Altar of Infinity

In order to avoid suspicion, Xie Ji was only responsible for the funding of Shu Liang's memorial service, and did not ask about the specific content. He only knew that the location was in the suburbs of City A.

The five of them specially bought the outfits for the memorial service, because they bought them together, and the styles were similar.

After arriving at the memorial service venue, Xie Ji got out of the car first.

He looked around the surrounding environment, and slightly pressed his brows.

The matter of Shu Liang received a lot of attention, and the people who signed up for the memorial service could line up from one end of the city to the other. If everyone was allowed to participate, the memorial service might take seven days and seven nights.

Therefore, the organizer only selected a part of the applicants to distribute invitations, and even the location was selected out of the way.

People from TJJ also came, because Shu Liang's last wish was that Shi Yi and the reporters who offended her come to the memorial service to apologize to her, and TJJ has to be responsible for escorting Shi Yi and maintaining the law and order of the venue.

Everything was in order, even Xie Ji couldn't fault it, but he always felt that...

"You are here." Captain T came over to greet them.

Xie Ji took off his sunglasses and nodded to Captain T: "Captain T."

Captain T looked at the five of them, and said with a smile: "What kind of reporters are you guys, change careers and become stars in the entertainment industry."

Xie Ji: "Captain T was joking, how is the situation at the venue?"

Captain T: "It's okay, you guys should go as soon as possible. There are a lot of people today, and a large number of reporters will come in a while. I guess it will be a busy afternoon."

Xie Ji: "The reporters gathered here?"

Captain T: "Yes, Shu Liang's coffin is placed inside. First, the enthusiastic people send flowers. After the people have finished sending flowers, the reporters gather to apologize, and finally Shi Yi."

It does sound like a pretty solid process.

Xie Ji said something hard to Captain T, and continued to walk in.

Xie Ji: "You go in first, I am more concerned about something, go and have a look."

He did not go directly to the main venue, but temporarily separated from his companions, and first went to the person in charge with Jiang Jichu.

The suburbs are quieter than the city, and the greenery is better. There has been no snow these days, and there is a circle of evergreen pines and cypresses all around, which are also full of vitality in winter.

There were many people wearing TJJ team uniforms standing around in sequence, but according to Xie Ji's understanding, there were also many plainclothes mixed in the crowd.

The whole city of A is paying attention to Shu Liang's memorial service, and nothing can go wrong.

Jiang Jichu: "What do you think is wrong?"

Xie Ji shook his head: "I just feel a little uncomfortable."

Jiang Jichu: "Uncomfortable?"

The person in charge stayed at the registration office, dressed in a black cloth robe, with a pair of small round glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose, a bit like a pastor in the early years.

Xie sent his ID: "I want to see the list of members who participated in this memorial service."

He contributed a lot of money to the memorial service, and there is no reason why he would not let him see the list.

Xie sent ten lines at a glance, and it didn't take long to read the entire list.

It stands to reason that with the influence of the Shu Liang incident, under normal circumstances, most of the ordinary people who came to mourn, but on this list, there are more reporters. He also saw Peng Shuxi and the few who followed Peng Shuxi Breakthrough.

People's thinking and concepts cannot be changed overnight, even if some reporters found out their conscience and came to apologize to Shu Liang, the number would be too much to write, not to mention those few passers-by... they don't seem to be such kind people.

Xie Ji closed the list, and when he raised his eyes, he met the eyes of the person in charge.

He didn't speak, neither did the person in charge, they just looked at him quietly.

Immediately afterwards, the color of the person in charge's eyes became lighter and lighter...

Unlike Jiang Jichu's eyes in the boss state, Jiang Jichu's eyes only changed in color, and the eyes of the person in charge seemed to be swallowed by something, gradually becoming nothingness.

However, in the next blink of an eye, the person in charge's eyes returned to normal, as if the scene just now was an illusion.

Captain T said that Shu Liang's wish before his death was to let Shi Yi and reporters attend her memorial service, and wanted an apology.

What Shu Liang wants...is it really an apology?

She didn't want to survive, didn't want to rest in peace, could it be that she was sorry just to wait for a sentence that didn't help?

Xie Ji returned the list to the person in charge, but did not let go of the finger holding the corner of the list.

He told the person in charge: "This disaster was caused by Shi Yi's greed and the interests of reporters. Liao Yinyuying and his wife provided kindness to the disadvantaged. TJJ also worked so hard to save the victim that he didn't sleep a wink for several nights." , the TJJ player who didn't hold Shu Liang is still receiving psychological treatment."

