Fatso was lying on the sofa, panting and sweating profusely. Su Bai was sitting behind Ying Yinger's desk with his feet on the table. Ying Yinger brought the sake to Su Bai. After pouring it for Su Bai, she went down and changed into casual clothes.
"Are you tired?" asked Su Bai.
"I'm not tired. I enjoy it." Ying Yinger replied.
"Two perverts." Fatso muttered on the sofa.
"Do you like the feeling of controlling other people's lives in your own hands?" asked Su Bai.
Ying Yinger nodded. "Because this can bring me great satisfaction. At the same time, controlling the string of people's hearts makes me feel a sense of accomplishment."
Su Bai picked up the glass, toasted Ying Yinger, and drank it. To be honest, Su Bai didn't like sake very much. He still preferred stronger liquor. However, Su Bai didn't have the habit of drinking. It seemed that he didn't have any other bad habits except for cigarettes.
"What about you? Are you tired recently?"
"I'm fine." Su Bai waved his hand and said, "I've done service here twice, and I haven't paid for it yet."
"You do it. It's free," said Ying Yinger.
"I still have a few cars in the garage. I'll have someone drive one over for you tomorrow." Anyway, Su Bai had been a wealth boy recently. There were still a few luxury cars in the garage that needed to be dealt with. The Santana he was driving now was given to Su Bai by Chu Zhao.
"Do you want to support me?" Ying Yinger sat directly on Su Bai's lap. Her body was very soft with a faint fragrance. The scene didn't seem obscene, but it made people feel very comfortable.
"I'm about to become a pauper. I still have a son. What about you? I can't afford to support you."
"It's okay. I can support you." Ying Yinger lay on her side on Su Bai. Her hand kept tapping on Su Bai's chest.
"That sounds really touching." Su Bai gently patted Ying Yinger's back, "It's getting late, I have to go back and cook for my son."
Ying Yinger tactfully stood up from Su Bai and pouted coquettishly, "You know, sometimes your ability to ruin the atmosphere is really annoying."
"Sorry." Su Bai bowed slightly and then walked to the sofa. Fatso had already come back to his senses at this time, but his face was full of smiles. It seemed that he really enjoyed it.
"Not dead?"
"Of course," Fatso replied.
"Then let's go. You still have to go in tomorrow," Su Bai reminded.
"I really feel like I've just escaped from death. I suddenly feel like my whole world has brightened up."
"Okay, then you can continue to stay here and get horny. I'll be leaving first."
"Don't, send me back."
"It's not on the way."
"Then I'll go to your house for a meal. By the way, don't tell me that you also gave away your villa in Shanghai."
"Not yet, but soon," Su Bai said.
"That's good. Let's go. I also want to taste your cooking."
Su Bai and Fatso took the elevator directly to the underground parking lot. The car drove out onto the road. Fatso looked for music on the side, but he found that there was nothing in the car except the radio. He couldn't help but be a little depressed.
"I say, in fact, you really don't have to be so decisive, even if you want to be a perfect father."
"I don't believe that if you want to, you can't drive a luxury car and live in a mansion, so don't talk nonsense with me here." Su Bai retorted unceremoniously.
Yes, with Fatso's ability, it was absolutely not a problem to make money and obtain a better life, but he didn't. In fact, many of the listeners that Su Bai knew also lived a very simple life.
"Yes, yes, yes, you're right, you're right." Fatso put one hand outside the car window, feeling the strength and touch of the wind rushing through his palm. He suddenly asked, "Ah Bai, I forgot. At what speed can my hand feel like touching a woman's chest?"
Su Bai didn't intend to answer this very low-level question, but the next moment, he suddenly felt a tight pain in his chest. He slammed on the brakes and stopped the car on the right.
Fatty's hand directly hit a restaurant sign on the side of the road, and he immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. Just as he was about to curse, he saw Su Bai leaning on the steering wheel in pain.
"A mission notice?" Fatso looked at his slightly red and swollen hand and knew that this matter could not be pursued. Fatso himself had experienced the pain of receiving a mission notice in the story world many times.
After waiting for a while, Su Bai finally recovered and took out his phone.
Sure enough, there was a private message from the public WeChat account of "kongbu66".
"There are still three days before entering the mission world."
Three days.
"It's not the same story world as me," Fatso said with some disappointment.
"Do you really want me to kill you in the story world?" asked Su Bai.
"F * ck, you're so decisive."
"You tricked me last time, and I still haven't settled the score with you." Su Bai said, "Anyway, if there's a chance to enter the story world with you next time, I won't do anything else but kill you first."
