Welcome to the lock demon tower

438 changed the subject, and chatted with Qiao Que about what happened in the Demon Locking Tower: "I never thought that this world would see a big octopus at the end..." Hey, there is still such a touch of kindness.

Qiao Que narrowed his eyes sensitively: "You miss Xie Yan again?!"

438: ...

Qiao Que sat cross-legged on the bed in the dark, folded her arms and let out a serious snort.

Even the hair is more curly!

438 had a headache, and deliberately exaggerated and sighed: "This time the world view is complicated enough. Fortunately, we are good-looking and smart, and can adapt to changes. Otherwise, if we were replaced by ordinary hosts, we don't know how long we will be trapped."

Qiao Que pouted: "Of course! I'm a spiritual practitioner! Very strong!"

438 Shunmaomo: "That's not it, I read it for you just now, and your personal score has increased again! Now you can rank in the top ten among newcomer hosts!"

Row!name!

Qiao Que felt refreshed after being accurately poked, and was immediately elated: "Really?! Hehehe... the top ten! Camel, so you can advance with someone else?"

438 was stunned for a moment, and immediately burst into tears: "You always remember my personal advancement?"

Qiao Que said seriously: "Of course! I will do what I say! Besides..." He pursed his lips: "You have always taken care of me like this. We are good friends. I also want to do something for you... I have no choice but to work hard to pass the level and help you get personal advancement!"

At this moment, 438 only hated that he didn't have an entity, who could hug and rub the well-behaved boy fiercely.

Qiao Que didn't know where to think, touched his chin and frowned: "My personal score has risen so high, next time the world will definitely be more difficult."

"Next time?" 438 paused and asked him, "Are you sure you want to continue entering the Demon Locking Tower?"

Qiao Que's three voluntary missions have been successfully completed, so he should take off the burden and take a good breath. Even if he wants to develop in this direction in the future, he doesn't have to rush for a while.

438 thought for a while, and tried to persuade him: "Qiao Que, I know you are very close to Mr. Jiang...you are also very talented, but...you are still in school and your grades are so good, there is no need to do this now It's a life decision... By the way, didn't you always want to be a diplomat?"

With Qiao Que's ability and the strength of the Qiao family, no matter what he wants to do, he should be able to do it with ease, and the future is bright.

...Why bother to take this road, maybe one day I will lose my life.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Que shook his head, moved his body, hugged his legs, rested his chin on his knees, and said, "I've thought about it...I...I like the Demon Lock Tower very much."

438 felt that he had an auditory hallucination:? ? ?

Qiao Que laughed, then pouted and said unhappy: "You must be thinking, I am so timid, afraid of ghosts, every time I go in, I will be scared and cry...Why do you still say that you like the Demon Locking Tower, right?"

He let out an "ah", suddenly thought of something, hugged the quilt and rolled to the side of the bed, rolled into a gluten roll, reaching for the mobile phone on the bedside table.

In the dark room, the suddenly turned on screen illuminated his face.

"There is."

He clicked on WeChat, and there was indeed a red dot in the friend application, and when he clicked in, there were three friend applications.

The profile picture of one of them is a generous selfie, the cute pear-haired girl is Zuo Xi.

The other two, he guessed, should be the ponytail girl and William Zhang.

He passed the friend application quickly, then clicked on the address book and scrolled down.

438 glanced at it quietly, unexpectedly, Qiao Que's address book was very empty, and he went to the end after a few searches.

Qiao Que was lying on the bed, humming a song, and looked over one by one. These names were very familiar, such as Sister Kexin, Dr. Ding, Wang Dazhuang...the girl with sequins, the man who controls the sense of presence...

Now there are three more.

Qiao Que smiled, a little proudly: "Because I have many friends."

All night, Qiao Que had strange dreams. He dreamed that he was entangled by a huge octopus, its tentacles wrapped around him tightly, and the suckers on it sucked his whole body. , I can't make money at all.

When he looked up, he saw Jiang Luchi standing aside indifferently with a face of indifference.