The person in charge twitched his knuckles, as if he wanted to say something, but Xie Ji let go.

Xie Ji: "At least they are still protecting this venue for Shu Liang."

After speaking, Xie Ji and Jiang Jichu went back to the main venue to reunite with their teammates.

Shu Liang's body was properly preserved, and it hasn't decomposed after so many days. The blood on her face was cleaned off, and she was put on makeup to reveal her delicate face.

She is about to graduate soon, and her life will enter a new stage, embracing infinite possibilities.

And this possibility is ruthlessly cut off.

The public opinion caused by Shu Liang's death caused the entire media industry to actively or passively carry out rectification. The masses strongly demanded that relevant supervision should be strengthened, and the responsible departments should come up with new measures to restore the peace of Shu Liang and the peace of City A.

Relevant departments of City A responded positively and are collecting opinions, expressing that they will strictly rectify the chaos in the industry.

City A's media industry will set off vigorous changes//revolutions, but the comfort that contributed to all of this will never be seen again.

Xie Ji gently put the white flowers into the coffin, wishing Shu Liang the life he wanted in the next life.

He did not continue to stay at the memorial service, and left after sending flowers to his teammates.

But before leaving, he bumped into a level breaker who had cooperated with him before.

Miao Jia was dressed in black formal attire, and her long hair, which was hanging down before, was pulled up and tied behind her head, making her look very formal.

After they exchanged a few words, Xie Ji handed over the key to Jiang Jichu and asked Jiang Jichu to drive first.

When the five people came, they drove two cars, Si You was driving the other one, and Yin Lin and Xie Quan followed suit.

Miao Jia looked at the backs of the four leaving with folded arms, and suddenly smiled: "I saw that there were only four people in Xie's team, so I thought about recommending myself."

That day, Miao Jia obviously had a way to find Shi Yi. If she contacted TJJ, TJJ could also take her out of the Vaishan Observation Building, but Miao Jia wanted to make a deal with him, so he knew that Miao Jia wanted to join the team.

But since Miao Jia said "originally", he simply waited for Miao Jia to continue talking.

Miao Jia: "I had a dream last night, dreaming about the stories I heard before. Many years ago, there was a master named Sea, who was always accompanied by a young man named Ruin. On the seventh floor, the young man named Ruin seems to have a long knife as his weapon."

In order to challenge Xie Ji, the queen untied the mosaic of No.1 in the ranking list. It was written with Sea at the beginning. Later, Xie Ji asked Jiang Jichu to change his real name back to challenge the queen.

Sea and Ruin were already seven years ago, and the altar has an unspoken rule—people’s memory of the past is gradually blurred, so even if there are too many unlucky people who enter the altar, there are very few people who can remember the rumors back then .

Xie Ji suspected that the old beggar he met in the main city might be arranged by the queen, as for Miao Jia...

Xie Ji: "Can you remember those old things, does it have something to do with your ability?"

Miao Jia: "Probably, but if it wasn't for the dream last night, I probably wouldn't be able to remember it."

Xie Ji smiled gently: "Thank you for your recognition of our team, but as you think, our team is full."

Miao Jia pretended to be surprised: "Mr. Xie just admitted it like that. Could it be that my life is in danger tonight?"

Miao Jia dared to ask Xie Ji directly. Firstly, the guess made by the dream made her realize the secret behind the altar boss. He was still a little scared, and the astonishment he showed was not lacking in temptation.

Xie Ji saw Miao Jia's concerns, and generously admitted: "Many people survived the checkpoints I walked with him. Sea has Ruin, I have him, and others will know sooner or later."

Miao Jia's complexion changed slightly: "You are not afraid of the queen..."

Xie Ji raised his eyebrows and looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to see the high altar outside the checkpoint through the thick clouds, and said in an ordinary tone: "She should be afraid of me."

The man in front of him had just had his hair cut, and his whole body looked even sharper. His facial features were as perfect as a statue made by a Greek ancestor. However, the sunlight fell through the gap between the pines and cypresses, and when the wind blew, the deep lake in the man's eyes There was sparkling light, and the statue came alive, as if nothing in this world could block the way he believed.

Miao Jia swallowed and spit.

She admired Xie Ji, but Xie Ji had the guts to confront the Queen, but she didn't!This kind of talk is scary, isn't it!

