are here to surf the Internet. My Internet cafe welcomes you at any time. If you say something inexplicable and make trouble, don't blame me for being rude. "

"You're welcome to me? Little zombie with more than a hundred years, why not be afraid, I can crush you to death with just one finger." As he spoke, the man squinted at Tong Wu proudly, thinking that he had said enough To be straightforward enough, this little bastard with no cultivation in front of me is just stubborn, and he will surely admit his identity in a few moments. Not only will he be able to take down this corpse repairer and go back to refining weapons, but he can also discredit a Kunlun faction by the way, killing two birds with one stone. .

It's just that his wishful thinking was wrong, and people who are too lazy to deal with Tong Wu have always been treated coldly.

He picked up the phone and dialed three numbers without any expression, and said calmly after the connection: "Hey Yaoyaoling, I'm here...to make trouble for someone...send someone within 5 minutes, okay, okay Yes, thank you!"

The visitor was speechless for a while, and his facial muscles trembled: "Don't play tricks with me, mortals can't enter this place, which angered my uncle, see if I don't kill you filth with an axe."

At this moment, the door behind Tong Wu was pushed open vigorously, startling both him and the man in black outside the counter.