Long Aotian, who is dressed as the tyrant, has a small hair

"Is the federal system a demon? Why can the demon-catching bottle sold in the system mall catch him?"

In the glass bottle on the palm, a little black light kept flickering.

It is said that this monster hunting bottle was made according to Wei Buping's formula and sold in the system mall. Wei Chen has always been in awe of the things left by his ancestors.

Somehow, he felt that this thing was useful, so he bought it and took it out.

It's really good.

So the system belongs to the category of demons?

"I don't know." 1001 sighed, "Wei Buping is a strange person."

Wei Chen nodded, "I think so too."

Gu Liang never expected that the person who traded with him like a god would be caught by Wei Chen so easily.

Uncontrollably, he began to think about what to do next.

Will he be sent back and continue to suffer involuntarily?

Repeat the same mistakes again, maybe there will be another rebirth.

After Wei Chen discovered that the federal system imprisoned in the bottle could not speak, he threw it aside and handed it over to 1001 to find a way.

He looked at Gu Liang and found that the man was trembling uncontrollably. Although it was slight, it was obviously the fear that came from his heart.

He has not been tortured, so he does not understand.

"Why be afraid?"

Wei Chen rested his elbows on his knees, his handsome face rested lazily on his inner arm, his forearm was powerless to extend, but his fingers opened and closed as if they were leisurely.

The whole person is in the dark, and there is a little more sense of loneliness that is not obvious.

He started thinking again.

The young master who was raised by him seems to be afraid of nothing but darkness.

Together with such thoughts, he had another thought of negating himself, and memories flooded in.

The young master seems to have said that he is not really afraid of the dark.

"Are you afraid of the dark?"

Wei Chen lifted the curtain with his fingertips, and the sunlight leaked in. With lowered eyes, he could carefully see the fine dust floating in the beam of light.

"Afraid of the dark?" Gu Liang snorted, "Are you joking?"

Wei Chen paused for a moment with his hand that was about to open the curtain, and slowly withdrew it. The tip of his tongue touched his cheek, and he felt a little astringent in his throat.

Not afraid of the dark.

Maybe the people in front of him have not experienced what he and the young master have experienced.

So, what are you afraid of?

In fact, in retrospect, every time Wei Chen was by the young master's side, the young master didn't need light to cover his eyes.

Except for that time at the beach, the two had some quarrels.

Wei Chen said "ah" without thinking, seemingly suddenly.

It's a very simple question that I've been ignoring before, but I didn't realize it until now.

The young master seemed to have coveted him for a long time.

Wei Chen's thin lips were slightly curved, showing a little more ambiguous and tender feelings.

No matter how much Gu Liang wanted to talk to him, Wei Chen ignored it indifferently.

Immersed in his own world, he slowly sorted through the memories of the past, trying to find out when Gu Liang first fell in love with him.

The passage of time is silent, and people who are isolated naturally cannot notice it.

1001 was unusually silent.

He and 2002 communicate with each other with spiritual power, as long as he wants to, he can also see through 2002's eyes.

But he still needs to briefly report on the content over there.

"2002 has entered the enemy's interior."

Wei Chen raised his eyebrows, his attention was completely attracted, "And then? Can we bring him back?"

"Not for the time being, it may take half a month."

Wei Chen squeezed his knuckles, and there was a click.

The expectation in his voice dimmed immediately, "So long?"

1001 heard a lot of resentment from these three words.

"Ah."

He felt that he was right not to tell Wei Chen that Wei Chen's wife had seduced someone else.

The author has something to say: Actually, I haven’t finished writing this segment yet, but I’m too stuck today and can’t write anything, so let’s work hard for [-] tomorrow.

This is the trouble of naked gangsters, emmm.