"There is a cycle of karma, good and evil are rewarded, Mr. Xie has a kind heart, and I wish Mr. Xie every disaster in the future." Miao Jia paused, "Also, you are a good match."

·

That night.

The man with the scar stayed up until midnight, and finally handed in the manuscript Peng Shuxi wanted.

He let out a long sigh of relief, took out the bucket of instant noodles and soaked them in hot water. While waiting for the instant noodles, the man with the scar scolded Xie Ji three times.

If it wasn't for Xie Ji, would they need to start from scratch with Peng Shuxi?

In Shi Yi's kidnapping case, he showed his face for a good time, which can bring a lot of attention to the lack of observation, and the comprehensive media index will definitely rise by a bit!

Now it's all right, it's all cheap, thanks for posting.

Who would have thought that Xie Ji would have the ability to drive Peng Shuxi away!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he kicked the ponytail at his feet, and cursed bitterly: "You idiot! What's the use of being kind! If you can't fulfill Peng Shuxi's wish, you have to stay on the sixth floor forever!"

This hurdle is to fulfill Peng Shuxi's wish. Although Peng Shuxi said at the beginning that he wanted to become bigger and stronger through observation, but whoever stipulates that the wish cannot be changed!Is it useless for Xie Ji to hold Peng Shuxi's mediocrity!

But even though he thought so, the man with the scar didn't feel at ease.

After all, Xie Ji is the leader in the standings, so he would never make such a low-level mistake...

The scarred man relied on his brute force and was lucky enough to enter the sixth floor after all kinds of difficulties and dangers. Those who can enter the sixth floor are considered to be the top of the altar, and they all have their own pride.

Unlike those newbies in low-level levels, who saw a big guy and hugged their thighs, of course, there were also people who saw that there were only four people in Xie Ji's team and wanted to go for a ride, but Xie Ji refused them all.

Thinking of this, the man with the scar snorted, and cursed again: "What are you dragging?"

The instant noodles were finally cooked, and the scarred man tore off the lid, and wheezed and started supper.

But while he was eating, he noticed something sounded in the room.

He still has this bit of vigilance.

He put down the fork and followed the sound to look at the source of the sound.

It was the photo of Shu Liang's corpse that he took this afternoon.

The wind blew into the room through the window, blowing the thin photos to the ground.

The man with the scar cursed again, and resigned himself to closing the window.

It's cold outside and dry inside.

The scarred man closed the window and planned to draw the curtains tightly, but the moment his hand touched the curtains, he suddenly stopped moving.

On the screen reflected in the glass, besides him, there seemed to be another figure in the room.

It was a woman, her body was covered with only a few rags, her face was covered with blood, if you look closely, the blood was all flowing from the empty eye sockets...

"what--!!"

The nails were deeply embedded in the warm eyeballs, and the blood slid down the back of the hand to the elbow, and then dripped from the elbow to the ground.

Shu Quan was somewhat satisfied.

It was Shi Yi and those reporters who made her unable to survive in this world. Of course, she would have to complain and revenge.

She originally planned to make a move at today's memorial service, but the man named Xie Ji stopped her.

Xie Ji is right, TJJ has been trying every means to save her, if he does something at TJJ's well-protected memorial service, it will only make TJJ fall into an even more embarrassing situation.

So she endured until now.

At the memorial service, there were people crying bitterly, and some people remained unchanged. She could see them all, and she could tell which ones were sincere and which ones were acting.

She is willing to give those who repent a chance, and she will never forgive those who act for outsiders and even take pictures of her dead body.

Chapter 165 Painting, my artist, just draw a picture, how to draw yourself...

main city.

As soon as the five people came out of the main city, they went to a restaurant and packed a bunch of things to go home for breakfast.

After all, it was six o'clock in the morning when I came out, and I was already hungry after a night.

As for going home to eat, it is because Si You misses Simo, and Yin Lin misses knowing goodbye when he misses it.

Xie Quan hadn't slept enough yet, but the soup dumplings were so delicious that he woke up in a daze, he swallowed a mouthful of the steamed buns, blinked and said to Si You: "So, no matter how you relax, you will die? "

On the way here, Siyou used the privilege of "wine" to watch the plot of the "Wish" level: "Yes, if Xie Ji didn't save her, she would be beaten to death by Shi Yi, and if there was no helicopter, she would be killed because of the rescue She couldn’t get in the car and died of heavy bleeding, if she was stopped by the helicopter, she would have died due to ineffective rescue.”

Yin Lin said with disgust: "Can you make up the Yangjian script?"

