Male supporting brother [Quick Transmigration]

Hearing this time, he deliberately stayed for a few more years after the mission was completed. Sure enough, as the grass mud horse said, he has the independent ability to withdraw from the plane.

Back in the space, the grass-mud horse hadn't come yet.His mobile phone came back with him, and after hearing the sound, he sent a message to it and began to adjust the layout of the space.

Hearing the sound after this trip, he could clearly feel the changes in his body, and the divine power became more and more abundant, even giving him the illusion that he could change the world by raising his hand.

In order to test how outrageous this illusion is, he extended a section of verandah from the elegant pavilion he built last time. The veranda floating in the sea of ​​fog twists and turns, and spreads to the invisible depth.

At the end, a semi-circular arch bridge can be vaguely seen, that is, the effort of a single thought, that bridge has become a reality, the water flowing under the bridge, the originally silent plane space suddenly has an unexpected vitality.

Hearing the sound, he looked around. The dense fog had receded several miles away. Looking far away, the brown corridor bridge was removed, and there was only drifting fog. It was a bit monotonous.

He tried to grow a few flowers and plants along the pavilions and waterside pavilions, but found that these living creatures consumed much more divine power than the dead ones, and it didn't take long for him to feel powerless.

However, the final result is not too bad. At least there is a circle of acceptable landscape trees around Yating. Although there is no pollen decoration, it is not difficult to transform a few rockeries and flowing water.

After doing all this, Wen Sheng felt a little tired. It was the first time that this kind of physiological signal belonging to a "living person" appeared in the dimension of the plane.

It's still too weak, maybe it would be much better if he had more divine power.

After resting for a while, I felt almost recovered when I heard the sound. I was about to urge the alpaca, but there was a fluctuation in the space, and the alpaca came: "Come here! I'm here!"

Immediately afterwards, a loud splash was heard, and outside the pavilion, it was heard that there was a mass of wet white hair in the newly built pool.

"Damn! When did there have an extra water tank here!" The grass mud horse quickly struggled out. It shook its hair, and a lot of makeup on its face fell off. It was embarrassed and scary.

Hearing the sound, he sat in the pavilion and watched the scenery: "Just now."

After saying this, the grass mud horse realized that the scenery of the space was very different from last time, and its eyes widened: "Fuck! You made this all?"

"Well, I'm a little tired, sit down for a while." Wen Sheng patted the seat beside him: "You come here."

The grass-mud horse didn't come in. It seemed to see something scary and ran around: "You really did this? No one helped you?"

"This is my territory, who else can come and go freely except you?"

This is Wen Sheng's normal analysis based on facts. Who knew that the grass-mud horse blushed after tasting it for a while: "It's true..."

Hearing the sound, he frowned and looked back, thinking that the alpaca was really strange.

"So, your mission is completed this time? Otherwise, where did you make such a fuss about Yuanzi?" Fortunately, the grass mud horse recovered quickly.

"Well, it's pretty successful." He took out the Luck Stone and gave it a look, and it was indeed a bit redder.

"No accident, right?"

"Does the person being executed count as awakening?"

"What!" the grass mud horse exclaimed: "Someone has awakened? So fast? Why is this abandoned domain more unstable than I imagined?"

"Not only that." Wen Sheng added: "I also met another executor."

"Impossible!" Grass mud horse subconsciously denied: "I said that there can only be one executor in the void abandonment, and no one else can enter after you enter. It is absolutely impossible to have a second executor!"

"Without exception?"

"Do you think the main god's rules are glass or ice? If you say break it, you can break it?" The grass mud horse was a little impatient, as if no one wanted to humiliate the main god's rules: "You said that person is the executor, what evidence do you have?"

"She also has a mole on her face, here." Wen Sheng pointed to her eyes.

"Cut, a mole can prove her identity? Don't scare yourself." The grass mud horse disdainful.

"I'm sure she knows my identity," Wen Sheng looked at the running water not far away, "Even if it's not the executor, it's other gods like you."

This sentence seemed to evoke the memory of the grass mud horse. It frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Where is her mole you said just now?"

"Right now, left."

"Male and female?"

"female."

"Damn!" the grass mud horse cursed in a low voice, "Could it be that woman..."

He heard the voice clearly: "Which woman? You really know her?"

"I'm asking you," the grass mud horse returned to his senses, "is this woman not always fond of seducing you by flirting with her head? Physical, verbal and mental attacks are nothing like her, she dare not come? Huh?"

