I am a god in script killing

Chapter 179 Game Hall (2)

"Ugh."

Qiyue wiped off the sweat on Bo Juan's neck, and sat beside her holding a hot towel.

"What are you sighing for?"

The wall fluctuated, and the data flow slowly formed a human shape.

217 rarely wears glasses, and the silver-rimmed glasses are not academic, looking like an incomprehensible playboy.

"Why do you think I'm sighing?" Qi Yue crossed his eyes, "When I went out after being injured like that, I gave my..."

Qiyue couldn't say it, she moved her lips and could only sigh a long time: "Now that she's back because of these crap things, she can obviously leave."

"Impossible," 217 leaned against the wall, folded his hands and lit a cigarette, "for these things...the person who untied the bell must tie the bell."

"You have been following Luo Yan, what happened this time?" Qi Yue blamed him, "Why did something happen again?"

"You told me that when she came back, I urged Luo Yan to finish the script at hand and come out."

217 said helplessly: "Then I took my child to Victor's side. Didn't Victor ask you to tell me these things? I just cooperate with you in acting, okay?"

"This injury has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with my child," 217 hurriedly clarified, "She was forced to bring something out of the dungeon this time because of the independent script world and the previous one, so it's no wonder she didn't faint."

"Bring out something?" Qi Yue looked at the thing that Bao Juan had been holding tightly, and reached out to take it.

"Hey," 217 walked over quickly, grabbed Qiyue's wrist, frowned and shook his head at her, "If you come so directly, you might want to lose half your life by her."

Qiyue froze for a moment, pursed her lips and put down her hand.

"Let me do it."

217 held a cigarette between his fingers, and tapped the thing in Bo Jun's hand with his free hand, the data flow flashed by, flowing and forming again from 217's hand.

"This is……"

217 opened the folded cardboard, and his pupils shrank slightly.

"What is it?" Qi Yue leaned over to take a look, her expression relaxed when she saw clearly, her hands trembled slightly.

"Is this Brother Jun's... mother?"

In the photo, a woman in a cheongsam elegantly holds a round fan and sits by the window, half-covering her lips and looking towards the camera.

Gu Panshenghui, at first glance, is more stunning than the red plum in the snow.

It is seven points like Bo Jun.

This is a photo that Bo Jun has been carrying with him since the research center.

Victor had it too, but some accidents happened, and he was reduced to ashes that cannot be recovered in front of her.

"My Brother Juan used to have a family," Qiyue covered her mouth and wet her eyes, "It's all those beasts, it's all those beasts..."

"Don't be sad," 217 saw clearly, and calmly said, "You can't change anything, even now, you can't change anything about...that person."

"I know," Qi Yue raised her head slightly, calming down, "Fortunately, Brother Jun made preparations back then, otherwise there would be no bargaining chips."

"The chips are not enough," 217 was silent for a moment, but still said, "The two children she asked us to take care of are not skilled enough, and in the end we still have to work with Victor to keep up with her rhythm."

"When will the team battle betting pool start?"

"It will start next month."

"They can be used to practice in the preliminary round, as long as they can get used to it before the promotion round." 217 adjusted his glasses, "It's not just me, Minister Gu is also urging to keep an eye on it."

"Xi Mumu hasn't contacted Brother Jun yet, and we don't know how that child treats Brother Jun now..."

"Did you send the medicine?" 217 asked, "How about Xi Mumu?"

"I gave the medicine to 029," Qiyue said, "I heard from her that Mu Mu's book this time exceeded the difficulty that should be in an advanced assembly copy, and someone deliberately tripped them up."

"Well, Victor should have thought of this too," 217 figured it out, "By the way, let me tell you something easy."

Qiyue looked up at him: "What?"

217 chuckled: "69 remembered something."

(End of this chapter)