Si You: "I didn't write it, these are all automatically generated by the altar."

Xie Quan: "What happened later? How did we get out?"

Xie Ji explained.

"Captain T said that Shu Liang wanted Shi Yi and the reporters who hurt her to apologize, but it wasn't. Shu Liang wanted revenge. She originally planned to kill those people at the memorial service, so she said that she hoped for those people before jumping into the helicopter. Could go to her memorial service, but I stopped her.

"TJJ didn't entrap her, and has always tried every means to save her. If she killed someone at the memorial service protected by TJJ, TJJ will definitely die. This is kindness and revenge.

"That's why Shu Liang postponed her revenge. Judging from the results, she should have dealt with Shi Yi and those reporters last night, vented her grievances, and fulfilled her wish. That's why we were able to come out."

Xie Quan murmured: "Then how many people would have to be killed?"

Xie Ji: "I guess we didn't kill them all, otherwise we wouldn't have come out so fast. She should have only killed the ones who jumped high and remained stubborn."

Xie Quan: "I hope her next life will be smoother."

At first glance, the level on the sixth floor does not have a boss as a threat, but you must not have evil thoughts, otherwise you will not even be given a chance to resist.

Like the man with the scar, most of them died under Shu Liang's hands, Xie Ji thought, with Shu Liang's appearance, it is very likely that the brain was pierced through the eyeballs.

Xie Ji shook his head, eating, thinking about what these unappetizing people are doing.

Siyou: "We're going to the seventh floor soon."

Everyone eats at the same time.

Yin Lin said helplessly: "We just came out of the sixth floor, are you in such a hurry?"

Si You: "You have known Shi Shi farewell to Enai Ai for seven years, of course you are not in a hurry."

Siyou and Simo have just met again, and her younger sister's ghost-like state makes her very disturbed. She hopes to take her sister away from the altar as soon as possible and return to the real world. Although Shi Zhibie was also a boss before, Yin Lin and Shi Zhibie get along with each other After seven years, I have long been used to it, so I am not in such a hurry.

Simo understood Siyou's thoughts, put a steamed bun in Siyou's bowl, and tugged at her sister's sleeve: "It's the same everywhere."

Si You curled her lips and lowered her head to eat the steamed stuffed bun.

Xie Ji also wants to return to the real world, but the more he wants to go back, the more he can't be in a hurry, and it is easy to make mistakes.

Xie Ji: "Although there was no boss in the last level, it was quite tiring. Everyone rest for two days, and then prepare well. When we are ready, we will go to the seventh floor."

They have the experience of breaking through the seventh floor, and they have trust in each other. What's more, compared with the original, the five bosses have become four, and two of them are their own, so the difficulty will be lower.

But not necessarily, maybe the queen will dig some "cannibalistic" pits for them in response to their situation.

So they need to prepare well to avoid the embarrassing situation where their own people beat their own people.

After eating, Xie Ji and Jiang Jichu took a walk in the community for a while to digest food, and then returned home and never went out again.

Even though you know your safety is safe, you will still unconsciously tense your nerves in the level, which makes you feel mentally tired.

Xie Ji rested very early on the first day back in the main city, and lay down on the bed before ten o'clock, hugging Jiang Jichu and thinking about things.

In the last few days of the checkpoint, he resumed his old business.

In the real world, computer technology is developing rapidly, and new media is just in the ascendant. He also considered starting a company related to media, but after trying it, he found that he still didn't like it. He should extend the industrial chain in other directions.

At the same time he had a new idea.

He wants to wait until he gets out to set up a foundation that specializes in helping victims of accidents and psychological shadows get out of the haze.

Shu Liang's tragedy happened not only because of the media who ate human blood, but also because she was unwilling to face the world she survived.

If this aspect is improved, perhaps the tragedy can be saved.

If you are poor, you will be alone, and if you are rich, you will help the world.

Since he has this ability, he still wants to take on more social responsibilities, which can be counted as accumulating blessings for his family.

·

On the second day, Xie Ji accompanied Jiang Jichu to paint at home all morning.

He still remembered that in the level of the underwater castle, he teased Jiang Jichu to offend Li Tianheng, and his artistic career would be worrying in the future, so why not accompany him, maybe he would wrap up Jiang Jichu's paintings when he was happy.

Jiang Jichu said that there happened to be a picture of mountains and seas that he wanted to sell. In the real world, Jiang Jichu painted landscapes, but now that he meets him, he prefers to draw his portraits.