Hearing the sound, he pondered for a moment: "It's not as obscene as you said."

"That's right!" The grass mud horse screamed and started the repeated pacing mode: "You have been confused by her! This woman was honed from a group of men, and the way to deal with men is worse than you have suffered. More!"

Wen Sheng: "I haven't suffered much."

"I'm just telling you that she's not a good thing! Who in the entire main temple doesn't know that that woman has a honey belly, a sword, a snake, and a scorpion, and her heart is so vicious that she is lawless, ruthless, righteous, and unreasonable..." The grass mud horse fell into a frenzy as he spoke, trying to use extremely derogatory words He used rhetoric to dispel Wen Sheng's affection for her.

But from Wen Sheng's point of view, this is more like a unilateral smear: "You don't need to tell me this, I don't have much affection for her."

As soon as this remark came out, the grass mud horse's slander came to an abrupt end: "Huh? Are you serious?"

Wen Sheng didn't explain too much: "So who is she?"

"It's okay to tell you," Cao Muma said, "She is the sanctioner I mentioned before. You are lucky that nothing happened this time. Remember to run farther next time, or you will lose your innocence."

"No, her goal is not with me." Wen Sheng was very sure: "At first I really suspected that she wanted to hinder me, and her behavior and words were too extreme, but later... I don't know why she suddenly changed her mind, and even reminded me to solve it. There is a danger."

"You think she's a nice person?"

"No, I just think she acted decisively. She seems to be unprincipled but has a clear bottom line. Maybe she's not as unbearable as others say."

The grass mud horse rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and muttered softly: "That's because I met you, if you were someone else, you might have been killed by her long ago..."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing!" The grass mud horse smiled: "What you said makes sense. But I still have to remind you that Su Ji will never help others for no reason. She has deep thoughts, so be careful that she has other plans."

Wen Sheng didn't care too much: "She has her own mission, and she should never see her again."

"That's right." The grass mud horse clicked his tongue: "After all, a dead pervert is enough for her."

"Huh? What do you think of her?"

"It has nothing to do with you!" The grass mud horse flicked the bunch of bangs: "You have made great progress this time, and I will feel more at ease in the next plane. Do you want to go after playing for a while or go right away?"

Wen Sheng glanced at the veranda, quite motivated: "Immediately."

"Okay." The grass mud horse took out the scroll as usual, turned to the entrance of the next plane, looked at it for a while, and said, "The person being executed in this plane is called Lu Yiyan, your half-brother, who died in a motorcycle accident after his family went bankrupt. ACCIDENT."

Hearing the sound, he was still waiting for the next sentence, so he was caught off guard and looked at the same place with it: "It's gone?"

The grass mud horse innocently shook his head: "It's gone."

Hearing the sound, he frowned: "Why is it more scribbled every time?"

The grass mud horse is also a little guilty: "Abandoned domain, there are all kinds of weird things."

Hearing what else can I do: "Forget it, it's still three years."

"Okay!" Seeing that he had no complaints, the grass mud horse let out a long sigh of relief: "Let's go!"

Soon after hearing the sound, there was a twist in front of his eyes, and the next moment a Qi red wooden door appeared outside the pavilion.

Hearing the sound, he got up and patted the non-existent dust: "I'm leaving."

Disappeared behind the door in a blink of an eye.

Just waiting for the door to close with a click, and the wooden door disappeared, the grass mud horse suddenly showed some doubts on its face, and it said to itself: "What's going on, I always feel that something is wrong..."

As he spoke, he took out the scroll and glanced at it, and immediately jumped out of the pavilion as if he had seen a ghost: "Hey—ah! I went wrong!"

After confirming again that it was really a mistake and not a mistake, Cao Nima immediately took out his mobile phone and called Wen Sheng:

beep - beep -

After waiting for a long time, no one answered. Just before the grass mud horse fell into anxiety and was about to breathe out his mouth, a voice finally came from the other end of the phone: "Guess what I'm doing now?"

The voice of the grass mud horse couldn't help trembling: "My fault, there is a hidden plane next to this plane, who can see it so carefully... You have gone to the wrong plane!"

Wen Sheng looked at the unfamiliar stage outside the curtain and the familiar piano under the spotlight, and gritted his teeth a bit more in his voice: "I can see it."

The grass mud horse took out the magnifying glass, and looked for the record of Wen Sheng's current plane on the scroll: "You are a pianist this time? There is no family inheritance!"