"…" Fatso was speechless.
"This time the notice was very brief." Su Bai coughed. "It just told me the time and nothing else."
"Maybe if I tell you about this story world in advance, it will affect the fun of the story world," guessed Fatso.
"Let him be." Su Bai put the phone in the car drawer and restarted the car. "I'll send you back. I'm not in the mood to cook today."
"Okay." Fatso expressed his understanding.
When Su Bai sent Fatso back to the hotel and drove back, he found the little guy playing with Ji Xiang in the flowerbed in front of the villa. The little guy wanted to grab Ji Xiang's tail, but Ji Xiang would purposely almost let the little guy grab it and then immediately jump out. The man and cat were having a lot of fun.
Su Bai got out of the car and walked into the flowerbed. The little guy happily crawled towards Su Bai, asking for a hug.
Picking up the little guy, Su Bai could clearly feel that the little guy was indeed much heavier than before, or rather, a lot more solid.
"If you get any fatter, your father won't be able to carry you." Su Bai reached out and gently rubbed the little guy's nose. The little guy's little hand grabbed Su Bai's finger.
Ji Xiang looked at Su Bai, then jumped onto the table in the flowerbed. There was an open painting on the table. Ji Xiang's paw tapped on the painting, indicating for Su Bai to come over.
Su Bai walked over with the little guy in his arms. At this time, the painting was a golden field, a scene of harvest and celebration. This painting would constantly change, this was something Su Bai knew, but Su Bai did not know why Ji Xiang had been studying this. Could it be that this cat had become an archaeologist?
"Meow!"
Lucky let out a cry towards the scroll. This cry was extremely long and drawn out, as if it carried a special rhythm and tone.
Then, in the painting, the golden wheat began to disappear, and a desolate scenery began to appear. A simple and crude altar made entirely of stones slowly appeared.
Su Bai's eyes narrowed slightly. This scene was quite interesting.
Ji Xiang jumped in front of Su Bai and waved its paw in front of Su Bai.
Su Bai opened his palm. Ji Xiang used its paw to scratch a hole in Su Bai's palm. Blood began to slowly flow out. Then, Ji Xiang returned to the side of the painting and used its paw to tap on the altar.
The little guy saw that Su Bai was bleeding and covered its eyes, not daring to look.
Su Bai gently coaxed the little guy, then walked to the side of the painting and placed his palm on it.
After a while, he moved his palm away. Su Bai found that the altar had actually turned blood red. Very quickly, the blood red color began to slowly disappear. Finally, on the altar in the painting, Su Bai's figure appeared.
Su Bai was sitting cross-legged on the altar with his eyes closed.
This was, another him?
In the next moment, Su Bai suddenly felt his vision go haywire. The scenery in front of him overlapped with the scenery in another direction, as if he suddenly had two completely different perspectives.
Su Bai closed his eyes, then calmed himself down and opened his eyes again.
Then, he saw a barren land in front of him. There were scattered skeletons everywhere, and he was standing on an altar.
Raising his head, there was a gray sky.
This scene was very desolate and very monotonous.
A portion of his consciousness had already entered the scene of the painting?
Then, what benefits could there be in this place?
This was what Su Bai wanted to know the most. The monk was pursuing this thing, and many people were pursuing this thing. If this thing was only for people to look at comic books, Su Bai did not believe that the monk and those powerful listeners would be so bored.
This painting must have a very attractive function.
Su Bai's gaze sank slightly. He saw that on the altar beneath his feet, there were some very clear patterns. These patterns were very complicated and profound. Su Bai had a premonition that this thing was related to his bloodline. It might even be Sanguine magic!
No one could understand Su Bai's desire for Sanguine magic. He immediately squatted down and began to focus on observing these patterns. At the same time, he constantly studied and comprehended them in his heart.
Time seemed to have lost its meaning at this moment. In this place, Su Bai had already forgotten about time, forgot about hunger, forgot about warmth, and completely immersed himself in it.
"Hualala …"
Suddenly, the sky began to rain heavily, and the rain became more and more exaggerated. In the end, a very terrifying water column came crashing down, directly hitting the altar where Su Bai was. Su Bai was thrown out, and his consciousness dissipated.
Weng!
Su Bai suddenly opened his eyes and found that it was already late at night. The little fellow was standing on the table. He had just overturned a cup of water and wet the painting.
If not for the little fellow splashing water on the painting, Su Bai did not know how long he would have been immersed in the scene just now.
He suddenly raised his head and saw Ji Xiang, who was standing on the balcony of the second floor, looking at him coldly.
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