Mostly he was alone, sometimes it was the two of them. Occasionally, he would draw something strange and hide it after he finished it. If he accidentally found out, he would call it art with a blushing face and a cold face.

It's a pity that the things in the altar can't be taken out. No matter how much Jiang Jichu draws, it's just to hone his painting skills, otherwise he really wants to take them out and frame them, and hang them by Jiang Jichu's bedside.

Xie Ji himself has no musical instincts, his younger sister is a straight daughter of steel, and his younger brother's aesthetics are not mentioned. There is Jiang Jichu in the family, so it can add some artistic atmosphere to Xie's family.

This time Jiang Jichu drew the scene where he entered Shi Yi's house through the broken window on the sixth floor.

When he went in, Jiang Jichu was still locked outside the door, the scene was imagined by Jiang Jichu.

Xie Ji stroked his chin and wondered how thick the filter in Jiang Jichu's heart was. In the painting, because he wanted to kick the window, his body was leaning forward. When it reached the broken glass on the ground, it seemed to have grown wings.

Xie Ji: "Where do wings usually grow?"

Jiang Jichu: "Things imagined by human beings can be found anywhere."

Jiang Jichu put down his paintbrush, and stretched out his hand along Xie Ji's spine: "Here, here, and here, it depends on personal settings."

With a thin layer of fabric, the fingers can still feel the perfection of this body.

Jiang Jichu felt hot: "Let me draw a pair for you."

Xie Ji doesn't have much feeling for the western setting of angels. Although he has been abroad for a long time, he still prefers domestic culture.

But Jiang Jichu seldom showed interest in anything, he just thought it was to make his boyfriend happy.

Xie Ji: "Come here if you want to paint."

Jiang Jichu: "Where do you want to draw?"

Xie Ji: "Great artists draw whatever they want."

During the two months of Siyou and Simo's body cultivation, Jiang Jichu bought a bunch of painting tools, including gouache and watercolor that are easy to wash off.

The heating effect of the house in the selection area is better than that of the house in City A. Even if Xie Ji is lying on the bed in pajama pants, he will not be cold.

Jiang Jichu moved all the tools he needed to the bedside table, and traced the position to be drawn with his fingertips as if measuring.

His breathing became a little lighter, as if he was afraid of breaking the dream-like picture in front of him.

He has never painted anything on a human body before, Xie Ji is the first.

And the only one, Jiang Jichu thought.

Jiang Jichu sat on the right side of Xie Ji. After adjusting the paint, he put the first stroke on Xie Ji's waist almost devoutly, and then slowly moved upwards to the butterfly//sphenoid bone.

The colors bloomed brilliantly on Xie Ji's back, and Jiang Jichu's breathing became heavier and heavier.

Xie Ji has never had such an experience.

The brush was walking on his back, and he could feel Jiang Jichu's hot//cutting gaze, and the hot air that was about to spray on his back.

It was hot everywhere, but the paint was cold, intertwined and fell on the skin of his back, disturbing his mind.

Xie Ji: "Is this a good painting?"

Jiang Jichu: "It's okay."

Jiang Jichu inherited his father's talent as a painter, and he learned to paint since he was a child, so he can only listen to "not bad" in his mouth.

Xie Ji turned his head, trying to divert his attention by chatting with Jiang Jichu who was on the right side of his body, but he saw something as soon as he opened his eyes, and his expression became subtle.

Jiang Jichu asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

Xie Ji signaled Jiang Jichu to watch it for himself.

Jiang Jichu looked down, the hand holding the pen trembled suddenly, and a drop of cold liquid exploded on Xie Ji's back.

Xie Ji half propped himself up, raised his eyebrows and said, "My artist is just drawing a picture, how can I draw myself..."

Jiang Jichu didn't give him a chance to finish speaking: "I'm done painting!" Then he went to pack up the tools.

Xie Ji held down the tool: "Find me a mirror."

Jiang Jichu honestly ran to the living room and brought the full-length mirror over.

Xie Ji smiled and said, "Who told you to move the full-length mirror?"

Jiang Jichu: "I can see clearly."

The wings are drawn from the waist to the butterfly bone. Considering the width of Xie Ji's back, the wings are drawn halfway. I don't know how Jiang Jichu drew them. The wings look extra three-dimensional, as if they are really moving.

Jiang Jichu sat on the bed with a pillow on his knees: "Let's wash it."

Xie Ji: "Wash it right after painting?"