He stretched out his hand to ask for help, but Jiang Luchi's matter had nothing to do with him: "They are all men, men and women can't get along with each other."

……

Qiao Que shook his whole body, woke up with a whimper, and found that the two-meter-long quilt was tightly wrapped around his body, forming a tight sushi roll.

He sleeps in the middle of a sushi roll, sweating profusely like a bewildered tail of tempura shrimp.

There is a faint light from the sky through the gaps in the curtains.

It's already dawn.

Qiao Que closed his eyes, opened them again, touched his forehead, happily "swiped" and lifted the quilt to the ground, opened the door with bare feet and ran to the living room: "Brother Chi...we..."

The three people sitting on the sofa in the living room all looked up at him.

Mo Quality looked him up and down, stubbornly turned his nostrils to the sky, rolled his eyes, and said with complete contempt: "Hmph."

Tao Chuan gasped, his eyes gleamed, and his eyes suddenly became connotative!

Qiao Que: ...

Wait, what is this familiar and subtle feeling that seems to be full of mouths and cannot be explained? !

Jiang Luchi put the teacup in front of him, frowned, and said, "Go and put on your shoes."

"Oh..." Qiao Que always felt awkward, took a few steps back, went back to the room, dragged a pair of slippers from the bed, thought for a while, and smoothed out the wrinkled white T-shirt , smoothed the messy hair, and then went out again.

Tao Chuan outside had already stood up, approached him very perceptively, and even thoughtfully helped him take a soft pillow and put it on his back.

The sense of service is comparable to Haidilao!The eyes are warm and numb like the spring breeze in March!

"Student Qiao, are you sleeping well?"

Qiao Que nodded in confusion: "What's going on? Why do I feel that he is going to fan me and pinch my shoulders in the next second?"

...Then it's time to turn away everyone who speaks ill of the palace next door!

"I heard that classmate Qiao is from the local area?"

Qiao Que glanced at Jiang Luchi, saw that he was idly blowing the tea leaves in the teacup and didn't express anything, so he had to answer truthfully: "Yes, I was born in S City. My family is also here."

Tao Chuan slapped his thigh excitedly: "I was also born in S City, it's really a fate!"

Qiao Que instinctively leaned back: "...is it...?"

Tao Chuan's expression seemed to be offering him a red egg: "Yes! I didn't expect that Young Master Jiang would have such a fate with us in S City!"

...Rounding up and down, it means that the Jiang family has become our in-laws in Maoshan!Just thinking about it makes people overjoyed!

Qiao Que opened his mouth slightly, completely unable to keep up with Tao Chuan's galloping brain circuit, with a stupid expression: "Huh?"

Jiang Luchi couldn't stand it anymore, coughed, and ended the weird conversation: "...Then trouble Mr. Tao."

Tao Chuan quickly waved his hands: "No trouble, no trouble. It is our honor in Maoshan to receive Mr. Jiang...and classmate Qiao."

Jiang Luchi's aura was icy, and he stood up with a very clear intention to see off the guests: "See you in the lobby later."

Tao Chuan walked politely, and seized the opportunity to glance at Qiao Que with an ambiguous, numb, burning expression.

In fact, Mo Zhihua didn't understand it, but he habitually turned his nostrils to the sky, and he left first, leaving a sentence while walking: "Humph."

Qiao Que: ...

I haven't seen you for a few days, has your route changed from Tsundere Princess to Peppa Pig again?

Jiang Luchi stretched out his hand, touched Qiao Que's forehead naturally, and patted his head casually: "What are you doing in a daze, go take a bath, and set off for Maoshan in a while."

Before Qiao Que could speak, Tao Chuan's voice came from outside the door: "No hurry, no hurry, no hurry... I'll wait for you two below... One hour, no, is two hours enough?"

Jiang Luchi closed the door with a cold face.

The door slammed and almost hit Tao Chuan's nose.

Tao Chuan clasped his arms and rubbed them together: Is his face so dark that he wants to eat people? !This Young Master of the Jiang family is indeed as domineering as the legend says!

It's exactly the same as what was written in the "President's Sweetheart" I read last night!