"I know," everything was ready, and he took the time to ask, "This time there are two younger brothers, who is the one to be executed? What is the established ending?"

"Let me take a look, let me take a look, don't worry..."

Hearing the voice urged: "You answer me first."

"No, Wen Sheng, this time your role is a bit special..." There was a rustling sound on the phone.

"Hello?" Wen Sheng confirmed: "Xiao Tian? Hello?"

With a bang, the call was completely disconnected.

Someone was already urging him to go on stage, and he had to hand over his phone when he heard the sound, thinking of calling the alpaca after the performance.

The most urgent task now is to finish the concert in front of me first.

The moment he appeared on the stage, Wen Sheng's expression and emotions had been sorted out, facing the deafening applause from the entire concert hall, he was rarely nervous.

It wasn't stage fright, because such a scene had been played out countless times in his dreams, but when this moment came, he had a deep doubt about everything in the past.

It's as if he never gave up what he loves the most, as if he was born for this concert hall from the beginning.

However, the moment he sat down, all anxiety and doubts disappeared.Taking a deep breath, all he could see were the piano keys and the score in front of him.

Let's talk about the task later, he just wants to enjoy the stage that belongs to him...

Two days later, Shenzhen International Airport.

As soon as Wen Sheng came out of the security checkpoint, he faced a group of media reporters squatting on guard.Although he is not from the entertainment industry, he is well-known for his music achievements and has a mother who is an actress, so he has attracted special attention from the public.

"Yes, I plan to go back first and come to see you at Ming's house in two days." Mother Lin Ya's current husband is Ming Pei, her second and fourth husbands.

Lin Ya and Wen Sheng's biological father divorced when she was two years old, and Wen Sheng lived with her in the Ming family for five years, during which time she had a very close relationship with Ming Pei's son Ming Jian.

Five years later, the two broke up and remarried respectively. Ming Pei and his later wife had a son named Ming Yi.Originally thought that the two would be back together from now on, but they didn't expect that they would both get divorced three years later and continue their relationship.

Up to now, this lost and found relationship is still gluey.It's just that the relationship between several children is really complicated.

The relationship between Wen Sheng and Ming Jian has always been very good, because they are similar in age and grew up in very similar environments, and they had such an intimate time when they were young, so Ming Jian always likes to cling to him.

Even though Ming Jian is now the sole president of the Ming family, in front of hearing the sound, she will always unconsciously let go of her poise in front of outsiders and pester like ordinary brothers.

As for Ming Yi, because Xiao Ming Jian was eight years old, the two brothers couldn't play together at all.And Wen Sheng only met Ming Yi face-to-face when he visited Ming's house every year. In his impression, he only felt that this younger brother was introverted and reserved, and he wasn't too familiar with him.

For various reasons, Wen Sheng and Ming Jian, who were originally not related by blood, looked more like brothers.

"Why bother? Your Uncle Ming wants to see you earlier than I do." Lin Ya's voice was gentle and soft, which was not like her personality: "I have sent your flight information to Ming Jian a long time ago, and he just wants to see you." I'm afraid I've been waiting for a long time."

"Okay," Wen Sheng knew Ming Jian's temperament, and didn't refuse again, "You can still take my time to answer my phone, it seems that Uncle Ming has been paying close attention recently?"

"You still have the heart to tease your mother, it seems that this trip is quite successful?"

"It doesn't count if I said it, you can watch the broadcast by yourself later."

"It's also me who didn't live up to it. I missed so many of your performances these years..." Lin Ya's heart is not very good, and she can't stand the fatigue and toss, so she didn't watch a few live performances.

Hearing her regret, she quickly changed the subject: "Okay, Mom, I seem to have seen Mingjian's car, we'll talk when we meet tonight."

"Alright, you two don't just talk too much, tell Mingjian to drive carefully."

"I know."

After hanging up the phone, he heard the sound and walked towards the familiar Hummer.Assistant Xiao Tang also recognized it and went to open the trunk first.

He didn't have a lot of luggage, only a small box. After he packed it, he heard the sound and asked his assistant to leave first.

Usually at this time, Ming Jian got out of the car early to help, but today she was uncharacteristically waiting in the car.

Wen Sheng was wondering if something happened to him, when he opened the car door, he met an unexpected face.

The author has something to say:

I will go to the original plane later, but the accident is always ahead of the plan~