There was not obvious satisfaction in Jiang Jichu's eyes, and he smiled slightly: "I have already remembered."

In the checkpoint, Jiang Jichu is always indifferent to outsiders, "trouble is thousands of miles away from me". Although he is a little clingy in private, his expression is more peaceful and he rarely smiles.

The hardship of being alone for more than ten years made Jiang Jichu become introverted early, even if he was happy, he couldn't express it. At this moment, when he smiled, it was like a fire falling into the ice field, burning fiercely, and shining through the long night.

Xie Ji suddenly felt it was worth it.

He grabbed the pillow that Jiang Jichu was deliberately holding and threw it away, propped Jiang Jichu under his armpit and hugged him to the center of the bed, looking down from a high position: "Let me draw one for you too."

Jiang Jichu was taken aback: "You can also draw?"

Xie Ji: "I learned a little bit when I was young."

In Jiang Jichu's mind, Xie Ji was naturally what he wanted to do, not to mention that he had already painted, so there was no reason why Xie Ji should not be allowed to paint.

The problem is he now...

Jiang Jichu tried to push Xie Ji away: "I'll take a shower first."

But he didn't push, he was completely shrouded in Xie Ji's shadow, like a prey with nowhere to escape.

Xie Ji pulled Jiang Jichu's shirt out of his trousers, and whispered in the other's ear: "We'll wash together later."

No matter how dull Jiang Jichu was, he understood: "You don't want to paint, do you?"

Xie Ji slapped him on the waist with some strength, and got off him: "You think everyone is like you, go to the bed by yourself//Lie down on the side."

Jiang Jichu began to wonder if he was thinking too much, took off his shirt and lay down on Xie Ji's position just now.

Anyway, lying on the stomach, in some places the mind is quiet.

He closed his eyes in self-deception and began to recite "History of Ancient Art" silently.

But although he closed his eyes, his other senses continued to work.

He felt Xie Ji sitting down next to him, and felt Xie Ji's gaze.

"Ancient Art History" started intermittently, his heart was suspended, he didn't know when Xie Ji would write.

Time suddenly lost its concept, and every minute and every second was infinitely extended. He didn't understand what mood he was in, and he couldn't think about it.

His breathing became short while he was waiting, and his heartbeat continued to speed up. When he finally couldn't help but want to ask, the cold tip of the pen fell on his back.

Jiang Jichu trembled in conditioned reflex, and immediately held his side with warm palms.

Xie Ji was dissatisfied and said: "Don't move around."

Jiang Jichu really didn't move anymore.

According to the physiological structure of human beings, the sense of touch on the back should be relatively dull, but Jiang Jichu's tactile nerves seemed to go all the way to the back, chasing Xie Ji's pen tip and parading around.

With just a few strokes, Jiang Jichu felt that Xie Ji had drawn a complicated picture on his back similar to a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and every inch of his skin became itchy and numb.

Jiang Ji put his head on his arm at the beginning, trying to calm his breathing.

No, he can't take it anymore.

Taking advantage of Xie Ji's turning around to adjust the paint, Jiang Jichu secretly moved his waist.

"What are you rubbing against?" Xie Ji's voice sounded from above, with an inexplicable smile.

Jiang Jichu gritted his teeth and was about to get up from the bed, but Xie Ji pushed his neck back before his arms were straightened.

Xie Ji: "You haven't finished the painting yet, don't move."

Jiang Jichu knew in his heart that he must be the one who would be embarrassing if this went on. He looked sideways at Xie Ji, his eyes were pleading, and his tone softened: "Brother..."

Xie Ji's eyelids twitched, just when Jiang Ji thought it would work, he was slapped on the ass again.

Xie Ji: "My brother taught you what it means to have a beginning and an end."

Jiang Jichu felt that he was going crazy.

Every tiny movement in the room was magnified, and he clearly heard Xie Ji change a pen, but this time the pen didn't drop.

After a while, Xie Ji felt a little regretful: "It's been a long time since I painted, my hand is raw, and the pattern is getting bigger."

Jiang Jichu seized the opportunity, he panted heavily and stretched out his hand to Xie Ji: "It's better to wait for another day."

Xie Ji grabbed his wrist and twisted it easily, and pinned his arm above his back in a grappling posture.

Jiang Ji was bored at the beginning//hummed, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

The other end of the slender writing brush squeezed in from under the elastic band of the pajama pants, Xie Ji said leisurely: "It's okay, let's continue to draw."